Sunday, September 21, 2008
Pocket Protector
I have to admit that I am the Girl Scout type. Yes, I love the cookies, but, more importantly, I try to always "be prepared." In high school this meant carrying everything from Band-Aids to Silly Putty in my purse -- the Band-Aids to help with physical ailments, the Silly Putty to cheer-up, distract, or entertain anyone who needed it (including me).
On any given day, I am still equipped with Band-Aids, safety pins, dental floss, and Kleenex. But since high school, I have traded-in my Silly Putty for a more grown-up diversion. JimmyJane, known for its upscale vibrators and other sexy accouterments, has created the Indulgences Pocket Pleasure Set for Girl Scouts just like me. This cute and classy little pocket pack ignites the imagination while putting safety first. Scouts' honor!
When I first opened the sturdy plastic box, I was surprised by all the goodies stashed inside. As a girl who loves miniatures (I still can't use a single serving of coffee creamer without thinking how it makes a perfect Barbie waste basket), I first had to marvel at the cuteness of it all. In this box, that is less than an inch thick, the JimmyJane folks managed to stuff two condoms, lube, a feather tickler, a mini waterproof vibe, and (my favorite) a shiny Love Decoder that helps inspire the placement of kisses and other tokens of affection.
True to their designer style and thoughtful innovation, JimmyJane didn't skimp on the goodies in this box. I like to think of it as a complete package that starts with foreplay and has you "covered" all along the trail of passion. Each component builds upon the last.
Great sex can start just by thinking about it, and the Love Decoder gets the juicy thoughts flowing. Just the look of the black and silver Love Decoder is enticing. It is an unusual take on the love dice I have seen everywhere. Based on the origami fortune tellers of my youth, the Love Decoder provides a great conversation piece and serves as inspiration for what's to come.
The mini black feather tickler is a great way to tease and titillate the person subject to its touch. If it's whispery feather kisses leave him/her wanting more, the waterproof mini-vibe packs a powerful punch. I imagine that after a feather-light touch, it might be fun to up the intensity with this little vibe. I love that it's waterproof which makes it perfect for aquatic adventures and for Girl Scouts like me who like to keep their toys super clean (If only that merit badge had been an option back in the day).
The mini-vibe will also stand up to the included water-based lube and, in case the vibe just isn't enough, the kit also includes two condoms. While the condoms aren't branded with the JimmyJane logo, they come in their own cute little JimmyJane box which adds to the neat appearance and the integrated look of the whole set.
The JimmyJane Indulgences Pocket Pleasure Pack is a high-end take on more mainstream combo packs like the Vibrating Rings sold by Trojan and packaged with their condoms. While I wouldn't think of going to Wal-Mart and buying a box of Trojans and a fingertip massager for a friend, I would totally bequeath a gal pal with some JimmyJane love. I am not someone who is normally very brand conscious (I didn't get the boutique-shopping merit badge), but JimmyJane has built a brand that is worth recognizing. Among a few others, they stand out as a provider of tasteful and tasty sexy goodies. Not only is The Indulgences Pleasure Pack great in case of an emergency, I think it would make a fantastic party favor for guests at a bachelorette party or even as gifts to a hip wedding party.
Whatever the occasion, this little kit will help us all to "be prepared." Gee whiz, my scout-leader would be so proud! Maybe she'll let me sell cookies this year! Egads!
To purchase your own Indulgences Pocket Pleasure Set go to Babeland.
Labels: germs, review, toys, travel
tidbit posted by Mosa @ 3:24 PM
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Whet and Wetter
I am kind of obsessed. I can't focus. I want to go back to bed. All morning my hand has been wandering off and landing in my lap. My mind has been wandering off and landing in rich fantasies of njoy's Pure Wand. I used the Pure Wand for the first time yesterday, and I can't stop thinking about it.
I will admit that the beautiful toy lived under my bed in its lush pink satin nest encased in its sturdy black box for much too long. I think I was a little intimidated by it. Every woman I have ever spoken to about the Pure Wand has gushed over it -- literally and figuratively. They say it is one of their favorite toys ever and that it makes them squirt like nobody's business. Wow. That's a lot to live up to. I am not a squirter -- at least not yet, and, thus far, my experiences with G-Spot stimulation have left me unable to get past that "holy crap, I'm gonna wet the bed" sensation. I left the toy untouched for months because I was afraid I would be successful stimulating my G-Spot, and I was afraid I wouldn't be.
Yesterday I threw caution to the wind and decided to unearth my treasure. Just the thought of pulling out a new toy always gets me a bit excited. Lying on my belly, reaching under the bed, I felt yummy warm tingles emanating from the center of my being. Even preparing the Pure Wand was a sensual experience. The weight of it in my hands (a full one-and-a-half pounds) felt so substantial. The sound it made when I rested it on my porcelain sink rang throughout my body. I washed it, as I do with all new toys, and then I decided it might be fun to leave it under the stream of warm water for a while. Just as I'd imagined, its smooth stainless steel body retained the heat, and as I carried it to the bedroom, I enjoyed its warmth on my forearm and palm.
