Sextravavganza. (Part I)

So, here's a new post for you.

I have recently attended two very sex-central events. They were both equally disturbing and hilarious.

The first: The Naughty and Nice Sex Show.
Damn, do I ever love this thing. It's basically a sex trade show. Toys, lingerie, different kinks and sexual preferences all with their own booths. There are even workshops taught by porn stars. Believe me. I attended one last year.
I also demoed a sex swing. That ruled. And I have the pictures to prove it.
However, this year was even better.
This year, my friend's husband got me into bed. A bondage bed.

As we're all walking through the show, the ever-loving husband turns to his wife and says, "I want to see Jen on that," and gestures toward a very...interesting looking bed.
Black, fleecy sheets with what appear to be velcro restraints for both hands and legs attached.
The wife...emphatically agreed. And offered to take pictures.

I, of course, happily agreed to do it.

So, they flag down the woman running the booth. She straps me in. Suddenly a cowd gathers.
Lovely. I wish I hadn't worn the jeans with the gaping holes in the thighs.
It wouldn't have mattered so much, but I had my legs spread.
You know, so the booth lady could mount me.
I was then moved into several different positions in order to demonstrate the many different ways you could 'take' your partner while they are bound in the bitch position.
I gotta say. I didn't mind being the bitch. *cough* Anyhoo.
The velcro restraints were suprisingly strong. And, apparently the big selling point: they don't chafe. Which was true. I was chafe-free by the end. Although, it's not like booth-lady really put me through the paces.
All in all, it was awesome. I would so do it again. And, if I had the cash, I would totally buy those sheets.

However, you're gonna have to take my word for it. The pictures didn't turn out.