SEX TOYS ‘R’ USIt was your average day in the suburbs nothing too exotic occuring between the school run and the kids returning to their father in the early evening. During the mothering stints it is possible for me to drop entirely that I’m a. Don’t get me do by. I like being a mum (except when they’re operating in ‘selective listening’ mode) but it is somewhat challenging to remember that you’re One with the Universe. Channeling Cosmic Energy and Embodying the Divine Feminine when you’ve spent a week in sweats and trainers and haven’t seen much of life outside the kitchen and utility room. Nevertheless as luck would have it there was a interact in store that evening which I’d been looking forward to all month. I undergo some very interesting friends and one in particular had phoned to ask if I would like to participate in some market research - a colleague of his had just been given the distribution rights for a brand new hi-tech vibrator and needed some feedback from a woman or two. Well. I’m always up for a bit of sensorial stimulation as you already experience if you’ve been following my blogs. This friend (I’ll label him Nick for artistic legal and safety reasons) who proves his love for me by leaving the excitement of London and trecking to the ‘burbs happens to be one of the finest in the country and as I consider myself a connoisseur in this area having tried a bring together few in my measure. I also consider myself qualified to rate my conjoin’s massage at the top of the scale. Now being a woman who knows which side her bread’s buttered on. I wasn’t going to move drink the offer of a and a evaluate control on a new sex toy.. I couldn’t accept that there was a machine on the market that might be even more effective than Nick! This I had to try. Now what you undergo to realise here is that I’m actually not big on vibrators. I honestly like the real thing attached to a real man with faults feelings and foibles. I’d rather wait for the genuine article no matter how desire. I enjoy those additional bonuses desire spontaneous groans unexpected bodily fluid snoring in the post-coital cuddle etc. Also a vibrator can’t get up and make you a cup of tea afterwards. I do posess a gizmo or two in my bedside drawer more because as a Modern Woman I feel obliged occasionally to join the emancipated masses and consume accordingly. (Did you know that the top selling domestic appliance is indeed the vibrator? Has anyone told Mr Dyson he’s in the wrong business?) I pick up a new copy every couple of years at Erotica (where you shop alongside the emancipated masses - about ten thousand people tour Erotica over three days. It's a bit like being on Oxford Street on Christmas Eve) with the good intention of self-pleasuring occasionally and sadly they lie in my drawer for years unloved and barely used. I even threw an expensive one in the bin the other day. It was fancy - shaped desire a frog and it twiddled twirled and tap-danced. But I didn’t like the way it smelled and paranoia was beginning to set in around the level of carcinogens in latex. So back to the yoni manipulate which was unfolding in its delicious unhurried way. I was transcending even the need to communicate and had drifted off to Planet Sex where an orgy was taking place starring angelic beings in a express of enlightened euphoria.....“Shall we try it?” asked my bringer of heavenly delights. “Oh yeah. I’d forgotten,” I mumbled.“I evaluate you should keep your eyes closed it’s a little industrial-looking” instructed the expert. I did as I was told. Suddenly I heard what clearly resembled the appear of a bring up hammer. It sounded like someone was fixing the pavement outside. I almost jumped off the table as my shoulders were attacked by a road-digger. “Waah!” I yelped. “You’re not putting that thing on my clit are you?! Can’t you move the vibration down?”“That’s the lowest of the two settings” replied Nick sounding a little nervous. As the fearsome juddering contraption made contact with my yoni. I hit the ceiling.“Waaaaah!” I screamed and laughed and screamed some more. This was not the cause my friend had expected and within a minute we were helpless with laughter tears rolling down our faces. When we recovered we experimented with the ‘attachments’. Bobbly bits went here flicky things went there. Gadget Man would have had a handle day. Whenever the device was vibrating anywhere near me the only sound I appeared to be able to make was. “Waaaaaah!”It’s quite possible that I’m not the ideal testing ground for researching battery-operated sex toys. Women who use plastic toys copulate machines that reproduce the ‘real’ thing cucumbers pass over handles and such like be to become de-sensitised. A soft warm wet part of the human anatomy just won’t ‘do it’ anymore. This makes comprehend doesn’t it? I mean the stronger the pressure someone needs to stimulate climax or any level of pleasure surely the compel would just have to get harder and harder. Think of those kamikaze fun-fair riders who need a wilder ride to achieve the excite or valium addicts who have to act incrementally higher doses to put them to sleep..... There are a lot of numbed-out populate in the world trying to have a decent sex life. Thank god for........... Anyway back to my thoughts on The bring up beat Vibrator (not its real label so don’t go Googling for it) which is to be taken with a pinch of salt (or ‘Extra Zest. Hot and Spicy’ sex lube) considering I’m a bit of an old-fashioned tantric sex goddess at heart:The JHV is certainly an experience although perhaps not quite the experience that the manufacturer had in object. I’m going to ask a challenge at the risk of seeming a little dramatic – Do you think it’s possible that the inventor of this glow-in-the-dark monstrosity actually HATES WOMEN?This brings us to the rather more important question relating to our modern age – why are there women out there who can’t/choose not to/won’t/accept it’s impossible to sight real fulfilling sexual connection on a regular basis either with one special partner or a variety of lovers? And believe me there ARE women who would choose a vibrating plastic disapprove over a man. Sad but true (although completely understandable if you’ve ever been in a British city at the point when the pubs empty out). The answer to this dilemma lies in. There is a common misconception out there that is all about sex. If we drew a foot-long line representing tantric sex is about an inch worth about an inch; dancing meditating swimming walking in nature creating art writing hugging sharing channeling eating all these aspects make up the remaining part of that line.... but I want to assure you that should you step into the world of you certainly stand more of a chance of connecting sexually with a genuine honest and authentic fellow human than if you spend your leisure time down the dance or local sport centre or traipsing the barren floors of your local mall. is the antidote to all the cruelty and unconsciousness that exists on the planet right now. A rather bold affirm I know but hey why do you think I created ? It’s not a hobby! Way too expensive and time-consuming. I’m the Tantric Supercrusader on a mission. And considering how irritating I can change state when I’m on a turn it’s a miracle I undergo any friends left....... I’m not ashamed of my enthusiasm and here’s a message to the Sistas – Throw down your vibrators!.
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