My Silver Bullet is by far my favorite sex toy. It’s the only sex toy I know of that can be used to virtually make love to yourself, foreplay and all.

First, I turn the setting on low and begin to run the bullet over my body, paying attention to erogenous zones such as the inside of my wrists, the back of my neck, creating the same arousing tingle as having been kissed with gentle butterfly kisses.

The bullet is excellent for nipple play. Once my nipples are completely rigid in anticipation, I brush my nipples with the bullet, letting it send little waves washing through my body.

Even though the Silver Bullet is meant to be used inside, I find it the best clitoral toy I own. At its most rapid speed, it is impossible to resist, yet even at that speed, it’s more gentle than my long vibrators so I can use it to make myself orgasm again and again and again with out becoming sore in that area.

It’s wonderful inside, too, making the walls of my vagina shiver. I place the cord that runs to the controls over my clit. It pulsates along with the bullet. Pressed against the G-spot with fingertips, this toy is an ecstasy not to be missed

The Silver Bullet can be even more exciting when shared with a partner. My partner uses mine to stimulate both my nipples and my clitoris. He thrusts it in and out, pressing it briefly against my G-spot until I writhe and moan. He has given me an erotic spanking with the bullet inside and turned on, stopping just short of allowing me to climax in his lap. Darn it.

Best of all, the bullet can be used for discreet but thrilling public play. I wear it under a full skirt with the control taped just above the knee when my partner and I meet in the coffee bar. While he plays at the controls, I play at hiding what is going on. This adds an edge to my arousal that has sometimes made it difficult for me to walk to the car when he and I decide to leave and take our pleasures to a not-so-public place.

If you haven’t tried the Silver Bullet, I urge you to. It’s the most versatile sex toy I own. If I could keep only one toy for the rest of my life, my Silver Bullet would be it.

Katharine Tyler Brooks

When the lovely folks at vibrator.com asked me to blog for them, I got to thinking. What are toys really for? Those little bits of strange-shaped plastic, buzzing and twirling and twisting in your hand like a curious new species of animal. There’s a jungle of them out there; all the colors of the rainbow and each with a different party trick to show off. It’s enough to take a girl’s breath away.

As I considered the merits of anal beads versus Giant Dongs, I wondered just how we found ourselves playing with all these silicon marvels. How did the boffins at the Sex Lab to come up with such weird new inventions? And why are we so keen to get cozy with them?

Obviously, they get us off. Zero to orgasm in sixty seconds. But what’s wrong with old-fashioned masturbation?

Then it hit me. If you want to do a good job, you need the right tools. And that’s where sex toys come in. They’re tools for a job. And the job is?

Self-love.

The exploration of our own beautiful bodies and minds means so much more than finding the quickest way to come. Toys open up a whole new world of possibilities.

It’s about stretching your imagination as wide as it can go - finding ways to make your body purr with pleasure and getting to know your Inner Sex Bomb. Reaching the unexplored parts of your own personal secret garden.

I’m curious about the new vibes. I feel like an explorer about to start a very exciting adventure in the Land of Sex Toys. Strapped in, booted up and kitted out with the latest equipment.

I’m so looking forward to the research…

Nikki Magennis writes smut for a living. For a peek into her world, visit http://nikkimagennis.blogspot.com

Trust me, the decision to move back home to moms at my age was a well thought out one—at least I thought. Financially it doesn’t get better than this. I hate cooking for myself and my mom likes cooking for herself, so she throws in some extra and voila—I have dinner! Also, laundry is a shared responsibility and since she mistrusts my methods of washing; she prefers to do it all herself—bonus for me! There are some other traits and skills that come from being a mom. For instance she can’t tell me if my perfume smells good or not, but she can smell something burning from ten floors down. Moms also have that perma-callaus that allow them to pick up hot coffee pots without having to search through the mass of doilies for a pot holder. And now one that I had forgotten about until couple nights ago: super freaky hearing! You can ask her a question a hundred times and she won’t hear you (selective hearing). I can play my music quite loud and it doesn’t seem to ruffle her feathers whatsoever. I can also slam doors in the middle of the night and she won’t wake up, but when there is a sound that is out of the ordinary for this household, no matter how faint—she’s on it right away. Example; I am a woman in my sexual prime (have been for years now!). (more…)