The gentle warmth I felt on my limbs became spicy hot when it reached my sensitive groin. The heat was almost too much, but so exciting at the same time. While getting the Pure wand out of its box, I had told myself that I could go easy and start with the smaller end. The ball there is only one inch in diameter as opposed to the full inch-and-a-half on the larger side. Fuck that. Um, yes. Fuck that. On my back, I couldn't resist the temptation to "take the plunge" with the bigger end, and I eased it into myself. Once inside, the Pure Wand seemed to have an almost magnetic attraction to my cervix. The shape and weight of the toy allowed it to fall comfortably inside of me in a way that seemed surprisingly natural.
I have never been one for dildos. Most of my experience with sex toys has been battery-powered. I wondered how I would react to an object whose only movement would be generated by me. I am not wondering anymore. In fact, I am exerting a good deal of will power to stay in my seat right now and not go generate some movement.
There is so much that I love about the Pure Wand that I am having trouble deciding where to begin. This simple toy is a smorgasbord for my senses. The juxtaposition of the hard polished stainless steel resting in its delicate hot pink satin nest is seared on my eyeballs. My body can still feel the weight of of it, and my hands remember the coolness it radiated as I removed it from the box. I am singing on the inside with the recalled sound of it falling further into me. I am even excited by its smell, or lack there of. Many plastic sex toys radiate a fierce odor of what I imagine is phthalates. Because the Pure Wand (like all of njoy's toys) is 100% medical grade stainless steel, it is not only stainless, but odorless. This attribute also makes it one of the only sex toys I am comfortable using without a condom; it is completely nonporous. While I admit that I haven't yet tasted the Pure Wand, I am savoring the delicious orgasms it brought me yesterday, and I am looking forward to going back for additional helpings.
The fact that the Pure Wand is a delicacy for the senses stems from it's stunning and deliberate design. Before taking it for a test drive, I could appreciate the curved shape of the toy esthetically, but I was unsure how it would impact my sensations. Holy crap! As I mentioned earlier, the shape allowed the warm metal to fall into me in a most pleasing fashion. Further, the curve provided some additional stimulation just below my pubic bone. The small end, peaking out from inside me, served as a perfect handle. The weight of it and the substantial feel of it in my hands reminded me of the gearshift on an expensive luxury car. It allowed me to drive myself crazy. Vvvvroom!
While I relished the contractions of my muscles brought on by the the Pure Wand, I felt much more relaxed using it than I do with most vibrators. They sometimes work me into a frenzy that feels out of my control. The Pure Wand allowed me to cede control and trust that I was safe in my own hands. The angle of it also enabled me to grip it in a much more comfortable way than other sex toys... "Uh, no, Doctor, I can't imagine how I developed carpal tunnel syndrome. Huh. What a mystery." Dare I say that the Pure Wand is ergonomic?
Because of its comfortable shape and my growing curiosity about my ability to join the ranks of female ejaculators, I played with the Pure Wand for quite a while. No, I didn't manage to wet the bed, but I did manage to have a thoroughly juicy experience and severely whet my appetite. I don't view my lack of waterworks as a failure. I view it as an opportunity to try and try again. I can hardly wait for my next encounter with the Pure Wand. In fact, I am salivating as I type, and...Labels: g-spot, germs, review, toy
tidbit posted by Mosa @ 11:06 AM
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Paper or Plastic?
Sex is sometimes a dirty business, and while you can protect yourself from germs of the genital variety with condoms and dental damns, no one has made latex that appropriately protects one from the germs spread via US currency involved in monetary transactions, sexual and otherwise. Think about it, even nose-pickers pass the bucks. In fact, it is arguable that many people fondle dollars more often than they fondle their privates, or even whist fondling their privates. Just imagine all of that dirty money.
Prostitute, Angela Eversole, of Kentucky has the solution. Instead of accepting filthy cash from her johns, she, allegedly, accepted a $100 gas card in exchange for sex. Right on, sister! In addition to being far less absorbent than paper, plastic gift cards are also handled by fewer specimens of questionable cleanliness.
Unfortunately, Ms. Eversole and her gas daddy were picked up after a police stakeout at a local Day’s Inn where they were accused of having their gaseous tryst. Angela Eversole’s story and her mug shot have been gleefully spattered all over the headlines by media equally eager to condemn consensual sexual relationships and whine about rising gas prices. What a rare opportunity! I only hope Ms. Eversole will serve as an inspiration to others; safe sex is important. Choose plastic over paper when you have the option.Labels: germs, law, rant
tidbit posted by Mosa @ 4:22 PM
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