A few weeks back New World Sex Educator, Jaiya (For more on Jaiya check out this estanoche interview) and I got to talking about (and recording video on) the ways we each had masturbated that very day. Jaiya is way more experimental than I am. I stick with what I know works, because it generally achieves the goal of the moment (which when I masturbate is often orgasm).
Jaiya’s doing a project called 101 days of pleasure, which took off way better then a blog I wrote a couple of months back on making out and masturbating (perhaps it’s because I didn’t update or tell anyone about said blog, or make out with anyone, but alas), and doing video to go with each day of solo play. I heart solo play, heck, I wrote a book about it, but still, I am so boring. My goal in October (since September is crazy busy with writing and moving) is to masturbate more and differently. I feel it’s a good way to celebrate the month of my birth, by re-exploring my body with new tools and toys.
Before I go any further, this is one of those - if you haven’t noticed already - TMI posts, the kind done in the hopes of getting you to think about the SEX TOYS in your life, and not how and why I use my eroscillator all the time (yes, I know, it’s time to switch it up).
The thing is, I get a lot of sex toys. A lot lot. Like more than I know what to do with. I know I can give them to friends but I’m in a phase where if I don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m not ready to talk it up, which makes me want to try everything at least three times. But once I try some of them once or twice, I don’t want the toy anymore.
How do you hand a friend a pre-used vibrator? Is there a way to ever do that? Would you take my dildo if I boiled it beforehand?
Even if I place a condom over the toy before I use it, there’s just something that seems a little off about that. So, most of my toys sit in their boxes, quietly murmuring for me to play with them, and then once they’ve been used, they remain used and alone.
If you want my toys when I’m done with them, for your personal pleasure, I guess you can let me know. I’m not sure how I’ll feel, or what I’ll donate, but I get some high-end goods. Or if you want the toy because I used it, we can talk. But that’ll cost you. (One has to have ones limits). Me, I always go back to the eroscillator. It’s fast, easy and fast and easy. And it feels good, and no you can’t have mine.
Of course, even my boxed sex toys are lucky. They aren’t abused, mistreated or otherwise disfigured. I hadn’t thought much about their well being, until I read about Miss Heather’s home for sick, unwanted and crippled dildonics. Quite the story really. In fact, this is Manhattan, one of the recent rescues:
You should read the article for giggles and the like. And if you haven’t watched the videos yet (yes, that’s one of them below), I think we’re adorable.