We’ve officially closed the door on 2018, and I’m left feeling a combination of sweet relief, and bone-deep weariness. Sort of the way you feel after particularly annoying and emotionally draining guests have overstayed their welcome in your home. After the ball dropped, I figuratively leaned my back against the door marked 2018, and slid all the way down to the floor, then finally breathed a deep sigh of relief. Still too fearful to peer out the peephole to make sure,
Do you ever get the urge to simply spoil yourself? Well, when or if the mood should strike, incredibly, you now have the option to treat yourself to a die-cast aluminum bullet vibrator. FemmeFunn’s Bougie Bullet is what I believe sophistication personified in the construction of a posh, bullet vibe (that comes with its very own color-coordinated case) might look like.
Or in other words, this vibe is super-duper fancy.
I haven’t run across a bullet vibrator yet, that I wasn’t, at least, somewhat curious about trying. Besides, of course, that generic species of lame-old watch-battery bullets. (FYI: If you’ve tried one of those, you’ve tried them all. And if you haven’t tried one yet, trust me, you’re not missing out on anything.) I’m not entirely sure, where along the lines, this became a mission. But I do know, that it sparked from a deep-seated urge to weigh every bullet vibrator I can lay hands on against the,
So, me and Laya II, we’ve come full circle.
My first review, fresh out of Epiphora and JoEllen’s sex blogging class, was my anguished take on how startlingly unimpressive I found the original version of this toy to be. Back then, it was called the Layaspot.
Since that post, we’ve collectively witnessed not one, but two upgrades, to the toy everyone assumes they’re going to love.
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,
Trust me when I tell you that you never want to go shopping with me at a thrift store. You’d doubtlessly grow impatient. While I’d still be pacing up and down the aisles of musty second-hand junk, gleefully grabbing handfuls of “treasure.”
You’re better off to go ahead and wait in the car. Save yourself the trouble and embarrassment of walking up to the checkout counter with me. That way you won’t have to be seen standing next to me.
There comes a time when you have to throw in the towel and admit defeat. And I’d say that time has already come and past where it pertains to me and the hunt for my “Goldilocks” of dual stimulation vibrators. If you remember, I started this charge with a gung-ho, raring to go attitude. Feeling (perhaps, looking back now,) overly confident that, although the road might be rocky, the goal would eventually be met.
I’m tirelessly in pursuit of ever more powerful and rumbly vibrations. I’d heard rumors of the Doxy Don (introduced initially as the Doxy Skittle,) possessing ownership of some grade-A, top shelf, certifiable rumbly vibrations.
Let me start off by verifying that yes, indeed, there is truth in those allegations.
Up until now, I’ve always thought comparing a vibrator to a jackhammer was a straight-up insult to the toy itself.
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