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Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Gyro G G-Spot Vibrator

It's review day!!!! That means that I got a chance to spend some quality time with a new toy. My new friend of the month is the Gyro G, a g-spot vibrator, by Pleasure Works. Here's a picture!

Isn't she pretty?  I haven't named her yet but I eventually will, just give me some time.

I ended up buying a Groupon for my favorite Bay Area adult store, Good Vibrations, so I felt like a little kid at a candy store once I had some time to do some adult shopping. I wanted to get some quality toys, but I also wanted to buy more than one, which is kind of hard to do at times because the super high quality toys (which also tend to be the rechargeable ones) have a tendency to cost an arm and a leg, and sometimes a boob and your ovaries. Fortunately, this particular toy only cost $25, so I made another purchase for a toy I will be reviewing next month.

Every time I buy a new toy I feel like I need to rush home and take it out for a test drive... in my vagina; this toy was no different. I washed it first (because it's important to be sanitary with things that will be in or around your womanhood), inserted the batteries, added a bit of lube to the toy, undressed, and then went to town. At first I was inserting the toy straight in and too deep. The sensation I was feeling was pleasurable, but that's also because I enjoy a bit of pain when there's pressure against my cervix (yes, size does matter to me). But then I proceeded to insert the toy with more shallow thrusts and at a bit of an angle; this made the world of difference in terms of G-spot stimulation. Within minutes I was experiencing a fairly intense orgasm that involved absolutely no clitoral stimulation. I even think that I might have been close to making myself squirt a couple of times, but that might have just been the different feeling in terms of stimulation in comparison to my normal masturbation method of clitoral stimulation. 

The Stats:
The Gyro G is 5 1/4" long and 5/8" wide.
It requires two double A batteries, which are not included (at this point, I have quite a few rechargeable batteries).
It is made of ABS (acrylonitile butadiene styrene) plastic, which is a hard, non-porous material which makes it easy to clean with just a simple, mild, antibacterial soap and warm water.
The tip of the toy is tapered and angled for maximum g-spot stimulation.
There are about two to three intensity settings which are controlled with a dial at the bottom of the toy. The only reason I'm not sure with the number if intensity settings is because it's easy to miss the middle setting with the dial.
There is more girth in the middle of the toy which allows a much fuller feeling while using the toy (that full feeling is really, really nice... just my own observation).
The motor is very silent (especially when compared to the Hitachi Magic Wand).
And it's velvety to the touch.

Intense little motor.
The tapered, angled tip allows for maximum G-spot stimulation.
The girth in the middle adds to your orgasm experience. 
Simple to use.
Simple to clean.
And most importantly, it's INEXPENSIVE!!!

The center girth can potentially be uncomfortable to some women with tighter vaginas.

There really are no "cons" that I could think of to write up. Due to that, and my wonderful orgasms since purchasing this toy, and the extremely affordable price, the Gyro G gets a giant "DilDo" from me.

Before I sign off, though, I would like to make sure to note that this is not a good toy for anal play due to the lack of a tapered end. Never, ever, EVER insert anything into your bum that can potentially get sucked up and lost in there.

Until next time, stay excited! 

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Wednesday, August 7, 2013

My Hitachi Magic Wand... a love letter

When I first started planning my “blogging comeback” a made a list of toys that would be perfect to review. What was on that list varied from couples toys, bullets, dildo vibrators, and all sorts of other fun stuff. In the end, I decided to go with the the grandmother of all things that give pleasure... the Hitachi Magic Wand!!!! (In my head there was an “announcer's” echo as I typed that out).

When I first brought home The Magic Wand, which I have named Butch and will refer to it as such from now on, I was so excited that I almost couldn’t get it out of the packaging fast enough so that I can take it out for a “drive”. I closed my blinds, plugged Butch in, laid down on the bed and was about to go to town when I turned it on and realized why it has received all of the accolades it has. The intensity of the motor was exceedingly titillating, but the deafening  sound of the motor made me really self-cautious. I seriously felt like my neighbors could hear what I was doing. I turned on some music, to mask the sound of the motor, but I still couldn’t stop thinking about it. I began to imagine how embarrassing it would be if I was using it at night (which is my favorite time to handle my needs, before going to bed), and my landlord, whose bedroom is atop of mine, could hear what I was doing. After ten minutes of using Butch, and these thoughts going through my head, I finally came. The experience wasn’t bad, but I couldn’t get over the loudness of the motor. I was used to vibrators that are really quite, and ones in which the packaging boasts about the lack of noise.

