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In days long ago, I used to do vibrator reviews.

That might seem odd, me being a man and all, but I had a perspective: I wrote vibrator reviews from the perspective of a man who used vibrators to make ladies very, very, very, very happy. I wrote as someone who used them not on himself, but to, well, spread the love.

And what I liked and disliked is different, in ways subtle and not subtle, from the likes and dislikes of those women with more direct experience of the vibrator itself. I saw things from a different angle, very literally an also figuratively.

On a directly mechanical level, I can see what I am doing, and I have literal, physical angles available to me that are less available to women using them on themselves. This makes many things possible to me that are difficult for someone pleasing themselves.

And, though I do not experience the feeling of the vibrator directly, as the woman in question does, that can be an advantage. I can draw out and delay climax in a way that, for some partners, was difficult for them to do for themselves.

I could go on. And I will, which is why I am writing this.

I used to write vibrator reviews. I had opinions. I have a favorite! I have probably owned more than twenty vibrators in my life. I own seven currently (there is a reason for that). Different ones are excellent for different things. And they are useful at different times.

At present, there is no "test subject" in my life, so I can't review recent acquisitions. But I have old favorites, and the reviews of them are no longer anywhere that I can access them, so I will write some reviews of those.

I don't know if anyone else is giving voice to this perspective, but I feel like talking about what I know. So expect a word or two on the topic in the coming days.

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Fan Favorites

Water and Air

I am a creature of the sea. The water is my home, I in it, it in me. I am enveloped by it and I drink it in, nourished, filled with life, in happy union. I am a creature of the air. I fly above the blue water, sunlight bright on my skin. Bright dot against the sky. I dance, with you. I see you are a shining fish like me, come up from oceans different, yet much the same. We will each, in our time, seek sea's embrace again, then rise, and fly together, in the warm air.

On The Couch

Kids at a friends. I come home, and there you are, on the couch. Barefoot. Flannel shirt. Jeans. Drop my bag and I'm on you. Buttons fly everywhere. My hands all over. Reach in your pants. No panties! Rubbing your pussy. Faster. Don't cum yet. I push my cock in. Fucking until we can't move.

Buzz

The restaurant was not big, and not crowded. It was noisy. But dimly lit. He had asked for a table near the back, away from the door, and away from major traffic. Or, at least she assumed that he had. She'd seen him speaking to the Maitre'd before they sat, and he seemed very insistent. He sat next to her, which was unusual. He usually sat across the table, but here he was beside her. It began normally, with airy conversation, but he casually took a little box from his jacket pocket as he spoke. He put it on the table, and kept talking. She became curious, but she let him talk, and wondered. After a bit, he pushed the box toward her. She looked inside. It took a few minutes of examination to determine that the odd little object was a vibrator. It was more like a work of art. Only when she managed to switch it on did she understand what it was for. “Why are you giving this to me here?”, she asked. “Well”, he said, “read the card.” She notice