May is Masturbation Month

Let’s talk the big M: Masturbation.  May is International Masturbation Month, formerly National Masturbation Month.  Sex positive business Good Vibrations started the first National Masturbation Day and Month in 1995, after former Surgeon General Dr. Joycelyn Elders lost her job for having the audacity to suggest that maybe we should be teaching our youth about masturbation as a possible way to curb more risky behavior.  The horror.  Clutch your pearls, ya’ll.

Personally, I just don’t get the still-present icky feelings that people have around the word.  Like self pleasure is bad, and wrong, and scary.  That we should be terrified of knowing what our parts look and feel like, or knowing how to please ourselves.  I’ve noticed that those that are staunchly anti-masturbation usually make a big deal about sexual pleasure being reserved for partners.  But here’s the thing: how can you communicate with your partner about what you like if you don’t know and are afraid to find out?

I love having sex with the Husband, but let’s be honest here.  Life is life, and he’s not always available or in the mood.  Further, sometimes, I just feel like masturbating.  And I’m not ashamed of that, thankyouverymuch.

So in honor of Masturbation Month (I’m over a week late, I know, stop judging me), I’m giving you the lowdown on some of my favorite shops’ sales.  Go.  Buy.  Learn about yourself.  Don’t have the funds for happy time fun toys?  Use your fingers and explore.  Learn about the geography of your body.  I will not have you being one of those people that can’t find their clitoris and think they pee from their vag.  Nossir.
Shevibe has several sales going on.  They typically do, and right now you can get these deals:
-15% off Fuze toys through 5/26/15
-20% off select Tantus toys while supplies last
-Free shipping when you purchase a Traz Rhino, which isn’t strictly a masturbation toy, but according to Rhino’s site can be. (See my review)

Tantus remains one of my most favorite manufacturers ever, and with good reason.  Their toys are body safe and a-maz-ing.
-Maybation sale: 20% off when you buy lube+any solo toy.
-Use code BUNS to get 15% off their new Vibrating Progressive Beads.
-Up to 30% off classic rings and slings.  Again, not specifically masturbation toys, but still.

Sensual Intelligence is a Canada-based shop that serves both Canada and the US.  Here’s what they have going on:
-Use code SEXYFUN to get 5% off your entire purchase.
-Use code TANTUS15 to get 15% off all Tantus toys.

Sportsheets Plus Size Doggie Style Strap Review

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~doggie strap review

I really love position helpers.  So far I’ve mostly used cushions like Liberator wedges or the Little Deeper Cushion.  I love being able to try different positions, and these helpers take a standard position and change it every so slightly, but the slight change makes a huge difference.  The Sportsheets Plus Size Doggie Style Strap does exactly that.

A little bit about it: This strap is used for leverage in the, well, doggie style position.  It has a cushioned strip with two adjustable nylon straps on the ends.  The cushioned part of the strap goes under the receiver’s hips, with the handles on either side.  The giver takes hold of the handles and pulls them back, pulling the receiver back a little bit and giving more lift and leverage, without driving the receiver forward or having to grab forcefully (or painfully) onto their hips.

What I loved: I didn’t think the strap was going to make much of a difference at all.  I really didn’t.  But several of my friends sang the praises of having a strap.  So, I tried it.  The strap was fairly comfortable across my lower abdomen and hips, and when he pulled the straps, it pulled me closer to him, slightly changing the angle as he did.  I didn’t think he could possibly get any deeper in the doggy position, but this helped.  And, with the angle slightly changed, my G-spot got hit that much harder and made orgasms that much easier.

But we wanted to do something other than just doggy with it.  So we tried some other positions, like with me on my back and him using the strap to lift me a little.  Or using it to help me hold my legs in certain positions.  It took some creative thought, but the sky’s the limit.

One final note: the strap is really, REALLY adjustable.  This is the plus sized strap, but I wear a US size 12, which is fairly average, and it worked for me.  And of course, there is tons of adjustment outward, so it can be used for people that are far larger than me.