Two weeks pass, and every time I use Butch I try to muffle the sound with pillows, blankets and by having the television on. But then, one day, when I was sitting at home and could hear my landlord having sex, I realized that I don’t really care if he could hear me. Since then, my experience with Butch has gotten a lot better. Now I don’t need to use it for ten minutes before I cum, I’m right around the five minute mark at the moment.

The entire time, during the first two weeks of using Butch, I wasn’t really judging the effectiveness of the Wand to bring me to orgasm; I was judging the sound it made and was over thinking about it so much that it was preventing me from enjoying this amazing toy. The vibrations are exceedingly powerful, even on the low setting, which I don’t believe in because I either go big or don’t use it at all. Either way, I have finally come to appreciate the power of this toy, and I also fully agree that it deserves every single accolade it has received thus far.

Now for the nitty gritty details:
The Magic Wand measures 12.5 inches, and weighs about 1 / 1.5 lbs. What I love most about the Magic Wand is how I never have to worry about batteries, whether it’s replacing them or recharging them. You plug this amazing toy to the wall and just turn it on and bask in all its glory. There are two settings to the Magic Wand, High and Low, and the head of the wand is designed for external use, on the cllitoris. Although, I guess if you want, one can potentially insert it, but I don’t recommend doing so unless you put a condom over the Wand.

The head of the wand is made of what appears to be a leather type of material, or it can just be soft plastic, which are both porous. If you are going to use one of these on your lady parts please make sure that you ALWAYS put a condom over it. No matter how much you clean it, it will never be clean enough to place over your vulva, unless you boil the top clean, which I’m sure you will not want to do unless you want to risk potentially throwing away $60. I opted to purchase a silicone Pop Top (pictured below with my wand), which is cheaper than constantly purchasing condoms (unless you always just grab a handful of condoms from your local gay bar as I have). 

The Pop Top did muffle some of the vibrations, though. If you don't require such a high intensity in vibrations as yours truly, then I think that anyone with a Wand should go to their local toy store and purchase one of those bad boys. They come in three different colors, and each color has a different texture; ridged, knob-ly, and smooth. It is designed to have a snug fit over the head of your wand, so putting it on at first might take a few minutes, but taking it on and off to clean it gets easier. Also, it helps to prevent wear and tear on the top of your wand. 

- No batteries required
- Strong vibrations
- Can be used for other areas, like lower back (I have tons of lower back pains)

- Loud
- Top is made of porous material and requires a condom or purchase of a silicone top
- A foot long

Honestly, those cons aren't even a big deal, even the loudness of the wand. The Hitachi Magic Wand gets a very long awaited "DilDo" from me. I'm so glad I decided to buy this great toy. 

Until next time, stay excited! 

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Wednesday, July 31, 2013


I’ve been away for soooooooo long, and I’m sorry about that. No, seriously, I really am. I feel like a part of me is dead when I don’t post, so time to revive that part of me that has been dead for the past several months.

Why have I not written in such a long time? Well, here’s a short list of a few reasons why:

  1. Writing a weekly update on the blog got to be a little too time consuming.
  2. I started spending more time taking care of my own needs (no, not just masturbating needs).
  3. I re-entered the world of dating, which is actually a bit time consuming.
  4. Reviewing toys got quite expensive.
  5. I was organizing my friend’s bachelorette party and prepping for her wedding, meaning that my toy budget was super tight (see reason 4).

There are other reasons, but I think that you get the picture. Well, today I just want to briefly post about how the blog will be changing before I post my toy review next week.

Change #1: I will no longer be posting on a weekly basis. I will guarantee a once a month post where I’m reviewing a toy, first Wednesday of the month, but some weeks will probably a lot busier than others (like when I’m working overtime at my day job).

Change #2: I will be making an effort to get some guest writers on here. The more guest writers I get the more posts you’ll see.

Change #3: Every few months I’ll switch up a toy review with a book review. Don’t worry, it will be a sex related book that will either educate or titillate. 

I know, change is scary, but believe me when I say that change is good for my sanity. 

So here's to looking forward to all the future posts!!!! Until next week, where I'll be reviewing the Hitachi Magic Wand, stay excited!

 ***If you have a story you would like to share please email me. If you would like to make a donation, please do so by using the secure PayPal "DONATE" button on the top right of the website. Also, if you have any suggestions for future adult toy reviews, topics, or questions please feel free to post them in the comments section or email me at DilDosNDilDonts@gmail.com***

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Small Penis


I know that I was supposed to post last week, and that post was supposed to be on how much of a non-issue having a small penis is, but as you can see that did not end up happening. Well, Since it IS the end of the month I'm technically supposed to post a story about my own experience, so this post will be my segue to that "small penis" post, but after next week's review.

