Monte

Never have I ever been as embarrassed as I was yesterday. Definitely one of the most humiliating experiences ever.

James and I have yet to reach that point in our relationship where we feel comfortable letting every nuance of our bodily information be known. For example, if one of us gets sick, we don’t talk about diarrhea or our history of bowel movements. Neither do we fart around one another. I’m proud to say that I have never let one slip around James, although the reverse is not true. I was once tickling James in bed when the laughter got the best of him and he lost control. It was humiliating for both of us. We refrained from sex for a week after that.

Yesterday, I experienced my own humiliating moment. We were at my house and the whole family was over to celebrate my brother’s return to the states. I was in the kitchen cleaning up the rest of the dinner dishes and James was in my room, most likely on his phone—or so I thought.

After awhile, he walked into the living room looking pale with eyes wide. He stood beside me and whispered, “I was moving my computer beneath your bed to get it out of the sun and saw your… collection.”

I turned red.

He continued, “And they were dirty!”

I slumped my head down into the sink and considered, for a moment, putting my head farther down into the drain and turning on the disposal.

The “collection” James discovered had been the three dildos I keep beneath my bed.