Hi Ladies, as you may have guessed my seahorse from Lady by Day arrived safe and sound and I want to tell you all about it. I phoned Jim and asked him if he wanted to come over and play with my new pet and I also asked him, because I wasn’t sure if I could work it on my own, he is always willing to help. There is not too much information available on this product and it does not seem to have received any reviews yet, but I am going to try and enlighten you. This vibe is made of soft jelly and has a straight rotating shaft with external nubs. These nubs sure do their job right. Jim arrived and I decided to test my new seahorse in the element most suitable to it and see if it is really waterproof. I ran the tub, lit some candles and positioned my octopuses so that they were within reach, I went to open a bottle of red wine, while Jim read the instructions and inserted the batteries, testing the vibe on his hand. You have to see it to believe how many batteries I use up. I have begun to order them direct from the wholesaler. It can’t be too good for the environment. I wonder if I can use rechargeable batteries? I shall have to ask Lady by Day. We got into the tub and started to get warmed up and relaxed, had a few sips of wine too. Jim was quite intrigued by my octopuses and we had a little play on each other with those before continuing to the Seahorse Triple Action Vibe. Jim got me positioned on the edge of the tub, in front of him with my legs open and he began to run the vibe over my body and between my legs, just inserting it a little way. The head of the vibe is bulbous and contains synchronized beads. The vibration is really powerful, has a reverse rotation, and various speeds. I soon got warmed up to the fact that I wanted the entire thing inside me, with the seahorse rubbing against my clit. But there is another little surprise, there is a little butt plug attached that can be used simultaneously with the vibe, giving the pleasure of all three stimulations. I lowered myself into the tub and Jim got busy with the vibe, he then handed it to me so that I could carry one while he reached behind me to open my ass cheeks and insert the plug, I got some good attention and had a couple of great climaxes last night. The cutest thing about this toy apart from its functional aspect is that it lights up like a tiny neon sign announcing “orgasms wanted? Step this way please!” I love it ladies, treat yourselves! Toni

This silicone butterfly mini massager is, as many of my toys seem to be, one of my personal favorites, it is so pretty, pale pink and feminine but don’t let that fool you, it is very powerful too. Mine is getting a little bit tatty from overuse and I really should have replaced it before now. I see that the product description at Lady by Day mentions that it is quiet too, I always read the reviews when shopping at Lady by Day and it seems to me that to many of the ladies who purchase these products, quietness is of some importance. I suppose there all types of concerns why they would want silence or quietness (I don’t believe that any vibrating toy is going to be completely silent); such as will my mother hear me, I am doing this while my lazy husband is downstairs with his pals watching the game, or will I wake up the children? I have one really old vibe that I love and it sounds like a weed whacker going hell for leather in the garden. I assure you that if you used that and your husband was downstairs watching the game with the boys, he would be out the door like a flash searching for the poor bastard who has the nerve to use a weed whacker when the game of the season is on. I like the fact that it is noisy. The thought of being “caught in the act” excites me, but I understand that it could make other ladies nervous and perhaps unable to relax. I rate this mini massager, reasonably quiet, especially in comparison to my weed whacker vibe and many of the others I regularly play with. The little wings flutter and the fluttering sensation on the vaginal, anal, clitoral and other sensitive areas feels really nice. It also has two little antennae; they really tickle, but so lightly that it makes for a whole different experience. I just let the little antennae touch my hottest spots very lightly, then escalate matters a little with the vibe and wings and take myself down again using the antennae. Winding myself up and down like that usually makes for massive extended orgasm, the kind that is not normally easily achievable. Sometimes though I have still got to use a larger, more penis like vibe to throw some vaginal stimulation into the mix, but no matter what I end up using, this little butterfly massager, makes a wonderful start to the proceedings. Girl’s best friend? I think so. Later ladies Toni

