There I was, minding my own (lady-)business, happily masturbating with my Laya Spot, when the cat hopped up on the bed. He rubbed against my leg, purred, made eye contact with me. Held eye contact with me.
That’s it: the moment is killed. I can’t get it off when the cat is in my bed, certainly not while we’re making eye contact.
Unfortunately, domesticated animals are not the only ways Nature conspires against us from enjoying some very special alone time. Ranked from tolerable to worst, here are all the crappy ways to end a masturbation session:
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Ami was disappointed that a press release which seemed to offer her a free cupcake (!) to try was actually offering her a free cupcake-shaped vibrator to test.
I was disappointed in the choice of shape, which is not ergonomic and will look absolutely ridiculous pressed up against one’s ladybusiness. And for $48!
And Sophie was disappointed that none of us realized this Shiri Zinn Cupcake vibe is a gag gift.
All around, a thoroughly disappointing cupcake(-shaped vibrator). [Bloom Enjoy Yourself]
What better way to celebrate ascendency to the throne than with a commemorative vibrator? I like the way you think, The Netherlands. The Dutch Prince Willem-Alexander is to become King Willem-Alexander of the Netherlands tomorrow, when his mother, Queen Beatrix, abdicates the throne. In celebration/mockery of the prince’s boozy reputation — he is referred to as Prince Pils, after Pilsner beer — brewers around Europe are brewing their own speciality-themed lagers. Other vendors are cashing in with orange cakes, chocolates, and even lingerie — orange is the royal color. But my favorite monarchy trinket is an orange mini-vibrator called “Ik Willem,” which translates from Dutch to mean “I, William” or “I want it.” It’s even attached to an orange wristlet, so you don’t lose it while drunk. Why can’t the British monarchy be this fun?! [Facebook: De Sexshop Alkmaar via Raw Story]
It’s Spring Cleaning Week here at The Frisky and we’ve shown you how to clean your makeup brushes, organize your beauty products, edit up your DVR queue, and even fix some cocktails that will make scrubbing your bathtub more bearable. (Do we know our readers or do we know our readers?)
But screw all that. I’m honestly not cleaning up squat unless my mom is coming to visit and then maaaaaybe I’ll put things in stacks and piles and spray scary chemicals all around the bathroom. What I’m more interested in is cleaning the area of my apartment that gets most of its traffic between 10 p.m. and 11 p.m. at night. How do I clean my vibrator? None of my condoms have expired right? (Not that I have lots of unused condoms around … no siree … I use all of them, like, all the time … )
How to spring clean your goodie drawer, or “Spring Cleaning For Sluts!”, after the jump: Keep reading »
University of Alberta vocal coach David Ley accidentally discovered that using sex toys could help ailing singers relax their vocal cords. When looking for vocal massage devices he ended up at the local sex shop. Now he swears by the little purple vibrator for singers, actors or anyone experiencing vocal strain.
“I know it’s a bit different … I know there’s a giggle factor, but it works … It relaxes tension in the larynx … it improves range and projection … What I’m trying to do is to help the person hit that high note or harness their emotional energy,” Ley said. Keep reading »
New vibrators are always a cause for celebration, but these ones have me scratching my head instead of my fun button. Smile Makers has based their four new vibrators our four different dude identities. These anthropomorphic sex toys are (pictured above from left to right) the Fireman, the Millionaire, the Frenchman, and the Tennis Coach. Each one is shaped differently for your pleasure needs … but I can’t understand for the life of me why the Frenchman is shaped like an ice cream scoop. But good call on making me truthfully tell my friends I have a hot date with a millionaire tonight … [Fast Company]
I was lucky enough to sit down with Cindy Gallop in her ah-mazing Black Apartment (seriously, she could charge entry admission, that’s how cool it was) and find out more about her new site MakeLoveNotPorn.tv, which is endeavoring to socialize the final frontier — our sex lives. The site makes it possible for users to share and watch real world sex, messy bloopers and all. Cindy and I chatted about the difference between the real sex world and the porn world, how to initiate conversations about what you want in bed without bruising your partner’s ego, and the importance of owning a vibrator. Check it out! Oh, and if I look nervous, that’s only because there was a taxidermied snake eating a mongoose just out of frame, staring at me the whole time.
A decade ago, my grandmother, then 82, broke her hip. Her recovery involved a month in the hospital while she learned to walk comfortably again, a month that drove my mother, my grandmother’s sole caretaker, to the brink of insanity.
“I can’t go on,” she’d moan. “Calgon, take me away.”
Such was her constant refrain, and this was owing to the fact my grandmother’s behavior while infirm was impossible. Every half-hour my mother fielded a phone call from the hospital: “Bring me my robe! Different hand soap! Scotch tape!” she’d demand.
She’d be angry with a nurse or the limited food selection in the cafeteria, and the constant catering to such needs without nary a please or thank you? It was too much for one woman, my mother, to bear. Keep reading »
“[My] favorite thing was a woman in Italy said to me, ‘Which do you think has done more for women’s equality and emancipation, the vibrator or the dishwasher?’”
– Poor Maggie Gyllenhaal. All her promotion for “Hysteria” — her new film with Hugh Dancy about the invention of the vibrator — is going to force her to talk about vibrators. Again. And again. And again. She must be getting so bored. (And horny.) However, I do love how one commenter on this interview with the New York Times answered, “Neither — the birth control pill and the washing machine.” That’s probably true. [NY Times]
Vibrators as we know them haven’t always existed. Back in the day, women used some crazy (and scary looking) contraptions on their nether regions. Vibrators were originally introduced in the 19th century as a medical tool to treat female hysteria. Doctors would give the women “pelvic massages” until they had orgasms. But they found this course of treatment to be too laborious (oh, poor them), hence the invention of the vibrator. San Francisco’s new Antique Vibrator Museum will feature a special exhibit of antiquated sex devices. Like this “Blood Circulator,” which was popular in the late 1800′s. Operated by a hand crank, the device allegedly cured more than hysteria. It was used to treat pain, deafness, anemia, heart disease, polio, and menstrual cramps. Well, doesn’t that thing look fun … and vaguely like a meat grinder. Click through to see some more of the museums’s craziest collectibles, sure to frighten the crap out of your vagina. [Huffington Post]