Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Fukuoku to You, Too
I am not big on manual stimulation. By this I mean two things. First, when self-pleasuring I prefer to have the aid of some sort of tool or another, and second, I am not really into my hand as the tool. Ever since childhood, when I have wanted to "feel good" I have been more apt to rub up against something than to use my fingers and stick it to myself.
Recently I decided it might not be a bad idea to "let my fingers do the walking" and take a more "digital" approach to pleasure. I have enjoyed the added intimacy of feeling myself with my fingers. It has helped me to better learn my own unique anatomy from texture to location to size. With this new frontier at hand, I thought it might be fun to give myself a hand and try a toy that provided a little buzz while keeping the focus on the fingers. The Fukuoku 9000 was just the toy for the job.
The Fukuoku, powered by two watch batteries, fits neatly over a finger and provides a pretty mean buzz for something smaller than many a lipstick. It comes with three washable textured silicone sleeves and a handy-dandy carrying case that even boasts a belt loop. Innovative.
What I like about the Fukuoku
This little vibe is tiny. It is really a take anywhere toy that won't cause TSA to bat an eyelash. I also imagine that the Fukuoku is a great gateway toy. It is nonthreatening and, in no way, screams (or even mentions) sex. In fact, its campy brochure proclaims the wonders of using it to cure headaches and soothe tired feet (it says nothing about those sore feet and aching heads being anywhere near a vagina). Also, at about $30 it is not here to scare us off with designer sex toy pricing.
What I question about the Fukuoku
I read a number of reviews about the Fukuoku that complained about battery life. While I haven't buzzed mine into oblivion yet, I know the little watch batteries it uses can be pricey. Thankfully, the manufacturers do package it with a spare set. Additionally, I have to admit that while my fingers might be bulkier than some, I was surprised at how snugly the little Fukuoku fit me. After a few minutes, my finger was clearly retaining more blood than those around it. Again, I don't think I have man hands or anything, and I wonder how man hands would feel in this little device, despite its spring loaded adjustable-ness.
My Experience with the Fukuoku
I have to admit that I have been putting off trying this toy out for a few months. As I mentioned, I am not really into the finger thing, and I also enjoy penetration. When I finally pulled the Fukuoku out, it surprised me. First off, it is pretty darn loud for a little guy. Although, thankfully, its buzzing sound is muted significantly once pressed against flesh. The device fit neatly over my finger, and I found the on/off switch easy to manipulate with my thumb (watch out, Lefties; this may not work so well for you). The single speed vibration felt good on my body. I have to admit that I think it would take me many hours and batteries to actually reach climax with this device alone. As some reviewers recommend, it might be more fun with a friend and/or an insertion vibe as well.
For now, the Fukuoku 9000 delivers what its brochure offers, " Relaxation Massage Therapy..." I enjoyed the soft, warm buzz of the Fukuoku on my clit, I just can't imagine it taking me over the edge. That's alright. Some times all I need is a little "Relaxation Massage Therapy."
Fukuoku to you, too, at Babeland.
Labels: review, toy
tidbit posted by Mosa @ 12:40 PM
Monday, November 3, 2008
Some Bunny Loves Me
It was not the now infamous Sex and the City episode featuring the Rabbit Pearl vibrator that caused me to run out and buy one. In fact, I didn’t see that episode until years after I was the proud owner of my very own Rabbit.
I would, perhaps, still be bunny-less today if it were not for the creative shopping habits of The Mister. As I have mentioned here before, I did not own, nor use, a vibrator until my late twenties. One fine Capitalism Day in 2002, The Mister decided to give me the gift of things that go bump in the night. Wrapped with the utmost care in my pile of loot were both the Hello Kitty vibe (a hard plastic vibe that looks more like a children’s toy than a sex toy) and my very first Rabbit Pearl. I must admit I was a bit overwhelmed by the gifts at first. I felt a little like a cat owner; I knew the dead bird laid lovingly on my doorstep by my proud feline meant he loved me above all others, I just wasn’t sure what to do with it.