What I didn’t: If you are significantly smaller than me, the strap may be a little too big for you.  Fortunately, they make a smaller one.

Final thought: The Sportsheets Plus Size Doggie Style Strap retails for under $20.  For that price, it’s most certainly worth a shot to see what kind of positions you are missing.  Just that little bit of a change can make such a big difference.

A big thanks to Shevibe for letting me review this!


Minna Life kGoal Review

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~ minna life kgoal review

More Kegels!  Next up on the now ever-growing list of Kegel exercisers that aren’t just plain ole ben wa balls, we have Minna Life’s newest addition, the kGoal.  And, like Minna Life’s other products, it’s interactive and customizable in very interesting ways.

A little bit about it: The kGoal is a rechargeable, splash resistant, silicone Kegel exerciser.  Most exercisers work by inserting them into the vagina, and then using your muscles to keep the balls/exercisers in place.  The kGoal, however, relies more on an active squeezing motion to work your muscles.  It’s not made to be worn around like other balls are, but instead only to be used for a short workout period, and then removed.

The kGoal has two parts.  One is the adjustable air pillow that can be slightly inflated and deflated to fit an individual’s vagina a little better.  The other is an external arm that sits over the clitoris.

Now, as for the actual working of the exerciser.  When inserted, a person uses their PC muscles to squeeze the pillow, and it vibrates in response.

Once the kGoal is paired with its app (available in both iTunes and Googleplay), you can set the device to respond to muscle squeezes by vibrating the air pillow, the clitoral arm, both, or neither.  Also in the app is the guided workout, consisting of long squeezes, controlled squeezes (slowly building and releasing squeeze) and short squeezes.  There is a visual line on a scale in the app that moves up and down in real time in response to the squeezes.  The app then saves your activity, so you can check your progress for improvement over time.

What I loved: I absolutely love that you can check your progress in real time.  Not only do I feel the vibration of the kGoal when I squeeze my muscles, but I can also watch the line inside the workout app move in response.  I don’t have to guess if this squeeze was as strong as the last one, or if I’m doing as well as I normally do.  I can check all those things.

The pairing of an app with the kGoal may sound overly complicated for something as simple as working your Kegel muscles, but it is delightfully simple and user friendly.  And, having the app with it makes it so much more entertaining and make me more likely to use it based on the novelty of it alone.  The kGoal is, simply, pretty darn cool.  Also, it’s blue, you guys.  BLUE.

The last thing I want to touch on that I love so very much is that I can chart my progress over time.  There’s a graph and everything.  For sapiosexual information nerds like me, that’s such a huge plus.  When I am behaving and actually working my Kegels like I’m supposed to, I can notice improvements via orgasm strength, or how well my menstrual cup stays in, or even what happens (or, uh, doesn’t happen) when I sneeze.  Now not only can I see that I’m improving, I can see how much.

What I didn’t: [SEE UPDATES AT THE END OF THIS SECTION] There are two things I didn’t like about the kGoal.  The first is that the pillow is so sensitive I had trouble finding a position that it didn’t register as me squeezing when I wasn’t squeezing.  Full disclaimer, it’s totally possible that I just tend to squeeze a little bit naturally.  But because of it, it registered me as squeezing when I was standing and sitting.  I ended up having to do a semi-awkward half laying/half sitting lounge position for it to register zero for me to start the workout.


Squeeze that is registered when I’m sitting and standing, even when not actively squeezing.

The other thing is that from the first workouts, I was consistently registering a 9-point-something out of 10 for the muscle squeeze scores.  Since the scale only goes up to 10, once I get to that point, I will no longer have a way to chart my progress unless I fall below 10 again.  That’s disappointing.  I don’t think my muscles are unusually strong, but rather Minna’s workout is simply too easy.  I’d be much happier to see the scale go to 20, or at least make it not so easy to reach 10.

