Review: Satisfyer Pro G-Spot Rabbit

Initially I expected the Satisfyer G-Spot Rabbit to be just as underwhelming as Satisfyer’s seemingly very generic packaging is. I’ve never had a good experience with a rabbit vibrator to date so I figure this one wouldn’t be any different. And it does have some faults, don’t get me wrong, but the combination of sensations with this toy is simply amazing.

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The packaging seems very bland.

The plain white silicone is very plush feeling to me and it didn’t take much lube at all as it was very smooth to the touch. It is also kind of a novelty to have a white toy when the majority of them seem to be pink or purple or other seemingly feminine colors. It has an unsurprising pale pink accent around the clitoral arm of the toy and the power button is pink with two smaller white buttons above it, similar to the buttons on other Satisfyer toys.

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Finicky buttons

However, those buttons are a major sticking point for me on this particular toy. They are placed in such a way that I practically had to be sitting up to reach and use them (some of this may have been related to my bigger belly) and the controls themselves don’t seem to be very intuitive. One button (the single wave) turns on the vibrating part of the toy and controls the vibrations as well. The bottom button, with four waves, turns on the pressure wave stimulator (the rabbit part) and controls that as well. It was incredibly confusing for me as I expected that the buttons would both be for up and down functions as well and I was consulting the manual more than once, even double and triple checking as I wrote this review. Maybe in writing this seems simple to you, but when I couldn’t see the buttons and I was pressing blindly to find the right ones it got a little annoying. Note: after multiple uses the buttons did become easier to get the hang of so perhaps this was just a matter of a learning curve.

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So pretty and silky smooth

On the other hand, once I did some experimenting with placement and shifting the toy this way and that until I got it just so then found the right combination of vibrations and pulsations caused by the pressure waves I was on my way to orgasm land. I couldn’t thrust the toy but had to thrust my hips against it instead which worked out just fine and allowed me to keep contact with my clit while stimulating my g-spot with some surprisingly rumbly vibrations (nothing buzzy here y’all.) And boom! My orgasm hit me like a freight train and just kept going and going. It literally did not stop until I moved the toy away from my body because I was so sensitive. If I had kept going I know I’d have squirted all over the bed so I’m going to call that a definite win in my book. Hopefully this is the experience all my readers have, but I understand that rabbits of any kind are not one size fits all. This particular one, though, offers eleven different intensities for the pressure waves and ten different vibration programs so it has a wide range of possibilities.

As with previous Satisfyer toys this one is waterproof, should be used with water based lubricant, and is rechargeable via a magnetic connection to a USB port. It can take up to eight hours to fully charge for the first time, although mine only took about two hours before the light quit blinking indicating the full charge. All in all, this has been a remarkably surprising toy that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed using, despite the buttons, and can see myself using frequently in the future. If you’d like to purchase one they can be found at Peepshow Toys for $59.95 or you can check your favorite body safe sex toy retailer.

This toy was provided to me by Satisfyer in exchange for a fair, honest, honest, and unbiased review. There are affiliate links used in this post.

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Share Our Shit Saturday 5 – The Sunday Edition

I know this one is a super late addition to #SOSS (later than usual for me even I think), but it has been a hell of a weekend between sex, food, shopping, cooking, depression AND mania and who knows what else. Anyway, read on my friends to find my top Share Our Shit posts for the week!

Scandarella
This was a ridiculously hot story with a wickedly funny twist at the end. I loved the battle between the two of them and couldn’t wait to see just how it played out as I was reading. It was made better by the fact that I ( maybe foolishly) made the assumption that perhaps Tim and Sharon were a married couple or perhaps boyfriend and girlfriend rather than the man of the house and the babysitter.

Lascivious Lucy
Another searing story from Lucy, this one involves a blindfold and leather and all kinds of lovely, D/s related fun. I’m definitely submissive myself, but I really related more to the Mistress in this story as she meted out her punishment. And again, because this is important, the leather is super sexy.

Oleander Plume
Sexy as hell superhero sex! I love it! There’s something about the idea of Batman and Robin being lovers that I found to be quite the turn on and it led me to wondering about a threesome with Selina Kyle. Anyone wanna write that? Anyway, fantastic story by a fantastic writer.

Betty Butch
This has to be one of the best and funniest reviews I’ve read in quite some time. “Zombie vibrator” had me giggling like crazy and while Betty didn’t have the best experience with the toy, they did make the best out of their review.

Cammies on the Floor
Oh. My. God. Visceral and hot is all I can use to describe this one. It left me aching and wanting to have an experience like this for myself.

 

SOSS #4 (Because Our Shit Should Be Shared)

Girl On The Net
A sweet post about how sharing an “I love you” can mean so much more and how sometimes it can mean so many different things. It resonated with me because, like Girl On The Net, I often cannot find the eloquence to explain what and how I feel, so I default to a simple, “I love you”

The Other Livvy
In an incredibly thoughtful and well written post about coerced sex, bad sex, the recent sex scandals and a story of her own, The Other Livvy brings to light a large part of of what is wrong with our culture regarding the way women are raised to be demure and not say no and how men are conditioned to chase and pressure those same women. The distortion of rape culture is a theme here and this makes for a fantastic read.

