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Doxy Die Cast Max: what’s all the Doxy fuss about?
The original Doxy was the first sex toy I ever wrote about on this site, and ever since I tried it I’ve been obsessed. I’m not the only one – since it launched it’s become a staple in the drawers of many sex bloggers, readers, and plenty of my friends as well. I’ve mentioned it so many times that even a horny writer like me started struggling to find new ways I could say ‘this is fucking awesome, I love humping it’. Lucky for me, then, that recently Doxy has had a complete overhaul and relaunched some of their toys – redesigned and improved – providing the perfect opportunity for me to fall in love all over again. Let’s talk about the new Doxy Die Cast Max.
Guest blog: Why have I never had an orgasm with a man?
Today’s guest blog spoke to me. It’s written by the fabulous Muya, who is here for the very first time to ask the question: why have I never had an orgasm with a man? The experiences she describes, and the chase she embarks on, is something that resonates with me deeply – I hope it resonates with some of you lot too.
I’ve been called a lot of things in my time, but never this
There’s one word no one’s ever used to describe me. Well, OK there are probably plenty. No one’s ever described me as ‘svelte’ or ‘pious’, after all. I’ve never heard ‘classy’ except through a thick layer of sarcasm, while I’m in the throes of strawpedo-ing a bottle of Lambrini. But the particular word I’m thinking of is something I have always wanted to be. I’ve longed for it, yearned for it, aspired to become it, and spent my whole life failing. Until recently.
Seven different ways to come in my mouth
Let’s start with the obvious: hard and heavy and thick and copious, deep down the back of my throat. After a few rounds of me teasing you with my lips and tongue and hands and spit and all the bells and whistles. Building you up and up and up in time to the music, then letting you plateau for a while in that moment, on the beat, with movements that are almost-but-not-quite fast or forceful enough to tip you over the edge. Once, twice, then three times before you ask me: “Do you want my cum? Are you ready for my cum?” and I mumble my assent through a mouthful of dick with eyes that flash ‘yes please’, so you let go. Pumping it – like I said – hard and heavy and thick and copious. Right down my throat so I almost gag and choke. But instead of gagging, I make a point of guzzling. One big, hard swallow with an almost cartoonish gulp, amplified so you can hear. Then another one, just in case you didn’t.
The one question you should ask of everyone you date
Are you looking for a long term relationship? Here’s the one question you should ask of everyone you date. It’s going to sound weirdly specific, and has little to do with compatibility or shared interests or personality matching, but bear with me please because I think it’s worth it. The question you should ask of everyone you date is: would you come to Moorfield’s eye hospital with me at five o’clock in the morning?