Page 19 of Winter Glam in Amsterdam

I wave him off with a grin. "Don’t beat yourself up over it. Now, let's look at some sex."

I'm not sure what I expected of a sex museum. Honestly, I never even wondered what a sex museum would display before yesterday. Maybe how sex has been represented throughout history? Maybe which sex positions are the most prominent on ancient artifacts? Insights of Roman orgies?

What I didn't expect was to walk past so many mannequins with their boobs out. Or dicks. But mainly boobs.

"What the hell?" I jump when I suddenly hear a mechanical hum right next to me, followed by movement I only see from the corner of my eye.

"What the-? Did this statue just flash me?" I stare as his mechanical arms gather the coat together again. It's a mannequin of an older man wearing a hat and a trench coat. Once it’s closed, you’d never know his pants are unbuckled, revealing his artificial cock.

Tanner bursts into a chuckle. “Stop it. You’re seeing things.”

"It might be a mannequin, but I know what I saw!" I pull on his sleeve to make him come to a stop.

“Did you have another of those spiked cocoas?” he muses, making me roll my eyes at him.

"No!" I insist, when the mechanical hum starts again. "Look!"

After a few seconds, it starts moving again. Only once the humming starts, his arms open the trench coat to reveal his open pants, pulled up shirt and honestly impressive cock.

"Grandpa's hung," I whisper, eyes wide.

"Holy shit, he's packed!" Tanner bursts into a chuckle, and I can't help but giggle right along. Maybe being here with company will be fun after all.

"Hell, I've never been to a museum this entertaining," Tanner says once we step outside again. “Wish the ones we visited in high school were that fun.

“Oh damn, just imagine,” I giggle, the intensity almost bringing tears to my eyes. God, I haven’t laughed that much in forever. “A bunch of high school boys in that thing?”

There was so much stuff in there—way more than I thought would fit into the house, judging from outside. It looked like a regular house, pretty narrow and I thought it would have maybe three floors with two rooms. Yet once we made our way through it, it turned into a labyrinth. There were stairs and passageways to other buildings; it went so much further back than I thought possible

And there were so many mannequins, lingerie displays, mannequins reenacting scenes, like Marilyn Monroe over the vent with her dress blowing up behind her or a naked woman posing for a painter.

There was a sink lined with dicks, giant cocks to pose with, beautiful statues of naked people, and, notably, some actually some ancient looking vases with sex pictured. I might have had Tanner take a few pictures of me with various photo ops and taken his in return, because it honestly was hilarious.

“I think ‘Porno Museum’ would have been the better name, though," I point out, still giggling.

"Oh yeah, definitely. But that would probably not be as polarizing."

"Whatever the name, the museum has absolutely given me some inspiration, though," I say, still grinning as I see him freeze from the corner of my eye.

"Inspiration?” He sounds intrigued. “How so?"

"Please." I look up at him. He's a good head taller than me and it’s a bit infuriating how far I have to lean my head back to look at his face. "As if it didn't give you some inspiration for your next… ‘date.’" I wiggle my eyebrows at him. "Or have you gone through everything in there already?"

"A gentleman never tells." His eyes darken before a smile tugs at his lips. "Call me King Kamasutra.”

“I will do no such thing.” I roll my eyes at him, and he concedes.

“You're right, though. Some of the displays were definitely very, what did you call it? Inspirational.”

"And at least this time I didn't run into my parents." My whole body shudders as I recall the last evening.

"Running into them in the Red Light District really scarred you, didn't it?" Tanner grins, then suddenly reaches for my jacket and pulls me into him.

“What the—”

“Fucking tourists!” a biker rants as he speeds past us and we look after him, dumbfounded. Did that guy just almost run me over?

"Sorry," Tanner mumbles but I shake my head, my heart beating into my throat and I’m not sure if it’s adrenaline or the fact that I’m suddenly very close to Tanner and his whispered apology comes from only a breath away from my ear.

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