When I saw that LoveHoney were having a sale recently it didn’t take me long at all to decide that I was bound to fall the temptation sooner or later so it might as well happen sooner to avoid unnecessary fretting. Especially when I saw one particular item I had been hankering after for a few years. At a mere ten whole British pounds I could not resist purchasing my very own glass dildo *swoon*
It seems that I have developed in my tastes from buzzy clitoral vibrators into dildos when it comes to relishing my Me Time. They’re brilliant. After getting to grips with The Stranger in my last review piece for Vibrator.com I appear to have built an affection for these substitute cocks. Certainly, I will ALWAYS prefer Mister – the real deal – to anything synthetic, but I have to admit, when alone or being particularly energetic together, they are good toys to play with.
In the past I have been fond of temperature play – ice cubes, melted hot wax and the like – and so the notion of a glass dildo that could be cooled in the fridge or warmed in water sounded brilliant. I’d reported back to Mister that my personal trials with the glass proved successful and the other night he had been rather sneaky and had placed the glass in the fridge without me noticing. Somehow. I’m usually so observant. With that familiar smile on his face he ‘hinted’ at his intentions in the best way he knows by walking naked past my eyeline. The laptop in front of me had closed within a minute and I was following him impulsively and he held my hand leading me into the bedroom. I can take a hint.
Leaning slightly to place my jewellery on the drawers, I found that Mister was up to his Roguish tricks as he deftly thwacked me on my behind. Even when I know it’s coming, I always give a little gasp. Part of the fun. I saw the empty velvety pouch on the duvet and it was my turn to smile, albeit nervously, at him. After all, LadyP isn’t quite one to enjoy being cold. Happily, he warmed me up nicely on his own for a while with his hands, kisses, hugs and licks and I was in that delicious state of immediate bliss when he left me to collect his cold gift. We added a little extra lubrication before testing the waters.
I’ll leave it at ?!”(%&!!!! for you to make up your minds whether or not I was enamoured by the chilled glass when it touched my already highly sensitive skin, but let’s simply say last night we didn’t place it in the fridge before testing it for a second time. I need a little personal testing time with a cold dildo, methinks.
What I have found is that Mister certainly needs a little more practice at using a dildo on me. He didn’t realise that he needed to angle it as he thrusted, as such he uncomfortably hit into my pelvic bone a couple of times before I re-adjusted his path. But as ever, I will always prefer someone else to have hands on experience with my pussy for the fact that I really get off on not knowing how intense they will be on me, how fast, when they will stop, if they will stop before I can’t take it any more. That unknowing is far better than my own masturbating which mostly serves as a mean to an end. As lovely as that end is.
To any readers – have you had experiences with glass? Good or bad? I’d be interested in hearing what you have found.