Not a place that sells dildos.
Not a home built out of dildos.
And if dildos are currently being used there, I don’t know or need to know.
But, this house will always be the dildo house.
It’s an old house, generations old, and many a person has lived there.
When the current owner bought it, he was young, relatively innocent, and ambitious about a total overhaul of the place.
He even had some of his youthful friends come and help with the gutting, replumbing, rewiring, and rebuilding of the still-stuck-in-the-1800’s house.
Well, almost stuck there, with a small nod towards modern day amenities.
One of these sweet young (25?) young men was sitting on the floor in the basement of the house pulling electrical wires from a hole in the wall.
The wires got a little caught on something causing him to give a feisty tug.
The wire pulled loose and with it, a great surprise.
A giant, pink, dildo landed in his lap.
I am not kidding.
Pink flesh colored.
With a tube of lube.
I so wish that I had been there at that moment, but I wasn’t. But I do imagine him jumping out of his skin when an unrealistically sized silicone penis landed right next to his real one.
I might have missed that scene, but what I did get to see was the found item resting on a piece of OSB in the backyard waiting for someone to figure out what to do with it.
That will never be unseen.
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