Let me say right off the bat that I loved the “Level Up” series for a number of reasons. Alexa is very clearly comfortable embracing her inner geek and melding it with playful sexuality in this hot tale. There’s so much to enjoy from a cast of characters with diverse personalities, comedic moments with eye-roll-inducing pop culture references, and no shortage of sexy encounters. And, as a Dungeon Master, I found it very easy to relate to the lead character. That might make me a bit biased, but I assure you it’s not a requirement for enjoying this series. Even if you’re not familiar with references, Alexa does pretty well to keep the reader informed of its source.
The overall experience with this device was rather lovely. It was difficult, at times, to feel like I was getting closer to orgasm, but it does very well to help build up one’s stamina. It’s a good fit if you’re looking for an experience that’s very different from manual masturbation, provides a varied experience, and can help increase your ability to last longer.
When the package first arrived, Mrs. Tod and I had our usual reaction of excitement and nervousness as we looked over the booklet and safety instructions. The sleek, black case it arrives in is still as classy as ever and really holds to the elegant quality of their products. Of all the products we have received so far, this is the first one to come with two magnetic charging diodes, which we found very convenient. And once we turned it on, and learned that it not only has suction but also vibrates at the other teardrop end, my wife let out a little giggle of intrigue.
Reading this story, I was reminded of something else I’d learned from Stephen King’s memoir, “On Writing”. He said, “If you don’t have the time to read, you don’t have the time or the tools to write”. I had always taken this to heart and came to know that being a good writer means knowing what works and what doesn’t by knowing how others created that written magic we all come to love and get lost in. The best stories really do teach you something you didn’t understand before and helps provide a perspective that makes you think and want to write. I’m reminded of this because “Leather God Descending” is a wonderful example of a story you can get lost in, as well as understand something I wasn’t very familiar with before.
I rarely use any type of sex toys. It’s not because I’m ashamed of pleasure and sex, I think it’s because I’ve never found the right one for me. I see all these different types of toys and I’m a bit lost. The ones I’ve tried in the past were always just the same, vibrators that shake so bad, you feel like it’s going to dig a second hole in your vagina.
A couple of weeks ago, I was having some thoughts about expanding my personal experiences with sex toys. As part of my brainstorm for an article that breaks down the stigma of sex toys for men and penis-owners. Since I had an interest in finding out first-hand, I seized the opportunity by trying out the Vibrating Prostate Massager by PALOQUETH. I’ll be honest, I was extremely nervous to try this out and went so far as to ask my wife to be there for my first time. But first, let’s look at the product.
I really must say that the Paloqueth has been sending me some really great things since I began doing reviews of their products. Thus far, I have only reviewed personal masturbators for those who are penis-equipped(yeah, I’m going to be saying this more often now), but this is the first product I’ve gotten to try that is universally enjoyable. Let me start by saying I’ve used silicone cock rings in the past, to great disappointment, but the Vibrating Cock Ring by Paloqueth has managed to change my mind about them.
I feel like I’ve only just gotten started with toy reviews, and just last week, I received an email to review something pretty special. The message came from a team of engineers in Oslo, a division of a larger engineering firm, that asked me to beta-test a new product. I was absolutely intrigued and took a look at their website for more details. Shortly thereafter, I accepted, quite excited. Roughly a week later, I could barely contain my excitement when a package was delivered to my doorstep.
This past week, I finally got a break from learning French after almost 3 months of daily classes. It’s been pretty bad trying to come up with any creative energy when you get burnt out by the afternoon, constantly translating what you hear in your head, then quickly responding with something grammatically appropriate. C’est fatiguant, câlice. So you can imagine how happy I was to find that the beginning of my week off and the delivery of the 2-in-1 Pocket Pussy Stroker Sleeve by PALOQUETH just happened to coincide.
This review began when someone I follow on Twitter shared a tweet by Paloqueth offering free toys in exchange for a review. I had been considering trying to add toy reviews to my site for a while but assumed it would be years before I had a reputation or reach that companies might find viable. So, I saw this as my shot to dip a toe in the water, as it were. I know some of the bigger toy companies out there, and some of the smaller ones, but I hadn’t heard of Paloqueth until that day. Doing some research, I found that their site’s blog goes back only as far as January of 2018, but other records show the company has existed for as long as 2013.
Let me start this off by saying that I don’t like writing bad reviews, and in the same breath, let me say that this is not necessarily a bad review that I’m writing. This is going to be a review in which I found much that I didn’t like or some things that I felt took away from what this could have been. But what I also read is an inspiring story of self-discovery and sexual awakening that can resonate with a reader, if a bit straining to reach. This is actually a really good story, and I enjoyed it a lot, but I’m sure the author is aware, by now, that it’s the execution that really hurt it.
It’s always interesting to me how no two authors I read from ever have similar styles, or approaches, to their erotica. And I mean this in a good way when I talk about the smut writers I admire. Most recently, Roslyn Hetrick, just to name one. There’s a combined moment when you discover how one author chooses to portray the events that tantalize their mind, and the moment you realize you’re fancy is about to be tickled in a way you haven’t enjoyed yet. Some would call this an ‘A-ha’ moment, but I prefer to call it my ‘Oh, damn’ moment.