Molly’s Daily Kiss
I think what makes this is the realization at the end that the other person is bound and watching the heat and pleasure of another person’s orgasm before being released to (presumably) have their own. This one made me squirm in my chair a little.

Kayla Lords
A short, super hot read by the inimitable Kayla Lords. I love late night/early morning fucks myself so I absolutely relate. Now go read this post and a bunch more of her stories cause they are always hot!

Miss Jezebella
A well written thoughtful review about a new toy from Rocks Off Ltd. that instantly made me want to get my hot little hands on one. Also, I love the backdrop for the photos.

#SOSS (My last S stands for Sunday)

So as much as I read other people’s blogs I am terrible at things like leaving comments and interaction and right now having a lot on my plate health wise makes things a little harder. Spoonie for life, yo! Anyway, my third SOSS post is going up and here’s the goods:

sub-Bee from “A to sub-Bee” has a great post about anal sex and the potential for accidental oopsies to happen, including a rather mortifying tale of their own that, while it isn’t quite the same as what I fear, is close enough. And it is definitely something I relate to as I have a lot of fear around unwanted sounds or sights or anything like that during sex. Thanks for such a relatable read!

Morag’s Moist Musings is a blog that is new to me, but one that is incredibly well done and so sexy. Their post about threesomes just set me off in the most delicious way and I also don’t seem to understand math as I completely agree two can, indeed, go into one!

Hey, Mrs. Robinson picked a great topic for her Wicked Wednesday post (there is a trigger warning attached to so please read with caution) this week, one that made me feel so many things, see the highs and lows, and gave an excellent peek inside their head and into life as well. I’ve been there in some ways Mrs. Robinson so just know that you’re not alone and that someone is proud of you.

Alright y’all, sadly I’m running short on time to get some other things done so this will be it for my #SOSS this weekend. Hope you enjoy the posts as much as I did and know that I’m grateful to be part of such a great community!

Love,

Livvy

Review: The Dodil

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The thermos container that the Dodil comes packaged in.

When I first heard about the Dodil I was curious, but also felt like it might be a little on the gimmicky side. That said, I still wanted to try it because who wouldn’t want to be able to have a custom dildo. I love that it comes packaged in a thermos container that is actually a useful part of the design and a good place to store the Dodil when not in use. I do wish the thermos or its lid was a bit taller though so it could be screwed shut for better storage. Of course, depending on the shape the toy is molded into this is a non-issue.

When I initially boiled my water and poured it into thermos with the Dodil and then waited twenty minutes instead of the thirty the directions called for because I was getting impatient, I quickly discovered on my first try shaping the Dodil that it can be more difficult than you might expect. I know my first shape wasn’t pretty, nor was it effective as a G-spot toy like I was hoping it would be. But, the beauty of the Dodil is that I was able to place it back in the thermos, refill it with water, and there I had it, a nice straight toy that I could shape and design to my heart’s content until I found what was just right for me.

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Before molding

So I started designing and shaping and molding and even enlisted my partner’s help to see what they could come up with as well. Between us we came up with various textured or curved designs that when tried ended up being varying amounts of successful in the way that they helped me reach an orgasm or not. I lost count of how many configurations I tried and I’m sure that I will try many more of them in my never-ending quest for more orgasms, please!

Obviously the Dodil requires you to have a bit of patience, a trait that I am lacking, in order to let it get soft enough to mold, then cool enough to handle and for me that was a little frustrating simply because, as I said, I am not a patient woman. But seeing as this is simply the mode of action for the toy I guess I’d better learn some patience and better sculpting skills while I’m at it. My initial reaction to the included bit of plastic string to tie the Dodil into shapes was to assume that it was more than a bit fiddly and immediately discount it. But once I had some practice shaping and molding the Dodil, I found that having a way to hold it in place that didn’t involve me holding it to keep a shape or texture from coming undone was quite nice. One thing that I do wish, is that the Dodil had a bit more mass to it, not length or girth specifically just more material to work with in general, although I’m learning to work with what I’ve got!

Above: Three different shapes I tried out. Can you tell that I love curvy dildos?

I still stand by my statement that the Dodil is a bit of a gimmick where toys are concerned, but I find that it is a rather novel one. I may not use the toy frequently because it can be a more than little fussy, what with the boiling water and everything, but I feel like it has its place in my sex toy arsenal, as a tester of shapes if nothing else. We’ll see how that evolves over time. If we find something that we particularly like we can see about finding a more permanent solution. But that ability to test out various shapes and textures seems like it could be useful in the long term.

If you’re interested you can purchase the full Dodil kit at Luvoqa for $111.00 or you can check out your favorite body safe sex toy retailer.