UPDATE: Minna Life was kind enough to get back to me over my issues.  I’m told that while inserted, if you press the power button briefly it will zero out the kGoal, and you’ll start at zero, even if you, like me, tend to lightly squeeze naturally.  As far as the easiness of the workout and how little it takes to reach 10 on their scale, Minna Life tells me that they are aware of this issue and have an update that addresses this exact problem due to come out in May.

Final thought: The Minna Life kGoal sells for about $150, and I’m going to say worth it. I love the fact that you can see your squeezes in real time and compare each squeeze to another.  However, if you feel you already have pretty solid Kegel muscles, you may be a little frustrated with how fast you reach the top level of the app.

~I received this item in exchange for an honest review.~

Fun Factory Share Review

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~Share review

I confess that before this point I did not own a double ended dildo that was meant to be shared between two people.  I’ve had dildos that were double ended, like the Pure Wand, but those are made for just one person.  Enter the Share.

A little bit about it: The Fun Factory Share is a double ended dildo designed for any sex you would generally do with a strap-on.  Essentially, it’s a strapless strap-on.  The shorter end is inserted in a vagina, and the longer end is inserted into…well, I mean, wherever or whoever it’s getting inserted (anus, another vagina, mouth, etc.).

The Share also comes with a rechargeable bullet vibe that is much larger in circumference than most standard bullets.  It vibrates the whole toy, including the hump at the base of the toy that is supposed to sit on the clitoris.

What I loved: The best attribute is that the Share is mildly flexible.  When it’s inserted in me, the longer end points almost straight up along my belly, but when it’s pulled down to a more horizontal position, the bulb inside my vagina hits against my G-spot.  When we tried using it with me lying on my back and him riding me, it pulled the longer end of the toy back, which pulled the vaginal bulb against my front wall.  The end result was every time he moved, the toy moved inside me against my G-spot and caused us both to be able to orgasm.  So, that’s pretty awesome, and my absolute favorite aspect of the Share.

I like that the bullet vibe is rechargeable.  Not only that, but he reports that the vibration of the shaft makes insertion easier and more comfortable.  Having used anal toys that vibrate, I have to agree.

What I didn’t: At first I was worried something was seriously wrong with me, or more accurately, my vaginal muscles, because I had quite a bit of trouble getting the toy to stay inside me.  Trying to use it for penetrative sex?  Extremely difficult.  It kept falling out.  I talked with Ruby Ryder of Pegging Paradise, who knows waaaaay more about pegging toys than I do.  We talked about the problem with strapless strap-ons, but specifically that most strapless ones are difficult to keep in place without a harness under the best of situations, and using for pegging without using a compatible harness to keep it in place is pretty much impossible.  Apparently, when you pit a woman’s Kegel muscles against anal muscles, the anal muscles are, generally speaking, going to win.  So, unfortunately, unless we are doing oral play, I couldn’t keep it in place.  I had to use a harness with it, which is what I was trying to avoid having to do in the first place.

Moving on, let’s talk about the bullet vibe.  It’s rechargeable, which is nice, but it’s much bigger around than normal bullets, and that’s a big problem.  You see, the vibrations from the bullet are very buzzy instead of rumbly, and not even really strong enough to reach my clitoris with enough oomph to even come within the general vicinity of clitoral orgasm.  And, since the bullet hole is unusually large to accommodate the large bullet, you can’t switch it out with a better bullet.

Final thought: I’m kind of on the fence with what to think here.  On one hand, even though my Kegel muscles aren’t particularly weak, it’s very difficult to keep the Share in place.  But, when he rides me, the slight flexibility causes the interior bulb to hit my G-spot, and the vibration, although not awesome on my end, makes penetration more comfortable for him.

At nearly $130, I’m going to hesitantly say the Fun Factory Share is worth it.  The toy itself is nice and will last a long, long time, but you can’t replace the bullet.  I’d say go for it if you keep in mind that you will likely have to spring for a harness as well.

Thanks to Shevibe for letting me review the Share!

