“I’ve booked it”, Simon said as he shouted from the shower. I peered into the bathroom and looked through the glass screen, just taking a peek at his well soaped body. As the water teemed down his torso, winding through the little body hair he has and over his soft yet remarkably bouncy tool. “Booked what?” I shouted back smiling to myself, still admiring his golden body. I could feel a gentle throb between my legs.

“The party boat”, Simon responded as he stepped from the shower. “Leaving at 8 tomorrow evening from Portsmouth, arriving at 7 Sunday morning in Cherbourg and during that time we get to party, party, party! There’s a casino, disco, restaurants, I’ve booked a decent cabin, so the night is ours to do as we wish. And when we arrive in Cherbourg, we get kicked off and have 5 hours to drink ourselves sober and then back on ship to travel home. The boat docks back in Portsmouth around 4 in the afternoon on Sunday. What do you think?”.

I knew what I thought. So many ideas going through my mind of the scenarios we could play. Not wanting to give anything away, I replied quite deadpan “yep sounds good”, instantly thinking, I need to get to Ann Summers!

I was up early on Saturday morning. I had so much to sort out. Leaving Simon in bed his hard cock in his hand, I had to think twice about progressing the day without taking him. I went to the dressing room and checked out our “porn” bag. The porn bag, as it is commonly known, is our pet name for an old green holdall, which, as our relationship has progressed, has been added to. Various toys, lubes, pegs, rope, handcuffs has a home in the porn bag and all get to come out to play at varying times, or sometimes all at once. I emptied the porn bag and spread the contents over the dressing room floor. I wondered what would safety go through customs! We were taking the car but do they check the contents of the car? It was going to be interesting to find out. Would we be arrested for assault with several deadly weapons?!

You see, what happens when we have a raunchy evening, is everything just gets chucked back in the porn bag, sometimes its because we are in a hurry. So I neatly collated the nipple clamps and weights in one bag and Asda pegs in another! I checked the toys for batteries and tied up the rope. At least if they did search us everything would be neat and tidy and looking organised. I found some elastic bands at the bottom of the bag and tried to remember where we last used them. I do remember it was in a hotel in Yeovil and smiled as I placed them together in a small bag. I was happy to take the porn bag abroad now.