“You haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
“No, Babygirl, I haven’t.”
“I’ve got something in mind that should help.”
At least I hoped it would. Nothing elaborate – when it comes to sex, I’m not the planner in this relationship. But I had a new toy to try (received in exchanged for an honest review) and I know he’s usually out like a light after an orgasm.
Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy.
That night in bed, I turned on the clitoral and g-spot massager, slightly different from others I’d tried. The vibrations were strong. John Brownstone held it in his hand and jumped.
“Wow, that’s got a kick.”
“Want to feel it on your balls?”
Gawd, I love that he’s game for almost anything. I cycled through a few settings, letting him jump and yelp before trying a new vibration. Yeah, that’s a good sign.
Side by side in the bed, we pressed against each other as I set the massager against my pussy. I’d been thinking about this all day and he’d just spanked my ass until it stung so I was already primed for action. After a few minutes of letting the vibrations pulse against my slit, I slid it into my body.
I twisted and turned it so both my g-spot and clit were feeling the pulses and throbs. I started at low setting and started pushing the button. I squeaked and yelped as the need and desire flew up through my feet and legs. My nails dug into his knee while my heels dug into the bed.
I cried out as my body was overwhelmed by sensation. He pulled my hair, tugging hard. The first orgasm slammed into me and I screamed. The second was on close on its heels. My eyes closed, my mouth opened wide. His stroked my lips then my cheek.
I hit the button to change it again. This was a swirling dervish of vibrations pulsing from one end of the toy to the other. He smacked my cheek just as another climax hit, my pussy clenching down over the toy in response to both. My eyes rolled back in my head. I forgot to breathe.
Each time I changed the vibrations, the next orgasm caught me off guard. These weren’t gushing or juicy. No, instead they were body-convulsing, creamy, squeezing orgasms that forced my body tighter against the humming pulses of the toy, bringing with it more muscle-clenching.
As I cycled through, testing myself against this massager, he explored my body. Pinched nipples. Pulled hair. Smacked cheeks. Anything to add new sensations to my already overwhelmed mind and body.
Finally I came across vibrations that didn’t pull a climax or a scream from me. They felt good, almost soothing, but nothing to make me writhe on the bed. I jiggled the toy against my body and felt desire rise again. I could come but I didn’t want to. Already wiped out, I let myself go still and just enjoy the moment. Skin-to-skin with him while the inside of my body hummed from head to toe.
I switched to a heavier pulse and gave myself one last screaming orgasm. Just as I pulled the toy out of my still-spasming pussy and rolled over to ride out the aftershocks pummeling my body, John Brownstone grabbed me and sank his cock deep.
Did my orgasmic sleep aid work? For me, yes. For John Brownstone? Not so much. Maybe he should have used the massager on his balls the way I did on my pussy. Hmmmm….that gives me a new plan. 😉
About Aphrodite
I almost started this post with OMG-GO-BUY-THIS-NOW! But I thought I’d better let you decide for yourself. The orgasms that the Aphrodite by Lyps gave me were deep and throbbing ones. Bone-rattling orgasms. The kind that make you feel like you’ve just done a hard workout. And all 10 settings are unique, so you can get a different feeling each time you hit the button.
But not every setting caused an orgasm. Was I simply done or had I found my favorites in the beginning and the rest were duds for me? I don’t know, but I know this rabbit massager is my new favorite of the rabbits I’ve tried. The silicone is soft. The vibrations run through the entire toy. Even though there’s no handle to mute the pulses in my hand (which I don’t love), I found that once it was inserted, I could hold it at the very end with a fingertip and avoid that problem.
It’s rechargeable, so no batteries needed. But the instructions say when you clean it, keep the charging end away from water – so watch out for that. It has only one button to cycle through the settings so no changing the intensity up or down. I was okay with that. A few of the settings are a back-and-forth pulse between the g-spot and the clitoral. Those are intense. While the g-spot vibrations felt good, they didn’t bring me to orgasm.
It’s small, flexible, and lightweight. And yes, it’s going in the nightstand drawer by my bed.
Interested?