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~

Depression Lies

Note: This is about me and my journey.  Although it turns out that many of my emotional issues came from a previously undiagnosed physical ailment, I do recognize that many people struggle with mental health that does not stem from a physical problem.

The phrase “depression lies” has been used over and over to the point where it’s almost become a meme, and that’s not a bad thing, because it’s true.  Depression does lie.  Sometimes it lies in whispers.  Sometimes it screams.  But it does lie.

I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety from a young age.  I remember telling my parents how sick I felt, and how often.  Sometimes it was daily.  They responded with annoyance, insinuated that I might be doing it on purpose, that I was faking, or that I just didn’t want to go to school.  I was possibly even doing it to annoy them, or make life harder for them.  It wasn’t unusual for them to get angry.  They had never heard of a panic attack, or knew what it looked like.  During this time I was getting bullied at school.  I don’t mean the mildly antagonistic bullying, the whole kids-can-be-cruel saying stupid shit bullying, I mean there were guys much bigger than me that would make it a point to seek me out and make my life hell.  Why?  I had never done anything to them.  Barely spoke to them.  And they almost always did it in groups while I was alone, and it was fucking terrifying.  From this time I learned that when I wore a happy mask, things were easier.  I didn’t get picked on as often.  My parents no longer hinted at the idea that I was making things difficult for them on purpose.

Several years later, I remember telling my mom when I was a teen that I was pretty sure I was suffering from depression.  She looked at me with outright skepticism, laughed, and said, “Depressed?  YOU???”  I had worn my happy mask so often and so well, people thought it was my reality.  It wasn’t.

A few years later, I gave birth to my first child.  And postpartum depression hit, and I mean hit hard.  I felt like I couldn’t bond with my child, couldn’t do anything right.  Everything seemed useless, hopeless.  I hated my family and I hated myself.  When I finally healed, looking back I didn’t recognize the person I was then.  And although I did get over PPD, I continued to have intermittent cycles of sadness, like I always had.

I sat with a long-time, very good friend one day, and we talked about our youths and childhoods.  I started to tell him some of the things I had experienced and started crying.  “I’m 33! It shouldn’t bother me what I experienced 15, 20, 25 years ago!” I said.  But these are the things I carried with me.  What made me feel less valuable.  And when the sadness came, sometimes I knew what I was sad about.  Sometimes I didn’t.  Sometimes I struggled to maintain a positive mood.  I had good days, I had less good days, but for the most part it was merely a low-level, minor annoyance.  A slight downturn in my mood on occasion, or remembering something hurtful someone said.  Manageable.  A change in scenery, a piece of chocolate, visiting with a friend usually had a positive effect, and I would wait it out.  I would get better.  I didn’t need to do anything else.  I put on a happy face and muddled through until I felt better.

As time went on, my sad cycles became fewer, farther apart, and not nearly has hard to deal with.  I had made some lifestyle changes that brought out better sides of me, and for the most part I was feeling better.  When the sadness came, it was rarer, and short-lived.  In general I felt happy, at peace, loved, alive.  Everything was finally OK.  When the next sadness cycle came, I barely noticed it.

Except this time I didn’t get better.  The cycle did not end.  As the days went on I got worse.  My moods ranged from sad, to very, very deep depression, to anger.  The best mood I had was lethargy.  My low-level sadness that sort of comes and goes had turned into a monstrous thing that was always with me.  I cried.  A lot.  I cried for days on end.  Every small thing upset me.  Everything seemed enormous.  Instead of knowing the blue feeling will come to an end, I felt like the world itself was ending.  Usually when I was feeling down, my depression would merely whisper covert things like, “Are you sure this is the right thing to do?  I don’t think you know what you’re doing.  Don’t you usually fuck this up?”

This time, though, the lies it told were much different, and it screamed them.  If I had to change plans I made with people, I felt like I was messing up everyone else’s life.  I felt unloved, unwanted.  I felt unworthy of anything.  I stopped blogging except for the posts I knew I was under obligation to do.  I stopped crafting.  I just wasn’t interested any more.  With the exception of one person outside of my immediate family, I stopped talking.

