From his perspective.
I just want her to come over here and spank me, tell me how bad I’ve been.
My dear noblesse d’epee, a bit overwhelmed by a stranger across the room at an event last weekend. (I could hardly disagree.)
Because I can’t get this toy out of my head, because the last review was lazy, because it’s Friday: here’s a better (I think), closer look. Don’t you agree?
"I think this one is going to make you scream," he said.
He wasn’t entirely incorrect.
We had just returned from vacation, and he was like a kid on Christmas morning, tearing open the packaging on our new G-Spotter wand attachment and reading the enclosed tract on self-love aloud as he kicked off his shoes and turned up the thermostat.
"Self-love is the safest love, Jane, after all."
"I suppose that is strictly true, if less exciting."
He snorted. “I think this was a good buy. I think you’re going to scream.”
I nodded, but my mind wandered. We’ve tried other wand attachments, and I hadn’t been impressed; but, this one was rigid, and simple, and curved just so, and my hopes were high.
When I turned around, he was already down to his briefs and undershirt. “I thought we were taking a shower?”
"This first," he insisted. "Shower later."
He peeled off my jeans, nestled himself between my knees for a good view, handed me the hitachi and the new attachment, and began lazily licking my labia as I slipped the pieces together - a snug, secure fit. Lovely.
Impatient, he stopped licking and reached for a bit of lube; I shrieked at the chill, but slid the attachment through my lips are he licked his, eyes bright. The curve of the toy positioned it perfectly in my hand so that I could aim it directly at my g-spot while also keeping the head of the hitachi on my clit, and the narrow, smooth girth ensured easy adjustment inside me.
He flipped the switch.
I laid back and closed my eyes, settling into the familiar vibrations on an unfamiliar pleasure point. This was a lower intensity, and slower burn that I was used to from the wand, but deeper, and in that depth, magic. The ability to rock the toy back and forth, easing off my tender clit and intensifying reverberations within, was a delightful discovery.
I opened my eyes and caught his, gazing at me from between my thighs, waiting for a scream. As my breath quickened, caught, rushed back again, I didn’t want to gratify him - but in a span of just a few minutes, I was a moaning, thrashing mess, shuddering and giggling at the frankly ludicrous sensitivity my orgasms had left behind.
He wanted to play more, and now, because he had been impatient, he would have to wait.
We purchased this toy at full retail price, and all opinions (and experiences) are my own.
What a read. Go on, it’s a good one.