Even though I plan to write about how a man with a small penis isn't necessarily the worst thing for a woman to experience, this post is going to be about the opposite.

I've had my fair share of "small penis" experiences, but fortunately it hasn't been the majority. One experience sticks out the most mainly because it was pretty bad. I went out with this guy, who I will refer to as L, a few times. The last time I went out with him we went to a concert and had a really great time. There was a lot of flirting, and a lot of getting physical; close dancing, hand holding, kissing, and caressing. All of the physical interaction was really turning me on, so I knew that we were definitely going to get it on that night. When he finally took me home, and started to do some heavy petting, I decided to just go for it and start undressing him, he reciprocated and began to undress me. When we were both finally naked, I noticed the size, or lack thereof, of his penis. I remember thinking about how disappointed I was but hoped that there would at least be some really fun foreplay.

The foreplay never happened. L decided to just go straight to the penetration, which was sort of a HUGE bummer. What happened next was sort of embarrassing. While we were having sex, doggie style, I fell asleep. Now let me back track a bit. By the time we had gone back to my place it was around 2 or 3 in the morning, I had been drinking, and his penis was too small for me to really feel anything that would be remotely exciting. At one point he noticed that I was asleep and asked me if I had fallen asleep. I quickly snapped out of it and told him that I hadn't and that he should just keep going, that I had just buried my face in the pillow and he couldn't hear me moan. Well, I fell asleep again, and this time he really noticed.

With his pride hurt, he stopped and said that he was just going to go home. I apologized and explained that I was exhausted, which was true. Needless to say, that was the last time we went out. Now, I know that I should have just had him go home after we got to my place, I really was tired and kind of just wanted to knock out, but I was also horny. I feel like the real culprit was his lack of ability to do anything other than just penetrate me. The penetration was boring, and when it's THAT small he should have known better than to just rely on his "thrusting" skills.

The other small penis experiences I've had were sort of similar, minus the falling asleep, but the lack of attention to my vagina from anything other than a penis is about the same. I'll get into the importance of foreplay in two weeks. In the meantime, I think it's important for guys to understand that if you weren't fortunate to be born well endowed, you need to make sure that you don't just rely on your penis to pleasure a woman.

Well, that's all for now. Until next time, stay excited!

***If you have a story you would like to share please email me. If you would like to make a donation, please do so by using the secure PayPal "DONATE" button on the top right of the website. Also, if you have any suggestions for future adult toy reviews, topics, or questions please feel free to post them in the comments section or email me at DilDosNDilDonts@gmail.com***

Friday, October 12, 2012

Short Hiatus

Hello readers,

Like the title of today's blog post indicates, I have sort of been taking a bit of a hiatus. This is mainly due to personal issues I'm trying to address. After my last post about the rape, I came to the realization that, although I had gone to see a therapist, I hadn't really been dealing with my demons. That post made me acknowledge the fact that I was still depressed, had been so for a while, and it had been getting worse. Soon after, I decided that I was going to contact my doctor and try to tackle this with the help of a professional.

Today, Friday, I have a doctor's appointment. Hopefully things will begin to get better after today. So now I leave you with what I hope will be my motivational theme song after today.... Hit it Beth!!!

P.S. My next blog post will be up next week on men who are less than well endowed, and how that doesn't have to be a big issue. So please be sure to come back to check that out. Also, please let me know if you have any suggested blog topics. I'm limited to my own experiences when it comes to material for the blog.

Saturday, September 29, 2012


Readers, I have a confession to make; I haven't been honest with any of you. Yes, I started the blog because I wanted to increase my toy collection, and because I wanted to partake in all the women's health issues dialogues that are currently taking place in this election year; but the real reason, though, is because a year ago today I was raped. In thinking about bringing this blog into fruition, I felt that getting my rape story "out there" would help to ease my pain.

Before I begin, I know that many of my friends read this blog, and chances are that most of you know who my attacker was. I ask you to please not confront this person if you do indeed figure out who it was. For those that don't know, please don't ask. I'm writing this as a form of therapy for myself with the hopes of letting all of that go and moving on with my life as soon as it is posted.

I've had a total of two traumatic experiences in my life, and all within under two years of each other. The first was the loss of my little sister, which took me down a dark and lonely path in which I pulled away from everyone. My second experience, my rape, has taken me down a dark and lonely path from which I've been pulling away from the person I once was.

I  had a friend from Los Angeles visiting me back when I was living in Portland. He was nearing the end of his second week stay in Oregon; he split his time between Portland and some other part of Oregon where he has family and went to go visit for a week. The entire time that he stayed with me he slept on my bed, while I slept on the futon, as I assumed any good host would do. He and I were both going to be leaving Portland that following Saturday morning; him back to LA, and me to San Francisco to visit some friends and go to a college football game.

