During that particular period of my life I would have been absolutely mortified, first to even purchase a vibrator, but more so if someone discovered a sex toy among my things. I had this ridiculous nightmare scenario mapped out in my head that had me dying then my family finding a vibrator in my underwear drawer. It would have been a second death as far as I was concerned. So the great thing about my invention was that I could put it together in 5 seconds, do my business, and then dismantle it with no one the wiser.
I've known a few ladies with similar fears. You're a pretty creative person to use the deodorant cap and everything lol :biggrin1:
The year I turned 18, I was almost instantly drawn to the sex shop with my guy (same guy I'm still fucking, almost 10 years!!) We got a vibrating egg (which I broke in less than a month) and he put the egg in my pussy, turned it on.. then fucked me in the ass. We both got the vibe and came almost instantly together in the passenger seat of my blazer. Good times.
I never had a fear of my family seeing anything like that until it happened. My parents showed up to my house for a surprise visit a few months after I moved out. (which never happened, totally caught me off guard) My dildo was sitting out in my bedroom on my dresser standing up.. I always had it on display because at that point in my life it was all about getting fucked up after work and having indiscriminate sex, so it kinda fit the decor... My dad walked into my bedroom and was just looking around at all my crazy shit. He saw it and said "Did ya get a new bong or something?" My mother just said in the most hilarious voice "Nope... that is
not a bong." I just about died of humiliation!! All I could think do to distract everyone was say "No, the bong's in the living room let's go pack a bowl..." It was never spoken of, thank goodness. Now I always keep it in a drawer in my bathroom. I still enjoy erotic/morbid decor.. but it doesn't involve my toys anymore.