Husband was sitting next to me when one of my best friends called me to check on me.

“I’m fine,” I said.  “Just tired.”

“OK, well, you get some rest, then!” she said cheerily.

I hung up.  Husband looked at me accusingly.  “You just lied through your teeth to one of your oldest friends.”

“Yes, I did.”  I lied because I didn’t feel worthy of being a bother to her, or anyone.  I knew no one would like me if they felt they had to put up with my issues, and I would be alone.

Because depression fucking lies.

A few days later another good friend sent me a sweet text about loving that I’m in her life, and I cried.  Hard.  I showed Husband the text, and he read it and replied, “This makes you cry?  I don’t understand.  How does this make you sad?  I DON’T UNDERSTAND.”  It made me sad because I didn’t feel deserving.  Like one day she would wake up and realize that I am, in fact, a complete bitch, and then she’d be gone.  Because I am a horrible person.  Because I am completely replaceable.

And because again, well, depression lies.

Underneath all of this, there was a very tiny voice.  Something deep down that whispered quieter than everything else.  “Something has gone wrong.”  And over all the noise, all the sadness, all the despair, through all the doom and gloom screaming about how unlovable, unlikable, unwantable I am, I heard it.  This wasn’t PMS (which emotionally speaking, has always been really hard for me, especially having mennorrhagia).  This wasn’t struggling to put old hurts to bed.  This wasn’t some mild depression or a case of the blues.  This was something new.  Something big.  Something bad.  Something worse than I had previously experienced.  And the part of my brain that was still functioning on logic recognized it.  “Something has gone wrong.”

As time went on, I got progressively worse.  My mood shifts came faster.  I cried longer, harder.  I felt like a bad parent, bad wife, bad friend, bad person.  I had trouble even regulating my temperature.  I was sweating one minute, freezing the next.  I was always tired, always so flat out exhausted.  If I sat still for too long, I fell asleep.  I had no interest in anything.  And still sad.  So, so sad.  I felt like I was going through the motions of life.

“Something has gone wrong.”

And then I got my period.  Eight days later, I still had it.  Nine days.  Ten.  Fifteen.  Twenty-one days.  It was three weeks long, three weeks of mennorrhagia.  Then it stopped, and I thought, well, that was weird.  My cycle seems to have gone a little wonky, but whatever.  I have been under stress lately.  It went away for a week, came back for another week, stopped for two weeks, came back for 10 days.

“Something has gone wrong.”

I still didn’t want to admit anything was truly, truly wrong.  I would get over it.  I always do.  I have a fear of doctors and didn’t want to go.  Finally, after explaining what was going on with me to my dear friend, the same one that had witnessed me break down about my childhood, said very firmly, “You need to make an appointment with your doctor.  And you need to do it now.”


“No, do it now.”

He texted me the next morning.  “Have you done it yet?”

“I was just about to.”

“Uh-huh.  Do it now.”

So I did.

One doctor’s appointment, a blood test, and two forms of ultrasound later, that little voice screamed, “I told you!”  Because something had, in fact, gone wrong.  Actually, it was a couple of somethings.  The kind of somethings that would send me into a downward spiral of horrible thoughts and feelings.  The kinds of somethings that would completely and utterly fuck with my mood to the point where I didn’t know myself.  And there it was, in black and white in front of my face.  The wrong things.  The fixable things.  The things that were fucking with my life.

These things may have been there for years, and I only really sat up and paid attention when it suddenly, for no apparent reason, got out of control.  I could have been like this since around puberty, when all my emotional issues started.  Yes, I was depressed before puberty, but that generally had a direct cause.  The point is, if I had been willing to see someone sooner, I could have saved myself what was possibly years of torment.  I could have been happy!  It took me getting to the point where I emotionally and physically simply could not cope before I was finally willing to do something, and even then it took my friend essentially kicking me in the ass to do it.  Why didn’t I get help sooner?  Why didn’t I put the pieces together and get to a doctor before?  Because I truly and honestly did not believe I was worth the time, money, or hassle of getting treated.  I thought I would just be a bother.  If I had to seek treatment, people would like me even less.  I would be even less lovable.  Even less wantable.  No one would put up with me.