Luvoqa sent me the Dodil in exchange for a fair, honest, and unbiased review. There are affiliate links used in this post.

Wicked Wednesday – (Twenty One) – (Embracing the Numbers)

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Sometimes I’m made to count. The first time was twenty one (the goal had been twenty four I believe.) Other times the numbers have varied, but always in the double digits. I haven’t counted in some time, but now it is definitely on my mind.

If I’m a good girl, and I always am so I’m told, I get to enjoy lots of orgasms. Sir doesn’t often make me count, but when they do I’d better keep track of those numbers, which is really hard to focus on when you’re coming like crazy. And sometimes being made to orgasm over and over is the best thing in the world. It clears my head of everything but the pleasure I’m feeling and the endless parade of numbers that I must try to remember, but often lose track of. Losing track sometimes means starting over. It becomes a war within my head between keeping the numbers straight and letting the pleasure wash over me.

It is a sweet torture, one that certainly has its own rewards. Being teased and fucked or toyed with until those orgasms hit. After a while they come slower and smaller, but are still there. And sometimes in a fit of sheer exhilaration I get the giggles or I cry and I can’t stop. I’m fine and unharmed, but my body just gets so overwhelmed at the feelings and experience as a whole that I need another way to get it out. It is the same as a spanking in that regard, but so very different at the same time simply because of the sensations I feel. Although now I’m wondering how it might feel to be spanked while I was trying to count orgasms. Hopefully I wouldn’t be expected to try and count swats as well. I’d never be able to keep things straight!

But there are times that I struggle with it too. Sometimes the orgasm(s) won’t come no matter how much I may want one, or twenty one, and that is when I get frustrated the most. I get plenty of hugs and reassurances from my partner, but am also reminded that I’m very different from many women who always struggle to reach orgasm. Or from those who are “one and done” because I am almost never going to be happy with just a single orgasm. My body just begs for more, often until it is too much and leaves me aching. I usually get called a greedy girl then and I can’t help but agree. I know that I’m lucky to be able to experience pleasure in the way that I do and I’m glad that I get to have such awesome sexual experiences with my partner. I don’t think I’d change a thing about it when it comes down to my orgasmic nature. Does anyone else agree or disagree? Have thoughts on being able to have multiples orgasms or just one or even none? How do those individual experiences affect you?

Wicked Wednesday 293 – The ex – (I Might as Well Enjoy It)

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So I’ve written before about my ex husband and some of the hell he put me through. I won’t rehash that again here, but for anyone that really wants to read it here’s the link (CW: abuse, rape) Today, I have another story, one that makes me laugh instead of be angry or sad.

“If you’re going to get shit for it, you might as well enjoy it.” Those were the words spoken to me in a quiet conversation by a good friend and my now partner after my ex-husband had accused me for the umpteenth time of cheating on him with any number of various people. Now, I will state for the record that of all the people he accused me of sleeping with, I never slept with any of them, despite having opportunity. I tried to take my marriage vows seriously, even as my marriage disintegrated. But the idea of enjoying myself just because I got shit for it appealed to me.

So I did. I flirted and teased and hugged my friends, male or female, it didn’t matter to me or to them and many of them were in on the joke. Looking back at it, it was probably the most immature thing I could’ve done, but it was still a lot of fun. It drove my husband crazy, but he never once found evidence, even when he started stalking me at the end of our marriage, that I had cheated on him.

When my current partner and I were still just friends before we ended up in my bed one night with them pulling my hair, we cuddled under a blanket and talked about silly things like sending imaginary cuddly photos to my ex or joked about getting married and inviting him to the wedding. Honestly the wedding joke should’ve been my first clue I was going to end up with this person, that I had wanted from afar for so very long. But that’s a different story.

One night the ex stopped by when it was just me and my partner (before we got together) and while we did nothing but sat beside one another, the ex seemed quite curious and was obviously watching us. This could’ve been a prime opportunity to really yank the man’s chain, but I refrained largely because I was honestly scared of what he might do. A short time later he asked to speak to me alone so we stepped outside for what should’ve only been a few minutes, but was more like a half hour to forty five minutes while he tried to pump me for information and asked why we had broken up and wanted to know if we could still be friends. When I’d had enough of his bullshit I turned to walk away and he followed me, trying to bar my way back into my own apartment. Shortly thereafter I had my locks changed. But, again, I’m getting off track.

I took a lot of shit for a long time and finally I decided that I may as well live it up. I’ve taken those words that were said to me and tried to apply them to my life as it is today. Happily, I no longer have to deal with a man who accused me of cheating among other things and there is a kind of absolute trust in my relationship now that neither of us would cheat on the other or deliberately cause harm. That said, I will reiterate that at the time I did enjoy making my spouse think all kinds of things and it was, in some small part, a bit of revenge for the way he treated me in other ways. I’m not perfect and I might as well enjoy it.