I know this may be hard to believe, but I am not a sex maniac. I do not have sex on the brain 24/7. And most importantly, I do not feel the need to sex-ify things that I say, or say things that are ~hot~, to appease others. For example, my tweets so far today: . . .
Hoorah! My Tickle gift card giveaway went swimmingly. The Twitter parties were great — we discussed many awesome things, like how sex toys are different from humans (sex toys can’t knock you up) and what toys would be most useful in the event of a zombie apocalypse (many people mentioned lighting phthalate-laden dongs on fire). I . . .
So, peeps, remember those Twitter parties I held a while back? They were awesome and really fun, so I decided to hold some more! This time, there will be no theme, only no-holds-barred chatter about sex toys and whatever else arises. And this time, prizes will be dispensed throughout the party, and the prizes are . . .
I had such fun with all of you throughout my Woodgasm giveaway! Especially at the bangin’ Twitter parties! Now that the festivities have wound down, I have randomly chosen a winner. That lucky winner is… Amber, who chose the NobEssence Tryst as her prize. I approve of this! Many thanks to SheVibe, who furnished this . . .
Wooden sex toy manufacturer NobEssence makes some of the most beautiful — and expensive — sex toys out there. And while most of their toys retail for upwards of $150, there is a magical place on the internet that has killer prices on NobEssence toys: SheVibe. I’ve long admired SheVibe for their freakish prices and . . .
My mom is having a sex toy party. I knew the moment I read the email that I wanted to go. I poked around the company’s website, relieved to find their store not completely dependent on shitty jelly toys. Then I tweeted. “My mom does not know I review,” I wrote, “so I will have . . .
Yes indeed, I run what the general population would call a “sex blog.” I spend my days drafting posts about sex toys, porn, and more sex toys. I am incredibly open about my sexual rendezvous (although I’ve never wanted to write erotica or anything like it, making me a lot less explicit than some other . . .
I have discovered it: orgasmic utopia. It first happened on October 5th; I wrote, “I have discovered the dual, synchronized orgasm. G-spot and clitoral at the same time. Life will never be the same.” I can’t think of a fancy name for it, and dual is just what it is. Annie Sprinkle calls it a . . .
It’s easy to forget, especially within my sex toy bubble, that there are all kinds of people on Twitter. Look up any Twitter directory, though, and you will find circles of people such as pornstars, hate-mongers, cats, evangelicals, and wedding planners. My recent Twitter contest revealed a whole new group of people to me: people afraid of the . . .