Blind Sex Story or Feeling Your First Dildo

Having developed a taste for pushing beyond my own comfort levels, I often purposefully place myself in unusual situations. Over many years, this phenomenon had become my mantra. (To read or listen to more of them, go to www.jasnstir.com) Even today, testing my boundaries (both sexual and non-sexual) is the most thrilling part of my life.

Here is a perfect example of one of my self-induced sexually themed challenges:

In 1986, I met Diane after she had already gone blind from diabetes…. Diane was a smart, funny, non-religious woman interested in living life to its fullest. Even though she was 30 years old, born into a large Catholic family and had to live at home with her mom and dad, she had a secret wish to test her own limits.

Being adventurous and trying new things was Diane and my common denominator. Initially for different reasons, we both loved the excitement that came with confronting something, well extraordinary. Especially if it meant making us both excited and uneasy at the same time!

Diabetes had really put a halt to Diane’s normal life experiences. When we became friends, with her insistence, I made it my mission to change that. Knowing she had a limited time left on this planet accelerated our quest.

Friends have always considered me a “discomfort junkie.” Pushing envelopes in ways others didn’t dare. So, inviting Diane to join me on a “road trip” to The Pleasure Chest (The biggest sex store in LA) became a date we both nervously anticipated!

Many of the things I took Diane to do had to be hidden from her pious family. They would have been horrified! But lying to them was no problem for Diane. Her view of life had changed since getting ill. After all, she had already gone blind. Wasn’t she entitled to still grow, learn and have some fun? We thought so!

Diane hadn’t had too many sexual encounters in her life. And for me, sexuality had always been a necessary expression of life. So, as almost a knee-jerk reaction, an invitation to The Pleasure Chest seemed like a good idea. I hadn’t really considered the fact that because she couldn’t see anything, I was going to have to hand her and then explain everything! Talk about making me sweat…

The Pleasure Chest

Our trip to The Pleasure Chest was something I knew had become important to Diane. So, like usual I pulled up my big girl panties and went full throttle. Taking my blind sexual neophyte friend to a sex shop was now going to become “my pleasure!” I took it very seriously.

On several occasions, I had already visited The Pleasure Chest in Hollywood with my POSSLQ (Person of Significance Sharing Living Quarters.) A term coined in the 1970’s by the United States Census Bureau. There was also a time I had gone in by myself. That was another confronting moment I happily put myself through. The environment was always friendly, with knowledgeable staff and an enormous inventory. I could only imagine that when Diane and I walked through the door they would welcome us with the enthusiasm necessary…

The day finally came for me to pick up Diane, lie to her folks and head into the bowels of Hollywood. We were both nervous. Me because I knew what I was in for and Diane because she didn’t. The drive was filled with conversation about the outrageous characters we were passing and less about what were about to experience together.

I parked and assisted Diane and her cane out of the car. This is when the sweat started showing under my armpits. I was really going to have to put the pedal to the metal through this rather overwhelming endeavor I had selected. We slipped through the door quietly because we both were feeling rather awkward. Starting with describing the physical massiveness of the store in length and height helped me break the ice. Explaining how the aisles of paraphernalia went on and on and on made me seem sort of like a tour guide.

Vibrating or Non-Vibrating Dildos

After she heard the initial descriptions, we discussed what interested her most. I’ll always remember that “dildos” were top on her list. Not knowing much, she didn’t realize what she was asking. I proceeded to guide her down the vibrating and non-vibrating dildo lane chatting all the way. (It was my way of dealing with my own personal anxiety.)

As I remember, there weren’t many samples out of their boxes. That made it a bit tricky. So a lovely, unsuspecting sales girl came up asking if we’d like to see something up close. Waiting for Diane’s response, I stood next to her quietly. Diane said “yes” right away.

To her credit, the sales girl barely missed a beat. I was relieved and impressed at the same time. I began discussing the variations with her so that Diane could get a sense of the wide breath of choices she had to choose from. I selected a few models and we were kindly handed the “penis substitutes” to feel, turn on and discuss. Diane might have been blind but make no mistake, even blind people get embarrassed when handed vibrating dildos for the first time.

The sales girl told us we could feel any samples that were out and that she would stay with us if we wanted her to help with boxed items. It almost felt like she wanted to be a part of this unusual escapade we were on. But, we told her we’d let her know if we needed anything. I watched her walk off and start chatting with her fellow employees about Diane and I. There seemed to be a resounding thumbs up from them all.

BDSM Toys

Having been a long standing member of Threshold (a BDSM group) made the conversation we had while walking the BDSM toy aisle easier. The assorted paddles, clips and ropes were simple to explain. I even included some personal stories along the way. With permission, I swatted Diane’s hand and even gave her a light spanking on her bottom. Diane didn’t really know what to say… she just smiled demurely. Even though I powered through it, the piercing tools, electricity, and some of the other “darker” BDSM products were more daunting to decipher. Thankfully, Diane let me off the hook when she could tell I was at a loss for words…

I told her about the smaller men’s aisle consisting of mostly gay men paraphernalia. In the 80’s, the broader “straight” community was not quite willing to openly try much in those areas.

A Sexy Halloween

The costumes were a fun conversation for us both. Nurses with thermometers and syringes (my favorite!), French Maids with feather dusters and the like. I could tell by her facial expressions that Diane was imaging herself wearing some of these descriptive outfits as I chronicled them. This area actually added some levity to our field trip. It was sort of like Halloween!

When we walked up to the counter where the staff was lingering, they immediately began chatting with us. They were as thrilled to have a blind person experiencing their work place as much as we were. They offered to answer questions and engaged Diane in conversation as I looked around. She had decided that she wanted to purchase one of the vibrators from the

Diane had decided that she wanted to purchase one of the dildos. As they went off to pull it from the shelf, I spotted the most humongous “dong” I had ever seen! Sitting on top of the shelves filled with VHS videos (I told you this was in the 80’s!) was a double ended massive dildo. I just knew I had to let Diane feel it… The staff helped me get it down and we let Diane hold it to really experience the size herself. She went into a wonderful peel of laughter and turned her brightest red. It was such a great moment for all of us!

We left The Pleasure Chest with an accomplished air. Together we had successfully conquered the unknown mountain of sex and its accouterments. With her purchase in hand, I could tell that Diane was saturated with ideas of what she planned on doing with her new sex toy! Once in the car we sighed and began giggling. No one would ever believe we had just spent over an hour walking through and even purchased a vibrating dildo from the biggest coolest sex shop in LA!

Driving off, I decided before running Diane home to play, we’d have to stop at one of my favorite French restaurant for lunch and dessert… A whipped cream story fit for another post!

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West Hollywood, CA 90046

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