I thought long and hard about Rebel’s prompt this week
Write an ode to your favorite sex toy…
but it felt like an impossible task. After all, how does one even begin to go about choosing a favourite? It feels a bit like asking me what is my favourite sex position, or my favourite room to have sex in, or favourite drink or favourite food. All the answers start with the same sentence; Well, that depends… because they are all dependent on mood, circumstance, opportunity and a myriad of other variables can have an effect on what I desire at any given moment.
I love my glass dildos, how could I possible pick just one as my favourite, they all have their moments after all. When it comes to vibrators the list of candidates is much shorter, it is either the Revel Body Sol or the Doxy but picking one over the other is just not possible as they are both very different. Or what about kink toys? There are floggers and whips, steel bars and canes, crops and paddles, vampire gloves, misery sticks, rope, chain and delicious cold sharp knives. I could so easily pick knives, they are a big kink for me, but my favourite? No, because it is part of a bigger picture. Just a knife, out of context of anything else, without him, without rope or being held down by my hair, or the growling promises whispered into me ear as he slides the knife down my neck, is just a knife.
As I pondered this conundrum I started to realise that all these things I love have one thing in common and that thing is me. I am my favourite sex toy. All the actual sex toys are useless without me, they are just inanimate objects, sitting in a draw or laying in a bag. Without him to wield them or me to use them on, they are useless. What happens in the dark recess of my imagination is far more likely to get me off than any sex toy when it comes to masturbation and when it comes to partnered sex the connection with that person, the physical intimacy and the sharing of bodies is key to our pleasure. I am not making light of sex toys, not in the slightest actually. I love them, they play a regular and active role in our sex life and I am very happy that we have them but at the end of the day it is our bodies and maybe most importantly of all our brains that are the ultimate, pleasure-giving, sex toy ever.
When I finished this piece and asked @domsigns to proof read it for me he told he had written something for this prompt too and asked me if I wanted to see it. What he sent me made me laugh, blush and yet again confirm to me that he somehow lives inside my head
An ode to greatest sex toy ever created by @domsigns
You may have noticed that I am not a fan of male sex toys. I have never seen a sex toy for men and thought “Now that is the thing for my cock!” I am also not a fan of anal play (not anal play with others but anal play for myself) so prostate toys and pegging likewise don’t make Bob Jr spring to life. This is not to say that I care if anyone else enjoys these things they just have never worked for me. We won a masturbation sleeve once and gave it a good solid try, but to be honest it resulted in much laughter and in the end was abandoned.
But there is one sex toy that I have found I enjoy; One which never fails to excite me and take me to the heights of ecstasy every time. Arousing, pleasing, always available and utterly flexible to my needs. That toy is sitting right beside me now writing her own words.
I would suggest to everyone that they rush out and purchased one immediately, but sadly they are only made to order, not to mention I had to travel a great distance to obtain mine.
So unless cloning makes some great strides, I am afraid you will merely have to watch as I take my pleasure in the greatest sex toy ever created; Molly