Because depression lies.

Now, honestly, I’m much better.  Much, much, MUCH better.  And the real kicker is I haven’t even undergone any treatment yet.  I have an upcoming appointment with my doctor to discuss my treatment options.  I’m already feeling better because now I know what this is.  I know why I sometimes I feel the way I do.  When I feel my mood taking a downturn, I know what’s happening.  When I hear the voice saying not nice things, I know they are lies.  And just knowing what is happening, knowing what the lies are, knowing there are things I can do, takes away the power it had over me.  I haven’t felt this good, this stable, this happy in years.  I’m back to blogging, crafting, talking, laughing, being.

I wish I had sought treatment sooner.  The biggest lie depression told me was I was not worth treating.

Mona Wave Review

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~

Mona wave reviewI really loved the Mona 2.  Like, love-love-lovety-loved it.  It was my absolute favorite as far as rechargeable vibes go.  Powerful, pretty, waterproof, and actually does something for my G-spot, which is a feat that few other G-spot vibes could actually claim.  And then LELO came out with a new version: the Mona Wave.  Hooray!  Only, not really.  I expected to be madly in love with the Wave just like I was with it’s older sister, Mona 2, but I can pretty much sum up my feelings on it by just saying meh.

A little bit about it: The Mona Wave is a rechargeable G-spot vibrator made of silicone and plastic.  It has several vibration and pattern settings, but in addition to that, it has one unique feature: the shaft moves up and down.  This would be the “wave” of the Mona Wave.

What I loved: Mona Wave is a good start.  I’d even call it a valiant attempt at improving something already great.  The vibrations are still pretty decent, and the motion is interesting.

What I didn’t: Unfortunately, I didn’t find Wave’s motion to be anything beyond interesting.  In practice, it didn’t do a whole lot for me.  The waving action was simply too slow, even on it’s fastest setting, for me to particularly care for.  In addition to that, trying to hold the handle so the shaft moves inside of me instead of the handle outside of me ended up being something of a workout in and of itself, which was not exactly conducive to sexy time.

The vibrations feel just a shade shy of the strength of the Mona 2, but are still pretty strong.  No big deal.  And the vibrations are still pretty quiet.  But, here’s the thing, that wave motion?  That’s not quiet.  Like, at all.  Seriously.  If you have nosy family or roommates, you can’t have this thing.  It makes a loud, mechanical whine with each motion.  It’s kind of like having a giant mosquito in the bed.

Final thought:  I really wanted to think the Mona Wave was going to be the new big thing.  I wanted to think it was going to be my new favorite toy, but it simply wasn’t.  I understand what they were going for, but in practice it just didn’t work.  If you are looking to nab a LELO toy that is guaranteed to make you happy, I’d still stick with the Mona 2, and skip the Mona Wave.

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~

Private Gym Review Part 2

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~privategym

Some time ago, I wrote an introductory post about the Private Gym, a Kegel exercise regimen and weights for penis havers.  After a few weeks of using the exercises without the weights, Husband was ready to try using the weighs.

A little bit about it: The Private Gym is a set of two magnetic weights.  The first weight has a flexible loop that wraps around the penis.  The second is just a weight without the loop, and attaches to the first via magnets.  Place the loop around an erect penis, and flex the pelvic floor muscles, causing the penis to bob up and down.  Yes, basically weighted penis pull-ups.

What we loved: The Private Gym is so freaking simple.  I seriously can’t believe no one else came up with this idea before now.  We have all sorts of Kegel balls and exercisers for vaginas, why shouldn’t there be something for penises?