I vividly remember everything that happened that day. It was Thursday, September 29, 2011, and I went to work like any other day. I was "seeing" someone at the time and, as we sometimes did, he and I were chatting back and forth. After opening up to my friend who was visiting, I decided to take his advice and put all my cards on the table with this guy I was seeing. I asked him, point blank, where I fit in his busy life. I should have figured things out by that point; I hadn't seen him in a while, about a month, and our only method of communication was via IM. Things had obviously not been moving forward, and they weren't going to. Unfortunately, though, I'm a bit of a masochist and needed to hear from him, directly, that things had gone as far as they were going to go in the "relationship." To my dismay, all I was told was that his intent was not to place me in a holding pattern. I wanted more clarification on that statement, but I didn't receive any.

Dejected and rejected, I knew that I wanted to go out and forget about it all. My friend and I decided to go karaoke at my favorite "hole in the wall" karaoke place. He drank, I sang, and he opened up about how in love he was with my best friend. He hated the fact that she was seeing a "white boy", as he put it, and didn't bother to give him a chance. I told him that he needed to stop being so prejudiced and just accept the fact that she was happy. The entire evening was this same scenario until we closed down the bar; I sang and moped, he drank and continued to profess his love for my best friend. On our drive back to my place, he continued to tell me how much he loved my friend. I was slightly annoyed, but mostly amused by his drunk rantings.

We went into my apartment, and as I locked the door behind me, he proceeded to kissed me. At first I just let it happen, mainly because I used to have a crush on this person, but I quickly came to my senses, and remember how in love he was with my best friend, and pushed him away. He apologized and I told him that we should go to bed. At this point, he stopped me and told me that he felt guilty for taking up my bed and that I should just sleep in my room that night; he would sleep on one side of the bed and me on the other. Not thinking much about it, and quite frankly tired of being uncomfortable on the futon, I decided to sleep in my room with him.

After I put on my pajamas, I want into the room and lay on the bed. At this point, he jumped on top of me and began making out with me once again, but added some groping. I pushed him off and got up from the bed. On my way out the bedroom, he stopped me, apologized, promised to not make any more advances on me and convinced me to come back to the bed. That was the worst decision of my life.

As I came back to my bed, he pinned me down and proceeded to rip off my pajama bottoms and underwear. He went down on me, briefly, but long enough to hurt my vulva; I believe that he bit me while he was down there. Then, without a condom, he proceeded to rape me. It wasn't long before I managed to finally break free from him, he probably got in only about two pumps, but the damage had been done. The entire time I was aware of the fact that it was really late at night and I didn't want to wake up my neighbors for some reason. So, although I was pleading for him to stop, and was attempting to physically push him away, I never raised my voice loud enough to wake up the neighbors.

After I got free, I grabbed my pajama bottoms and put them on. At this point, he said something that has continued to affect me; "you're friend doesn't want me, so now you don't want me?" I didn't want to hear any of this, so I rushed into the living room, wrapped myself in my blanked, and lay on the futon in the fetal position. A few moments later, he came into the living room. All he said was that he was sorry. I told him to leave me alone, that I had to be up early in the morning to go to work.

That night I cried more than I slept. Earlier that day I was rejected, then, after being told how much in love he was with my friend, I was violated in the worst way possible, followed by an attempt to feel guilty for not accepting his sexual advances. I was beside myself, and my mind and emotions were going a million miles an hour. I didn't know what my next move was going to be.

It's not until you've been attacked by someone you know, and considered to be a close friend, that you realize that sometimes you just can't make a simple decision to notify the authorities about your violation. What you want to do is nothing, because you feel like nothing. You feel insignificant, and in my case, only felt desired for sex, as if that was all I was good for. I confided in my two close friends about what transpired that previous night. Although, I wasn't completely honest about what happened. To them, I explained that what occurred was a sexual assault, and not a rape. It took me three to four months to acknowledge the fact that I was indeed raped. They advised me to kick him out of my apartment, but I wasn't sure about what I wanted to do.

On my lunch break, I went back to my apartment, as I normally do, and found that he was out walking my dog. While I was sitting on my couch, eating my lunch, he walked in and sat on the far end of the couch. He hung his head low and proceeded to explain that he didn't really remember what happened the previous night, but that he felt like he did something wrong and wanted to apologize for it. I told him what was on my mind at the moment, which was something close to the following:

"You made me feel so violated. The worst part was that this happened from you; someone whom I considered to be a close friend and whom I confided in. NO ONE has ever made me feel the way that you did last night. So insignificant. So vulnerable."

