It’s hard to describe Liberator shapes to people. The word “shape” doesn’t exactly evoke much, so sometimes you have to resort to, “um, it’s like a really awesome pillow.” Which results in the side eye, because who’s going to pay a bunch of money for a pillow? But I’ve owned my original Liberator Wedge for years now, and . . .
The Liberator Décor Fascinator Throe is my third Liberator Throe. That tells you a lot, right there. I now have a Throe for every room I could possibly masturbate in, and for every sensation I could ever want to feel under my ass. Microfiber, shag, and now velvish — I’ve felt and squirted on them all. . . .
Click to embiggen. Yes, my friends! The time has come! No longer will you have to slave away on the internets trying to figure out WTF that-one-toy-in-Epiphora’s-header is. No longer will you have to sheepishly email/tweet me and awkwardly try to describe the location of the toy you need identified. I took the picture that . . .
The Liberator Ramp and Wedge are somewhat legendary in the sex blogging community — and should be legendary in the entire world — for making sex and positioning infinitely better. I am definitely of that camp, and have been for the years since my boyfriend and I scrounged up enough money to buy the combo. . . .
[Psst, I’ve also reviewed the Décor Fascinator Throe.] A while back, after I learned to squirt, I pleaded for someone, anyone, to buy me a Liberator Fascinator Throe. My juices were soaking through the towels I put down, through the comforter, onto the bed sheets. I was frantic, wanting to explore the world of squirting but . . .
We set up the Liberator Ramp and Wedge on the bed, then draped the Throe over it. It was a luxurious black mess, a satin throne for me to sprawl upon. I spread my legs and lay back, into the comfortable and firm foam. After a bit of oral — sweetening me up with watermelon-flavored . . .
It’s been snowing like mad out here, and my Christmas festivities have been delayed for a few days. Today was going to be just another day… until I checked my inbox and saw the best surprise ever: someone bought me the Fascinator Throe off my gift registry. I was amazed. I posted my plea just . . .
Last night, I squirted for the third time in my life. It was ridiculously easy to get there, knowing exactly how fast I have to thrust with the Ella. I soaked the towel and comforter yet again. I yelled out in pleasure yet again. And I felt incredibly accomplished yet again. There is something very . . .