The Private Gym is very easy to use, and comfortable.  But aside from that, the fact of the matter is that the Private Gym, it seems, actually works.  After Husband started using it, his orgasms became stronger, which was expected.  What we didn’t expect was that he also ejaculated with much more force than ever before.  While he always came with a little force, this took it over the edge, and he ejaculated with so much more speed and pressure.

What we didn’t: The only potential problem we saw is that someone with a penis that points down while erect may have trouble keeping the weights in place.

Final thought: The Private Gym retails for just under $100.  I’m going to give it a hesitant worth it.  I’m hesitant because although I do like it, and it is very unique among toys for boys, there is currently nothing on the market that I’m aware of to compare it to, and I don’t know that basic Kegel exercises would not also give good results.  At the same time, $100 is an awful lot to ask for magnetic weights.  I’d feel a lot more comfortable if this was around the $50-60 mark.  However, for those that really need the guidance, and feel they need the extra resistance weights give, this is an good choice.  For a person that really feels that they need more guidance than a simple “work your kegel muscles,” Private Gym also sells their Basic Training without the weights.

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~


Tantus P-Spot Review

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~Tantus P-spot

I fell in love with the shape of the Tantus P-spot before I even held it in my hands.  I love, love, love toys with a pronounced head.  They always hit my G-spot so wonderfully, and this has the pronounced head of pronounced heads.  But, the P-spot is made for, well, P-spots, aka, the prostate.  Obviously, I don’t have one of those.  So I showed it to Husband, who is fairly new to prostate play, but he totally did a nope octopus on it (“No way.  It’s too big!”).  So, I was on my own for testing it just for G-spot pleasure.

A little bit about it: The Tantus P-Spot is a silicone dildo made for prostate stimulation.  You can bleach it, boil it, or throw it in the dishwasher. It’s insertable length is roughly 7″ (8″ total length), with a head circumference of 5.25″.

What I loved: The shape itself is unique and fabulous.  It doesn’t have a straight shaft, but a shaft that curves this way and that in all the right ways.  And it doesn’t just have a decent head, but a large, bulbous head that curves, making it incredibly easy for me to hit my G-spot with.

The shape and size of the head seems to almost pop past my G-spot, instead of just rubbing against it.  The intensity of the resulting sensation makes it so incredibly easy to hit my G-spot in a really satisfying way.  The result is incredibly easy to attain G-spot orgasms.  I mean, my particular G-spot orgasms are pretty easy to achieve regardless, but the P-spot dildo makes them practically effortless.

Tantus p-spot reviewI was concerned about how the shaft being slightly flexible would affect my ability to get decent stimulation, since I most definitely need solid pressure on my G-spot.  However, even though the P-Spot dildo has a slightly flexible shaft, it’s not too flexible.  It’s just the right amount of flex to be comfortable without sacrificing being able to use pressure with it.  It’s the perfect combination in a dildo.

What I didn’t: If I had to pick something, I guess I wish it came in more colors.

Final thought: The P-Spot sells for just over $84 at Tantus.  It’s a wonderful addition to my toy box, and I couldn’t be more pleased with it.  Tantus’s high quality silicone will last a very long time with proper care, and a dildo that works with my body this well is well worth the price tag.

If you are looking for a toy that is made specifically for G-spots, Tantus makes the G-Spot vibrator.  It has the same great shape as the G-spot, but also has a cavity in the bottom for a vibe or suction cup.

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~

Blush Novelties Eden’s Rabbit Review

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~Eden's Rabbit Review

As much as I loved Blush’s My Little Heaven, unfortunately, is just how much I hated their next review item, Eden’s Rabbit.  I mean, just…just no.  I’m not a huge fan of rabbits to begin with, but one of my very first toys was a rabbit so I know they can work for me.  So, I had high hopes.  Had.

A little bit about it: Eden’s Rabbit is a silicone rabbit vibrator.  It’s rechargeable, has 3 speeds and 4 patterns, and is waterproof when the charging port is closed.

