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Whatever happened to the simple vibrator?

Okay, what comes to your mind when I say "rabbit"? I'll just guess it's the same thing that comes to my mind- a cute little furry animal with tall pointy ears. Now what if I combined the word "rabbit" with the words "sex toy"?

 I don't know about the rest of you older gals but until yesterday I would have had a blank look on my face.

The things you can learn from your kids. That could have been the title to today's blog. But I figured "vibrator" is more of a grabber!

My son enlightened me. He's a film and video producer and yesterday I got to view a video he produced in which four  professional, attractive young women are discussing the pros and cons (well there weren't any cons in this case) of a new sex toy on the market-Orgasm in a Box for Her. I won't go into details (although I imagine some of you readers might want me to) but lets just say it consisted of a mini device the girls  called a "bullet"...

Let me pause here. This tiny little object really is the size and shape of a bullet. And these four young women said "bullet" like everyone knew what a "bullet" was. Do they? Is it just me who is so naive when it comes to sex toys? But wait. Then one of the women took out this little pink rubber "rabbit" with pointy ears that she jokingly called a finger puppet and she slipsped it on her finger. And the other women all smiled. It seems they all knew about the "rabbit" just as they all knew about the "bullet". Old hat, it turns out. Both have been around for ages. Ages! It appears that what was new here is that this sex toy combined the two and motorized it. The bullet, it seems, can be used alone for clitoral stimulation, or even better, ladies, you can slip the rabbit over the bullet, slide the little motorized attachment up so it can go different speeds... (Well, there you go, I pretty much did describe it). The women in the video all agreed it was a great little sex toy. Really did the trick.

 I have to confess it looked like a nifty little device. (Anyone who's interested can email me and I'll give you the site where you can purchase it- only $18 and the gals also all agreed it was a bargain).

The plain old trusty vibrator is passé, ladies. Get with it. Or maybe you all have and I'm the only woman way behind the times. I even bet this new little sex toy doesn't arrive in your mailbox in a plain brown wrapper so no one will know.

And now a brief postscript. After my son sent me the email with the video attachment I emailed him back to tell him what a great job he'd done and I kept finding myself saying double entendrés like - I'm so excited about this. And - "It's hard to imagine..."

Well, you get the point. Oops, I did it again!

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  1. Nobunny makes me smile and cringe all at once like you do. Smiling at your frankness and cringing at my out of it-ness.....xoxo

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