So I was clearing out the loft earlier and came across a suite case of our old sex toys. When we first got together we were both quite exploratory; not particularly frequent, but quite adventurous.

It was an assortment of rabbits, paddles, clamps, restraints, crops, wands, a giant strap-on (for me to wear), glass / realistic / plastic dildos, vibrating butt plugs, vibrating rings, blind folds, spacers, bed restraints, door restraints. Even stuff that was never even used like a sqwheel, edible knickers and a clitoral stimulator.

All up there, just gathering dust (metaphorically, they have been well stored).

Do I just accept they’ll never been used and get rid? It feels like a metaphor for hanging on to hope.