I must tell you about this item ladies; it is such good fun. I don’t actually know how it managed to escape my attention at Lady by Day for so long. It is called a Pocket Rocket Mini Vibrator. Just that name takes me back quite a few years to my teenage-hood. You must surely remember how the boys used to tease the girls with their juvenile and oh so untactful charm, by punching them on the arms, or pulling their hair and generally being ugly. I had this one guy, Anthony Jordan; he wouldn’t leave me alone, he was always right there wherever I was. My friends teased me saying that he liked me, but I was not so sure, he was usually mean to me and always asking me if I wanted to take a look at his pocket rocket. One day I got so pissed with him, he must have really been on form in getting to me and I snapped. “You want me to look at your pocket rocket, stop talking about it and show me”. Immediately he became uncomfortable because I had called his bluff in front of his friends and they began taunting him “show her your pocket rocket, show her” they went on and on mercilessly trying to goad him into action. He was eventually left with no choice, he had to show me and when he eventually did, I laughed at it so hard that he ran away crying and never bothered me again. Gee poor guy, I hope I scarred him for life. I digress from the point; this pocket rocket is nothing like Anthony Jordan’s! It is a fantastic mini massager that is not designed for insertion it has powerful vibrating metal balls at the tip for stimulation of the clitoris and vaginal surface, and gives such delicious sensation to that sensitive area. I love sitting half up with my legs wide, wide open and just playing the Pocket Rocket over my body and genitals, feeling myself get wetter and wetter by the minute, especially if Jim is watching but not touching, I really enjoy that exhibitionist part of me. This is my multiple orgasm tool and sometimes it gets me so worked up I just can’t follow through with the “look but no touch” act. I have to admit that if I change mid stream, Jim usually makes me beg him to fuck me, but I enjoy that too. Keep Smiling Love Toni

Hello ladies! I am back with part 2 of my story. So I am in the car with Jim on the way to the party, I took off my coat and I dumped it into the back seat and there I was in all my glory, wearing only my tiny outfit from My Erotic Lingerie. I was grateful for the heating in the car. It might have been quite chilly without it. I was sitting (with my safety belt in place of course, with me safety always comes first… well nearly always); my leg cocked up with my booted foot resting against the dashboard and Jim running his hand up and down the inside of my thigh or over my breasts tucking his hand inside my top and touching my nipples every time we stopped for a traffic light. I was getting very horny and beginning to think that maybe his idea was good, that we should go back to my apartment and forget about the party. But we were nearly there so we forged ahead to make our grand entrance. Jim was wearing a pair of paisley winter pajamas a nightcap and carpet slippers, so the contrast in our appearances was bound to make an impact. Upon arrival we entered the party and our hosts asked if they could take our coats, I readily gave up mine, excited to see what kind of reaction I would make. Our hosts were very polite considering, but I could only imagine what they were thinking. Sometimes I love being a shocker and this time I had managed to pull off something big. My boy Jim, after all the touching in the car, couldn’t wait to get me into a clinch, so after the polite introductions were over and shocked expressions had calmed down we found a quiet corner to stand in and nurse our drinks, Jim couldn’t resist sliding his arm round my waist and surreptitiously feeling my ass under my slip. He also slid me round to the front of him and through his pajama pants was rubbing his nearly fully erect cock backwards and forwards against my ass. This was becoming extremely risqué and the music had started so we decided to cool it and dance. People had enjoyed a few drinks and were feeling much friendlier. We started dancing and a few men asked me to dance; you know! Every single one of them seemed to want to get me in a corner and put their hands up the back of my slip, or the front for that matter. I had to wrangle with a few of them. Jim found this incredibly amusing, I was bitching that these damn men should keep their hands to themselves while he was laughing at me and saying, you looked for trouble, you deal with it. I realized how right he was, laughed with him, and had a really good time. When we got home, Jim and I had a really good time too, but perhaps that is a story for another time. Bye for now girls speak to you tomorrow. Toni

