My (not-so) Secret Obsession

The scent of a Bunny with a penchant for sex toys

I have a bottle of Calvin Klein Secret Obsession, which has lasted absolutely ages. I mean a couple of years ‘ages’. And it made me think; am I obsessed with sex toys? I’m pretty sure I am, but hopefully in a non-intrusive nor life-destroying way. Well, as long as I don’t run out of cupboard space, this fascination for toys should not become intrusive! I like to think of it as a relatively ‘healthy’ obsession. After all, it gives me pleasure trying new toys. If I get my endorphins going, then for a time I will be easier to live with. Poor Mr Bunny and my other family have to endure my stress-head rants on numerous occasions! And there are far worse things to be obsessed about; my weight, for example (that could be damaging). A person (that would be stalker-y and so not cool). My bank balance (money, or a lack of lots of it, whilst important and a necessity, will not define me).

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But this obsession of mine isn’t really that secret…I mean obviously the companies that sell me these toys know, and my husband knows I buy far too many of them, as do readers of this blog. But as that bottle of perfume goes to show, this enjoyment of my toys will last for ages, and if it makes me happy then so be it!

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