What I loved: I found really the best way for me to use this vibe is to use the shaft, not the rabbit clitoral arm, on my clitoris.  It’s at least somewhat pleasurable.

What I didn’t: There is a whole lot that I didn’t like about Eden’s Rabbit.  Let’s start simply with the color.  It’s yet another toy that only comes in a fluorescent shade of pink.  I have feelings about toys that only come in pink, but, I also recognize that’s a preference thing and the color can easily be forgiven if the toy is awesome.  It’s not.

The vibrations are lackluster and very buzzy (as opposed to rumbly).  I’m just as likely to go numb as to orgasm with this style of vibration.  In addition, although the vibe is marketed as being quiet, it’s louder than all of my other silicone toys.  It seriously sounds like a giant mosquito.  I guess it’s technically quieter than lower end toys, but it’s still more than a little annoying.

When I tried to use it as intended, this toy does nothing for me.  I can barely feel the rabbit ears or face on my clitoris.  When I tilt it to make the vaginal shaft hit my G-spot correctly, the rabbit part lifts off my clitoris altogether.  So, as intended, it’s pretty much useless for me.

Final thought: Eden’s Rabbit sells for a variety of prices up to $90+, but you can get it for just over $50 at one of my favorite shops, Shevibe.  That being said, if you like buzzier vibrations, don’t mind the noise, and have a history of being able to make friends with rabbit vibes, you could possibly make this one work for you.  For everyone else, I recommend you just get a dildo you like and a clitoral vibe you like and call it a day.

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~


My Little Heaven Review

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~mlh1

I took My Little Heaven out of it’s package with an eyebrow raise and a bit of a disgusted sigh.  There was no way this was going to be a decent toy.  It looks ridiculous.  It’s too small.  It’s too flexible.  But, being the honest reviewer that I am, I went into with as open a mind as I could get, but expecting a complete dud.  Except, that’s not what happened.

A little bit about it: My Little Heaven is a petite silicone G-spot dildo.  It’s flexible, and of course waterproof (there is no motor).  Pretty simple, right?  This might be the shortest about section I’ve ever written.

What I loved: I showed Husband the toy when it first came.  He stared it a second, wrinkled his nose, and said, “Well, that’s interesting.”  By interesting, of course, he meant “WTF?”  I bent it this way and that to show him how flexible.  Flexible is generally not a good thing for G-spot toys, or at least not for me.

mlh2“Yes,” I replied.  “Interesting.”

I set about using it expecting nothing, maybe a mild tickle in the general vicinity of my G-spot.  There was no way it could be anything else.  A very short time later I had a pretty strong G-spot orgasm.  This left me with all sorts of confused feelings.  It shouldn’t work.  No flexible G-spot toy has ever been great for me.  In this case, the shape, that weird and wacky shape, fit everything in my anatomy just right.  Because it did, I didn’t have to worry about putting pressure on it (the problem if the toy is flexible).  It just fit.  And that fitting led to some of the most powerful G-spot orgasms I’ve ever had.

I wanted to believe the shape was just gimmicky; just something weird to set it apart from the “normal” toys.  And I’ve seen my fair share of gimmicky.  They usually don’t work out.  But this, this is more than gimmick.

My Little Heaven is so ridiculously simple, and yet near perfect.

When Husband asked me about it, I waved it in front of him and told him how amazing it is.

“Really?” he asked.  “That?

“I know!  I’m kind of dumbfounded myself!”

What I didn’t: I tend to like toys that have some girth to them.  My Little Heaven obviously doesn’t have that much girth.  At the same time, I don’t know that the shape would work as well if it had that girth to it.

Final thought: My Little Heaven sells for about $20 and lower.  You can even get it for under $15 at Shevibe.  Yeah, I’m not kidding.  An inexpensive and highly effective toy.  I know.  I can’t believe it, either.  This is one of those that I’m going to say won’t necessarily be the absolute go-to toy in your toy box, but it worked amazingly well for me, and for the low price point, it’s certainly worth having.

~I received this item for free in exchange for an honest review.~