What did The Blonde think?

Lelo Luna Beads are an ingenious idea designed to make kegels easy and fun. The kit comes with two sets of weighted balls which provide gentle vibration when the pelvic floor (PC) muscles are flexed.

While the directions say to simply wear Luna Beads for half an hour a day, I decided to step things up a notch and actually do a half hour of kegels while wearing them! I must say my PC muscles were a bit fatigued by the end… of course, who actually has to worry about their pelvic muscles being in good enough shape to withstand a 30 minute orgasm?! Certainly not me (I’ve heard pigs have 30 minute orgasms. Don’t know if it’s true or not, but if it is, I’m jealous. That would be well worth exercising for!)

However, during my thirty minute kegel marathon, I hardly felt the Luna Beads’ vibrations. I decided to wear them to work, where we have two flights of stairs. Still not much excitement, so I brought them to the local university campus, and jogged up their stairs. After 4 flights, I almost started to feel tingly. So the next day, not being one to give up, I went to the gym.

Luna Beads on a stairmaster is actually pretty nice. Even better was the elliptical trainer (at slightly over 3mph). But still, while they made the gym a lot more entertaining than usual, I was bound and determined to find a way to climax with these things (whether they’re designed for it or not!). You’ve heard the classic “lean against the washer on spin cycle” line? Well, I tried sitting on both the washer and dryer. Still no O. I tried sitting on an idling ATV and snowmobile… still needed clitoral stimulation to get off. But then I found the magic combo:

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What The Blonde had to say…

What a wonderful multi-tasker the bnaughty bullet vibe is: A discreet, quiet, waterproof bullet that can be used any place for a good time.

The bullet has four separate vibration speeds ranging from a low-key, slightly off-center rumble to a full-fledged frenzy. I enjoyed using the lower settings for clitoral stimulation, while the higher end vibration levels were were great for vaginal insertion, perineum, anal and scrotal stimulation.

The bnaughty really is as waterproof as it advertises! Better yet, I tested it in water temperatures up to 108ºF, and it still worked (although battery life is significantly shortened at that temperature). It’s the perfect accessory for your next hot tub party, just bring some extra batteries.

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I think I will always remember the first time someone grabbed my throat while we were in bed. I don’t remember too terribly much else about that night. I was a teenager. I was probably drunk. I was madly infatuated with the man I was in bed with. At one point, I reached up to touch his face. He grabbed my hand, and then pinned both my wrists down on the pillow…

…and my heart skipped a beat. My whole nervous system suddenly charged, like a live wire. Did you ask me if I liked that? I don’t remember. But if you asked, surely I said yes.

My legs locked around your hips. Your hands locked around my wrists. I was lost, completely. And then you released one of my hands, but before I knew whether to reach out to you, or keep still, your hand was at my throat.

If my nerves were a live wire already, that was a lightning strike.

Suddenly nothing existed but the flesh beneath your hand and beneath your hips. The universe, reduced to a few square inches of my skin. A zen master could not attain such obliteration of self. I was not lost. I was found.

I thought I would come like that. The heel of your hand weighing heavy against my collarbone. Your fingers reaching around my neck. The web of your thumb pressing against my throat. My breathing in gasps out of excitement as much as need. But then your hand moved again.

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I divided my attention between watching a movie and looking at the lovely, skinny boy lying on the floor next to me, with his arms behind his head, so his shirt pulled up just enough to expose about three inches of skin, and the shadows of his hipbones at the waistband of his blue jeans.

I love bones. Bones on boys who have enough muscle to almost hide them to the eye, but not to the touch. Collarbones, shoulder blades and shoulder sockets, ribs, and oh my lord, hip bones. I’ve felt all those bones now, except his hips. I suppose, in the normal course of “getting to know you” the hips would logically come last, above the waist generally coming before below the waist, and all.

And so.

So.

What fantastic bones.

Collarbones. I can press my palms against his chest, and curve my fingertips over his collarbone, and hang on a little. I can press my fingertips into his upper arms, and run my thumbs along their underside, pressing in just a little against the muscles. I met the collarbones first. And they’re the best collarbones I’ve met in many, many years.

Then there are the shoulder blades. Not sharp at all. Shoulder blades should be hidden under enough muscle that you need to try to feel them, until they move just right. Shifting and disappearing beneath your hands as the muscles flex, but always right there when you dig your fingers in along their edges. The upper edge of the shoulder blades, like the mirror-image of the collarbones, should be right there to flex your fingertips over and hold onto. And they were perfect shoulder blades.

Clutching the shoulders suddenly, and the barest edge of his shoulder socket pressed into my fingertip.

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What Miss Mia had to say …

The Hitachi Magic Wand is not the vibe to grab when you’re in a candleight-and-wine sort of mood. This is the machine you’ll want when you want a screaming quickie in the morning before you leave for work. Or maybe if you come home on your lunchbreak. Or if you wake up in the middle of the night after a particularly naughty dream.

It’s also a perfect vibe for the gal with a roommate. Not because it’s quiet, or particularly inconspicuous, but because you can get off in the time it takes your roomie to walk into the kitchen and make a cup of tea. Actually, in the time it takes to boil water, you could probably have three, or four, or five … and give yourself a shoulder massage afterward.

There is nothing soft, sweet or polite about the Magic Wand. It’s clunky-looking, loud, and so insanely intense you’ll probably want to use some padding in between the vibrating head and your clit. But after you’ve gotten off so many times your legs are cramping up and your abs are sore, you can also use your Hitachi to loosen up your hamstrings. “Magic” indeed!

… and another perspective, from The Blonde

Yeah! The Hitachi Magic Wand! For all those out there who have the “Fuck Foreplay” mentality, this is the toy for you. Cum hard, cum now, cum often.

The wand itself is rather large (about a foot long), corded, slightly unwieldly (the boyfriend joked it was a two-hander), and loud. But the simple joy of climaxing again and again with little or no time or effort makes it well worth it.
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