Is it a wonder I want toys? I have a chronic case of blueballs, especially on nights like this, and I can’t just crawl in bed and wait for you to come poking.
I’ve got something of a venting coming out very soon but I’m on borrowed time right now and – since I want toys – I have a review to get up! LOL Always a good choice, masturbation over ranting. Maybe in a couple of days it won’t even matter. Heh.
Anyway, I managed to get in with Babeland and boy, what a change! I love getting a handful of items to choose from delivered to my inbox. Sure, it’s nice being able to pick what I want from an entire site – but I get more stuff this way! LOL
My first pick was the Rose G-Spotter.
One word: Wow!
By the time I’d gotten my email issues worked out and actually got to read the newsletter, I was distracted enough that the fact that it’s glass didn’t even register. When the box arrived, I pulled it open as quietly as possible (busy bodies all around that day!) and pulled out a smaller, rather weighty box. I set it off to the side and out of sight and reached in the box again to see what remained: a velvety, cushioned black bag. I wondered at all the cushion until later in the night when I finally got to open the smaller box.
I unraveled all the bubblewrap and heard a thud as the dildo hit the bed. I looked down, saw what it was, and twitched!
James was busy entertaining at his house and I knew I wouldn’t want to be there by his lack of answers so I settled in to make a mess or two. I decided to make use of the short-armed end first – to just get the initial tension out of the way. I figured it’d hit the spot and, for the most part it did a wonderful job. I was so slippery that, when I let go once to change videos, the damn thing slid right on out and landed on the floor about a foot away. I laughed when I thought what might have happened if I’d coughed right then – might have busted a window!
I got it cleaned up and dried off again and went back to work. I think maybe the arm is just a bit too long because, if I pressed just right, my clit went from ‘ooh, nice’ to ‘hide-n-seek’ in no time flat. That uber-sensitivity has its own place, though, so I’ve stored that away for later use. I came, though. Hard. Hard enough to have the arches of my feet twitching!
I don’t think I made it ten minutes before I decided I was ready for round two. The long end is positively delicious! It’s not as wide as Thor but I’m willing to hazard a guess that its weight is what makes up for the lack in that department and the mounds provide just the right kind of stimulation – the kind where, if I’m not careful, that second orgasm will sneak out about 20 minutes ahead of schedule. Heh.
This sexy little beast is definitely going in my new box full of win!
As soon as I finish putting it to use again real quick, anyway…
I have a night of wannabe strippers in bikinis in my future. (Sure hope I can at least talk James into going. I’d hate to be out there on my own – so boring!)