Hey, I get it. *Raising both hands defensively* You don’t have to preach to me about the seemingly non-essential and frivolous nature of sex furniture slash sex pillows. I understand why you might be hard-pressed to justify such a substantial investment. In what is seen by most as a purely self-indulgent purchase.
You might be quarreling at me right now, shaking your head, adamantly thinking to yourself – “I’m not about to buy a pillow that has a one-single purpose, and one purpose, only!”
And since that singular purpose is to amplify your own sexual pleasure it somehow seems less worthy in some way or another, doesn’t it? Especially in a world where the importance of self-care and sexual desire, in particular, are downplayed and seldom viewed as a top priority in our day-to-day routines.
I mean really? I’ve got to be kidding you, right?
I can practically hear you arguing with me, one hand in front of your face, palm facing outward, giving me the universal sign to stop. While impatiently stating, “I told you already, I’m fine sticking with the pillows I’ve been using. Thanks, though. I appreciate your concern.”
By all means, then, go ahead. Continue stuffing those hard, flat, nonsupportive pillows underneath your rear end. Be my guest. Continue becoming frustrated when they deflate, per usual, and utterly fail to work in any meaningful sense.
In the meantime, I’ll be over here experimenting with all these fun, new positions and loving my Liberator gear.
But no, seriously, you’re uncertainty is one-hundred percent valid. And once upon a time, not so long ago, this same logic made perfect sense to me, as well.
That is, until, it just didn’t.
The Gift That Keeps On Giving
Yep, I’ve stood in your shoes, inwardly debating the pros versus cons of making such a substantial splurge for me, alone. I recall actively trying to talk myself out of making, what felt like an entirely selfish purchase. However, I have to tell you something. I’ve never once regretted the day I took the Liberator plunge, with my first purchase, the Wedge/Ramp combo.
They have been a massive game-changer for my sex life. The smaller Liberator Wedge, more precisely, has become a mainstay in my bedroom since the day it first popped out of its little, vacuumed sealed package. Since then, it has prevailed as the “Number-One Uncontested Champion of Sex Pillows” in my bedroom realm.
Until, very recently, that is.
As of late, I guess you could say, it has encountered a bit of unexpected downtime. For now, it’s been relegated to the domain of the dust bunnies. Or what is otherwise known as, the dark, shadowy, underworld beneath my bed. This has been the state of things since I received my latest Liberator acquisition: The incredible Liberator Hipster.
Roller Coaster Curves
At first glance, the Liberator Hipster looked to me to be a carnival ride fit for the boudoir. What, with its dramatic inclines and high arching curves, it’s almost roller-coasterish in its design. Yet, it simultaneously managed to look like a custom, cut-out jigsaw puzzle foam piece for all my body’s soft rounded soft contours.
The Hipster’s rolling waves of curves, by themselves, were enough incentive for me. The Hipster was a ride I had to experience for myself.
Oh, and trust me, it does not disappoint!
Since I’ve got the Hipster my former BFF, the Liberator Wedge has sadly taken a backseat. It’s collecting dust under the bed, as I type this. (Which is not a big deal. Since all of Liberator’s cushions have an outer removable, machine-washable, polyester layer.)
Gravity Falls
You might have already noted that I said that I also own the Liberator Ramp. I got it along with my Wedge, many moons ago, during a Black Friday sales event. You might have guessed already, by my lack of enthusiasm regarding it, that it just isn’t my favorite piece to use. At least not by itself. The Liberator Ramp is much better when it’s paired up with the Wedge. In the Ramp/Wedge combo, there are unlimited ways to configure the two.
It wasn’t until I got my hands on the Hipster that I recognized why I don’t find the Ramp, (when used separately from the Wedge,) as impressive as I assumed I would. It’s the curves that make all the difference.
I invariably found the Ramp’s immense, smooth expanse of velvety fabric to be a tad too slippery for my tastes. In certain positions, i.e., when lying on my back, with my head elevated and legs pointed downward, I’d always find myself (or my ass, in particular) slowly skidding downward. Gravity always won against the Ramp’s flat-planed surface and its silky polyester fabric.
Simply put, it failed to grip onto my body and hold me in place, on what is its rather steep incline. I find that I just naturally meld with the curves of the Hipster. I’m just sort of locked in, my curves merging with and mirroring the pillow’s arches.
Similar Yet Different
The Hipster and the Ramp are both on the larger end of Liberator’s pillow options. They both measure 2-feet across. The Hipster is only 10-inches tall and 33-inches long. Or here’s a more precise comparison. It is the same height as the smallest-sized Ramp. While also being an inch longer than it in length. For those who don’t know already, the Ramp comes in three sizes.
Here’s a quick and dirty, visual reference for you. They both take up a little less than a quarter of my king-sized bed. I could probably fit somewhere around a total of five of either shape on my bed, lying side by side.
Speaking of size, the Hipster’s bulky size is the only potential downside I can foresee. Even then, it’s not blatantly a sex pillow. I mean, it isn’t stamped on the pillow or anything. So theoretically it could be left out, and none would be the wiser. You could also stash it under your bed, just as long as your mattress is more than 10-inches off the floor.
Will You Still Call Me Super Man?
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Liberator’s positional guides are my kryptonite. They beckon to my adventurous nature and I can’t resist wanting to try every single one of them.
I’ll be on Liberator’s site looking over them “Oohing and aahing,” thinking, “Now that, that looks fun! I’ve got to try that one sometime!” A lot of times they turn out to be either, hit or miss. But, I can guarantee one thing. There is never a dull moment when my partner and I set out to reproduce one.
The fails generate a lot of giggling, and honestly, sometimes they are just as entertaining as the ones that we consider big hits. There have been times where we’ve laughed until we’ve cried at how wrong things went when we tried to replicate an extraordinarily acrobatic position.
We’re not porn stars, and we know it, but it’s always worth a shot. You’ve got to be willing to laugh at yourself. The key here, ladies and gentlemen, is not to take things too seriously. Or try to follow too strictly to a script.
Luckily all the positions suggested for the Hipster are all on the tamer side. None of them are what I’d classify as “expert level”. My partner and I are both pretty stoked that we successfully managed to undertake and complete every single one. We checked them all off, one by one, as we went along.
A few of our favorites are the uber inventive Sidewinder, which allows for some deeply angled G-spot targeting penetration. Take Flight, is another amazing G-Spot pleasing position and is probably my favorite that we tried. His faves are Periscope down and Sitting Pretty. Ultimately, we found all of them fun and relatively easy to replicate.
Excitement Rekindled
My biggest takeaways, and the most valuable lessons I’ve learned from purchasing Liberator pillows, is discovering that they’ve reignited an element of sexual exploration and experimentation that I’d lost over the years. Liberator pillows helped bring a magical, and much-missed, playful element back into our bedroom. And I’m thankful for that.
I swear, my partner and I, are like a couple of horny teenagers, enthusiastically trying out new positions and new surfaces to put the Hipster on. That right there, folks, makes the Liberator Hipster worth every damn penny and then some.
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