I thought that telling him that would make me feel better, but it didn't. After my lunch break, I went back to work and attempted to push through the day. After work, he and I barely spoke. He fell asleep on the futon that night, and I had no choice but to sleep on the bed that I was raped in the previous night. We both got up that following Saturday morning, finished packing, and drove to the airport. Since we were flying in separate airlines, I broke away from him and advanced to the security check point. I went through the metal detector, then just walked to my gate. Half-way to my gate, I receive a text from him apologizing about what transpired and him expressing his desire to continue our friendship. My response to him was honest; "I don't know if you've lost my friendship, but I need my space." He apologized once more, and thanked me for letting him stay with me.

Since the rape, I learned that I got an STI, which only added to my feelings of self-loathing. Fortunately, everything was treated and I'm now fine, but at the damage has been done and I still feel disgusting, and even more undesirable. I don't consider the rape to be a sexual encounter, but because of it I haven't had a sexual encounter since my last one, which took place in July, about a little over a month before the rape. My trust issues with men have gotten worse, and I have noticed that my depression has also taken a turn for the worst in terms of its frequency. But after talking to my therapist, I decided that I would share my story on here with the hope that it would help someone who has gone through such an ordeal, or for others to see that it can happen to anyone.

If there's anything that I would like for you all to take away from my experience is that this can happen to anyone. And men, please be aware of your advances and actions and the impact they have on women, especially if they are unwanted. No ALWAYS means no.

Until next time, stay safe!

If you, or someone you know, has been a victim of any kind of sexual assault or rape, please call RAINN's (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network) hotline at 1.800.656.HOPE (1.800.656.4673).

Friday, September 21, 2012

Women Penetrating Women

Before I begin with this week's blog post, I want to just let all the readers know that next week's post will be a very intimate post for me, and it will be posted on the blog on Saturday. So keep don't fret if you don't see it until the weekend.

Additionally, I have now added a "Donate" button on the blog (on the upper right hand side of the website), for anyone that would like to contribute to the blog. I intend to use the funds for future toys to review. Now onto today's post.


Last month, on my "Sex with Women" post, a reader asked: "How do two women engage in sexual intercourse?" I promised to respond to this question with a blog post, so here it is.

When I read that comment, the first thing that came to mind was the scene in "Chasing Amy" where Alyssa, played by Joey Lauren Adams, explains to Holden, played Ben Affleck, how two women can have sex. Holden's problem came with his lack of understanding how a woman can penetrate another woman, therefore thinking that two women can't REALLY have sex. I think that it's quite possible for some men to believe this, and believe that just because a woman has never been with another man that she's still a virgin. Then the question becomes, what is the definition of a woman losing her virginity? In all sincerity, this could just mean the first time you are penetrated by a partner, whether it be with a male bodied partner and their penis, or a female bodied partner and their fingers/hands.

There's a common misconception that a woman loses her virginity when her hymen breaks. Sorry to burst your bubble, but there are a lot of young girls and women who don't have intact hymens and whom have never had any kind of sexual intercourse. Due to how active young girls and women are, it's quite easy for a girl to tear her hymen, but this doesn't mean that she's not still a virgin. When I lost my virginity (the first time I had a phallus penetrate my vagina) I didn't bleed. I had already broken my hymen a while ago; I think it was when I was younger and horseback riding. But I digress from the original question.

Aside from fingers and hands, women can penetrate other women with their tongues and with a strap-on. Some lesbian couples go to adult toy stores together to purchase toys to penetrate each other with; this practice is quite common. I've had a few conversations with men that don't understand this; why would two lesbians want to have sex with a strap-on? Why don't they just have sex with someone that has the real thing? Well, this is quite simple; because women don't "love" penis, or any other form of phallus. What they love is the person it's attached to; and this goes for pretty much all women, not just lesbians. The act of penetration, whether it be from a dildo or the real thing, is what's intimate, not the actual phallus itself.

Furthermore, to love someone is a form of penetration, and for some women, this is the important type of penetration. If I am with a woman and we love each other, and we're having sex but are not physically penetrating each other, that doesn't mean that when we're performing other forms of love-making we're still not penetrating each other in some way. Hopefully this has been insightful.

Until next time, stay excited!

***If you have a story you would like to share please email me. If you would like to make a donation, please do so by using the secure PayPal "DONATE" button on the top right of the website. Also, if you have any suggestions for future adult toy reviews, topics, or questions please feel free to post them in the comments section or email me at DilDosNDilDonts@gmail.com***