Hi to you all, lovely ladies! Toni has found a great place for you to do some sexy shopping: My Erotic Lingerie which is associated with Lady by Day. I have been using this site for a while now and it doesn’t get any better. I don’t know about you girls? But I just love sexy lingerie, not just the role play gear like nurses and maids outfits, but the really good items that you might even be able to sleep in provided they stay on long enough. I know that we ladies like to be comfortable when we go to bed, but just because we want to be comfortable doesn’t mean we can’t also be sexy. Believe me, if you go to bed in a Mickey Mouse sleep-shirt, even if it has the words “fuck me” written across your boobs, your man is only going to see the Mickey Mouse sleep-shirt, he will certainly not get the written message. So be good to yourself; take a look-see at My Erotic Lingerie. They have the most divine items available. I bought this stunning red number that I wear exactly as the model does, with sheer black stockings. I want to let you into a secret; I actually wore this to a party last week. Friends of our decided to have a theme party and they chose pajamas as the theme… booooooooring! No! That is so wrong. There is absolutely nothing boring about these pajamas. I finished off the outfit with a pair of mid-calf length, lace-up can- can boots, a pair of elbow length black satin gloves that I found in a thrift shop and a fur lined black PVC trench coat. The weather is still very chilly and I didn’t want to catch my death of cold. I met Jim downstairs and jumped into the car with him, he wanted to know why I was not wearing pajamas?” I opened up the coat and flashed him, saying, “I’m hot and you’re not” in a silly childish sing-song voice. Jim is pretty bombproof, but one glimpse of that sight floored him. He wanted to go right back to my apartment and forget about the party. I said no way! I am going to this party with or without you, look at the effort I have made to impress everyone. Ok he tells me, but only under one condition, that I take my coat of and sit with one leg stretched up and my booted foot resting on the dashboard. Of course I agreed, I am such an exhibitionist at times, especially when I know I look great and my Jim is feeling excited. I am going to have to continue this story, ladies…I have still so much to tell you and I’ve run out of space and time. Till tomorrow then. Toni

Ladies I thought I would write this feature for those of you who have children and interestingly I have a number of friends who are of the belief that sex mostly stops or certainly becomes surprisingly different after the birth of their children. There is no more screwing on the kitchen table, up against the washing machine, in the tub, not even in bed…nothing! The general consensus among them was the astonishing belief that childus interruptus was one of the main causes of no longer bothering with the sexual act or only indulging on very rare occasions where a project management mentality has to be brought into play to actually get this feat off the ground. Many of them seem to believe that their children have a special sensor that allows them to some how psychically pick up just when their parents are having or have just commenced a sexual act, regardless of how quiet they are trying to be, and consequently, start coughing with the intensity that can only indicate a severe case of whooping cough or worse, causing the poor parents to jump up from their prone (or otherwise) positions and race madly to the child’s bedroom to fearfully claw away the blockage from the poor dear baby’s airway, only to find the baby smiling and gurgling lovingly at them in their panic. This is just one example I have heard many, many more horror stories. Some of my friends are mothers of teenage children and they believe that these semi-grown children still appear to have the same instinct. I was horrified when I heard this and thought there has to be a way to get around what seems an awful reality. I have one friend who states emphatically that every time her and her partner (in this case, her husband) manage to get a moment alone, which inevitably has to be in the bedroom, her teenage son instantly materializes, stomping up the passage calling for her. This always puts the freeze on her and she cannot revert to her previous activity. Another of my friends just yells at them to go away, tells them she is busy and carries on. I suppose to a great extent it depends on your personality type. I think the best course of action is to absolutely point-blank refuse to have any children, ever! But there are some ladies who are already in this unfortunate position and there has to be something one can do about it. Perhaps strangle or deep-fry them? (joke). The thought of having to wait until children leave the nest to revert to normal sexual practice scares the crap out of me, I am fearful that I won’t have the energy for it by then. I have to admit it certainly puts me off having them. What about you, ladies? Do you have any stories you can share with me? I should love to hear how you manage to overcome this seemingly dreadful scenario and if you have any hints or tips for other unfortunate ladies out there who don’t seem able to function sexually in an “After Children” environment. Till next week. Toni