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By demand – my party review…

Saturday night was an eventful night in my household.  The long-awaited Pure Romance party was slated to happen.  Now, to bring you up to speed, I don’t like people.  I don’t like entertaining.  I don’t like cleaning.  I don’t like feeling obligated to anyone or anything.  That being said, I agreed to host my buddy’s 1st ever consulting gig for her line of adult products, Pure Romance.  You can check her out over at http://ashleighmchenry.wordpress.com.  She’s hilarious and has some seriously ground-breaking things to say.  Not only that, but she’s quite the salesperson.  She was able to speak to a crowd who spanned approximately 40 years in age, but still keep it clear, concise, and consistent with Pure Romance’s reputation of being educative, informative, and interesting without being raunchy.  Now, a little raunch is lovely here and there, but overall, I prefer to know as much as I can about the products I’m considering placing in or near my nether-regions, as a general rule.  I’d hate to be that chick in the emergency room, trying to explain why I can’t remove something from my secret place….ugh.

So, the plan was to kick off the craziness around about seven o’clock that night, but it got a bit delayed due to some folks showing up a bit more than fashionably late, but that was okay, too.  Heck, it was Saturday and who gives a crap about a schedule when you’re not getting paid for it.  Sorry Ash – you were, but we weren’t…. unless we were getting paid in favors.  I’m getting ahead of myself….

The fluff of the demonstrations began around 8 o’clock with some light, scented and flavored powders, sprays, lubricants, prolonging lotions, etcetera…. There was an ice breaker, lots of laughs, and some products being placed on our hands, lips, and potentially nips, though nobody was quite daring enough.  Not enough wine was consumed for that.  We munched our way through discussions of male and female stimulation creams and got some red faces over an explanation of the “little man in the boat”.

About 9 o’clock, it was time for intermission.  The big guns were coming out, and I’m not talking uzis and tommy guns.  One of my coworkers saw this as an ideal time to race out with her morals in tact, making a purchase on the way.  The rest of us were in for the loooong haul, and it was quite the haul.  We were introduced to BOB, BILL, Daddy from the Nati, Thumbs Up, and various other lovely mechanisms designed to please a woman in every way possible.  We covered vibrators, dildoes, bullets, c-rings, anal plugs, really all the fun factory can produce for human sexuality, while not being raunchy.  How does that happen without being raunchy???  Just hit up Ash – she’ll explain it all to you.

We had a blast.  It was too bad all the lovely ladies couldn’t make it, but for those who did, let me just say that the Daddy deserves his name.  WOW…..  I’ll be keeping that one close by….hehehehe…..  Next time, I may just go for BOB or BILL….  My only complaint was that I didn’t have any batteries in the house.  Darn it.

Book her – she’s professional, knowledgeable, and genuine.  She knows her product and doesn’t come in like a hooker with a chip on her shoulder.   Ashleigh can describe the female sexual zones with about 500 synonyms, and the male counterpart in at least one hundred.  She’s still growing her vocabulary, but she’s sure to enlighten you to a few new uses for some of these items (keeping rug burn away),and maybe remind you of a few older ones you forgot about.

That being said, faithful readers, if you’re a woman, you need to host a Pure Romance party, even if you’re like me and just don’t like people.  I had fun, didn’t make too much of a mess, so cleaning wasn’t too bad, and I got some snazzy products out of it.  Men, get your woman to have one – there’s fun stuff in it for you too… I promise.