Cleaning a Fleshlight, or any intimate device, can sometimes feel like embarking on a scientific expedition, where one is both the explorer and the specimen. Imagine standing there, armed with soap and water, as if you're about to perform a magic trick for an audience of none. The process involves a delicate balance of thoroughness and speed, as if you're defusing a bomb that could go off with the slightest mishap. Only, instead of saving the city, you're just ensuring your next rendezvous with your silicon friend isn't... crunchy.
Then, there's the drying phase, an exercise in patience and creativity. You find yourself crafting makeshift clotheslines in your bathroom, turning it into a display that might make a passing plumber question your plumbing and your life choices. It's like hanging tiny, embarrassing flags after a battle you're not sure you won. And as they hang there, you can't help but think about the importance of ventilation and airflow, terms you never thought would apply to your adult endeavors.
Lastly, let's talk about the storage. Tucking your Fleshlight away is akin to hiding a treasure map where X marks the spot of your guilty pleasure. You look for the perfect hiding place, somewhere between your winter clothes and that box of high school trophies, creating a time capsule of awkward discoveries for future generations. It becomes a game of hide and seek with yourself, where the only prize is the peace of mind that comes from knowing your secrets are safe, at least until the next cleaning expedition.