So Doug declares that I must explain myself in regard to the promotion of the Rabbit Amnesty currently running on my favourite toy shop called LoveHoney To help explain things. I'll show you this ad from German toy manufacturer,Fun Factory.
I think it tells my point on the subject perfectly, because women have done this. Have been ashamed of their sexual needs and resort to object hunting. I remember when I was in high school a friend leaned in and pointed out another girl who I knew to be very smart, a bit shy and kept to herself, "She fucks her brush handle." I was informed. The poor thing, reduced to a sexual act with a brush. And it's not her fault! Women have more needs than a pair of hands can attend to, and something insertable will help. The humiliation of pleasuring oneself with a bush handle is one thing, but having everyone find out is another and this risk of being discovered is terrifying. One only needs to watch the movie American to know this doesn't only happen to girls, but it's girls I'm talking about just now.
Who'd be a teenage girl?! Having to toe that line of slut or saint every day. But how horrible to have tons of questions about your body, want to figure out the answers and are resorting to vegetables for the answers. Some states have age restrictions for purchase of vibrators, which means she's got to ask someone to get one for her - what girl is going to do that? I've decided, when my girls start asking questions, I'll offer them a vibrator. They'll probably squirm in disgust at the very thought, but better that than be known as the brush fucker. Also, better to give the girl a dildo so she can figure her body our for herself, than put her on the pill and throw her to the lion's den.
The thing is, women shouldn't be ashamed to admit they may need help in attending to their sexual needs. You only need to read the Orgasm Army forum, run by LoveHoney, to see women being very enthusiastic about their collections. And women share; with partners, these toys of joy. Oh Joy, indeed.
A problem occurs however when we decide to take the plunge and buy a vibrator or dildo. Online is best, discreet, no one will know what's hidden in the packaging. And I know Augrha (Who has hat tipped me to the Glorious Onion! and it's so on topic!) would be a wonderful sight to behold in her sex shop, but in reality, or in my reality, it's some sweaty looking perv-man who's having thoughts. About me. In the sex shop. So I don't go there. How do you know what you buy will be good? Will it be too big? Too small? smell awful? Be weird? Have you seen some designs - they take a bit of thought to figure out how to use. This is why I like LoveHoney (This is turning out to be an advertisement, I should get discounts!) because they review everything, even what the items smell like. My first dildo was too big, uncomfortable and smelled like burnt rubber - and that smell transfers. It was awful. In this game you will definitely get what you pay for, so paying for quality is my best advice. But that doesn't mean I've not bought things that have turned out to be disappointing. This includes a rabbit vibrator that is pretty useless in my opinion. So how delighted was I to find in my e-mail last week an invitation to get rid of the dustbunny and replace it with the top model for half price! Well very delighted I admit!
We adults must eschew our shame of our sexual needs and address them. This shouldn't mean that our partners feel guilt for not being able to be there at two in the afternoon (Or two in the morning in my case) when the need hits. I think it's common for one partner to have a higher libido than the other anyways, and isn't it better your partner be buzzing with her bunny than with another man? Exactly.