Years passed before I actually put my toys to use. While I admit that Hello Kitty never received a warm greeting from my “kitty,” The Rabbit Pearl quickly became my favorite sex toy, and like Charlotte on Sex in the City, I risked becoming its eternal victim. I loved my first bunny so much that he died in a haze of smoke that resulted (I think) from the motor overheating. I am serious. I killed the freakin’ rabbit with my vagina. Now that's love.
I did get a replacement Rabbit Pearl, but since reading about phthalates and the harm they can cause, I have been forcing my bunny to wear a condom, and I have been less than thrilled about using him at all; should I put a second condom on his cute little ears?
Enter Babeland with a fine solution to all my rabbit woes. Babeland is now selling a 100% elastomer version of the Rabbit Habit. What this means is that it is made of some sort of fancy rubber and completely free of latex and phthalates. This makes me feel safer overall and glad that Vibratex (the manufacturer) had the good sense to listen to consumers and change their formula.
I just played with my new Rabbit Habit for the first time, and I am not disappointed. First off, I know it is cheesy, and perhaps even juvenile, but I really appreciate the purple glitter body of the bunny. I feel it is appropriately visually stimulating for the task at hand. I prefer it to the pink of my old Rabbit Pearl. Another improvement of the Rabbit habit over the Rabbit Pearl is that the controls and battery case are located within the vibe instead of on a separate attached remote (is it still a remote if it’s attached?). This allows for one-handed use. I enjoyed having a hand free to roam where it pleased (me).
There are several other differences between the Rabbit Pearl and the new Rabbit Habit. First off, the shape of the Rabbit Habit is slightly different than that of the Rabbit Pearl. Most significantly, it is larger. I didn’t really notice the increased size until I was done playing with it and went to pull it out of my body. It didn’t cause pain or anything, but it was a noticeable feeling. If you are very petite, I might recommend a smaller duel-action (meaning clitoral and internal stimulation) vibe like the Rosebud.
Also changed is the rotation of the pearls in the shaft. They move more evenly in the Rabbit Habit. I can appreciate this because one of my earlier bunnies had pearls that got stuck and stopped rotating all together. Lastly, the new material of the Rabbit Habit allows the ears to flop about quite a bit more than they ever did on my old bunnies. I appreciated the added movement, but I think I got clit-slapped by my new bunny’s ears at one point. I didn’t mind. Slap me, Bunny, slap me. You dirty little rabbit!
Overall, I think the Rabbit Habit is a great addition to anyone’s toy collection, and a fabulous first time vibe. I have read many a tale of first time orgasms being achieved through the help of the Bunny. The added benefit of both clitoral and internal vibration (each with separate speed control) make this vibe extra versatile. In fact, because both the shaft and the bunny have separate controls, you can choose to use one or both and at varying speeds. I love the uniquely Japanese design which may make this vibe less intimidating to first time vibrator users. The shaft is made to look like the body of a woman. The “head” is actually her hair neatly parted in the middle. A demure pearl necklace and earrings accentuate her cute little smile. Only the Japanese. The Rabbit Habit is a classic, one of Babeland's All-Stars, actually. If you are going to buzz, this is the way to go.
Get your very own some Bunny to love at Babeland.
Labels: review, toy
tidbit posted by Mosa @ 5:28 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, August 5, 2008
Hit the Sheets, Part 4
Sheet Set
OK, I thought I was done, but I found one more irresistible item of bedding. Last week I whined a bit when I couldn't find sexy photographic bedding with boys on it. Thanks to Al Gore and his fantastical Interweb, I managed to track down not only bedding with a naked man on it, but, even better, a headless naked man. Now I am able not only to live out my fantasies of attaching my head to a man's body, but also those of making love to someone prone to chasing Ichabod Crane on horseback.
The makers of these sheets are admirably detail oriented; the backside of the duvet is complete with a backside. Spooning has never been easier. Now my bed buddy can't complain when I tell him he has a flat ass. I mean, first off, it's true and secondly, he hasn't a head with which to produce complaints.
As if I wasn't completely satisfied with my headless man, I also have the option of acquiring a headless woman and a headless couple. I never thought I would get to live out that neck-less necrophiliac ménage-a-trois fantasy. My dreams are coming true all over the place!Labels: bedding, review, toy
tidbit posted by Mosa @ 5:09 PM
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