I love blogger for my personal stuff, been using it since I was a wee angst-ridden teen.
However, I've more and more gotten the impression that, especially as a "sexish blogger" with a commercial site to attached to my name, I've gotta step up the game. Gentle and not-so-gentle suggestions from fellow friends on twitter have enticed me to move this strange little writing foray on over to wordpress.
Thus, I am now on wordpress, with a shiny new dot com pointed to my name!
You can now find me at:
http://www.thattoychick.com
and
http://www.underbedtoys.com
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
I'm on a silicone kick...
So I discovered an AWESOME silicone company that manufactures here in the US.
Thankfully, I rooted them out *after* I left youknowwhere, so they will be deprived of the bitchin' toys this company puts out. Would it be vindictive to make exclusion of the aforementioned a qualification of becoming this company's liaison to the industry? Hmmm. Have to think on that.
ANYhoo - think f-l-e-s-h-l-i-g-h-t, but in silicone. Think of a pure silicone double dildo. Think of amazing penisy shapes made in dual density. Mmm. I know I do.
-TTC
Thankfully, I rooted them out *after* I left youknowwhere, so they will be deprived of the bitchin' toys this company puts out. Would it be vindictive to make exclusion of the aforementioned a qualification of becoming this company's liaison to the industry? Hmmm. Have to think on that.
ANYhoo - think f-l-e-s-h-l-i-g-h-t, but in silicone. Think of a pure silicone double dildo. Think of amazing penisy shapes made in dual density. Mmm. I know I do.
-TTC
Friday, October 24, 2008
Against the Grain - An original and (woefully unedited) erotica piece.
God help her, she loved it.
Loved it. She laughed with a false, hollow sound when "the girls" would talk about how they used it, wielded it against their hapless partners to get this bauble or that favor, suffered through it to keep their men placid.
They talked about fantasizing about the openly handsome men, the adonises and models that flaunted their looks like expensive clothes, about having hot sex on their terms and making them into glorified pool boys. Receiving oral sex without ever having to give it; heaven, the perfect sex, they called it. She shuddered at the thought of such an incomplete and skewed affair.
She imagined something else entirely, seeking out the quiet, dark men, the ones that would simply accept the act as if it were ordained, no huge grins or stupid jokes about the anonymous affair. The one that would look at her placidly, with just a hint of approval, drifting his eyes downward as she gently slid to her knees.
The feel of his nails gently trailing her scalp, the feel of his fingers twining lightly, but firmly in her hair; these took up too much room for any idiotic pool boy fantasies to encroach her mind's eye. The downslide of a zipper, the revelation of the hot bulge, it drove her out of her mind with desire, she wanted to press her lips, her cheek against the hot, pulsing secret in front of her. She was nearly never patient, busying herself pulling aside undergarments to unfold the thickening manhood and release the musky scent that brought her to the point of no return. The same scent that demanded she do what she desperately wanted to. The plush, plump head that bobbed against her lips - she loved to give a halfhearted refusal, tightening her lips without any real conviction in the act; if she was lucky he would tap it against her mouth and face, and, even better, tighten his grip ever so slightly and push into her mouth. If he did, he would be rewarded with a deep and throaty moan that was brimming with gratitude.
The engorged head, the salted plum, filled her mouth and pinned her tongue against her bottom teeth, teeth she kept covered even at the risk of scraping her mouth, she wanted him to feel nothing but moist, tight, wet pleasure. She loved the way the shaft settled heavy like a fallen tree in the cradle of her tongue, curled to touch every inch of it she could at once. She opened her throat, sliding it back and back, fighting the urge to gag, until the tip of her nose nestled against his abdomen. She only hovered there a few moments - only the vulgar and unskilled relied solely on the most obvious of techniques, after all.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, sliding her grip one way while her wet mouth moved in the other, up and down over and over, her own pleasure blooming as she felt him grow harder and harder between her lips, heated marble. She felt herself salivate, drool over the unbearably sexy cock fucking her mouth slowly and surely, her entire focus narrowed to that tangy piston dragging back and forth on her tongue.
The steady increase in frequency and volume of his breathing served as a mantra, narrowing her focus even farther, her world finding purpose only in the impending orgasm hovering between her lips. Increasing speed and stretching her fingers and jaw to ensure all the contact physically possible, she closed her eyes to concentrate fully - licking, stroking and sucking in a frenzy of wanton desire that strained and begged for his orgasm.
And finally, her hand resting lightly on his thigh as she knelt before him worshipfully, she felt his muscles cord and his cock give a hard solid pulse, just before a hot jet of semen filled her mouth. Her eyes rolled back with the earth-shattering level of arousal his climax had begun to thrust her into, and she slid back, jerking the shaft as it spurted the rest of his load across her upturned face, her eyes closed, mouth opened and tongue outstretched.
She licked his cock clean with slow, blissful laps as her own orgasm hummed between her damp thighs. She slid her free hand down to touch herself, her climax bursting with his prick in her mouth, as his hot cum slithered a tickling trail off her cheeks.
Fuck the pool boy, she thought, dragging two fingers through the stain on her cheek and sucking it off the tips.
Loved it. She laughed with a false, hollow sound when "the girls" would talk about how they used it, wielded it against their hapless partners to get this bauble or that favor, suffered through it to keep their men placid.
They talked about fantasizing about the openly handsome men, the adonises and models that flaunted their looks like expensive clothes, about having hot sex on their terms and making them into glorified pool boys. Receiving oral sex without ever having to give it; heaven, the perfect sex, they called it. She shuddered at the thought of such an incomplete and skewed affair.
She imagined something else entirely, seeking out the quiet, dark men, the ones that would simply accept the act as if it were ordained, no huge grins or stupid jokes about the anonymous affair. The one that would look at her placidly, with just a hint of approval, drifting his eyes downward as she gently slid to her knees.
The feel of his nails gently trailing her scalp, the feel of his fingers twining lightly, but firmly in her hair; these took up too much room for any idiotic pool boy fantasies to encroach her mind's eye. The downslide of a zipper, the revelation of the hot bulge, it drove her out of her mind with desire, she wanted to press her lips, her cheek against the hot, pulsing secret in front of her. She was nearly never patient, busying herself pulling aside undergarments to unfold the thickening manhood and release the musky scent that brought her to the point of no return. The same scent that demanded she do what she desperately wanted to. The plush, plump head that bobbed against her lips - she loved to give a halfhearted refusal, tightening her lips without any real conviction in the act; if she was lucky he would tap it against her mouth and face, and, even better, tighten his grip ever so slightly and push into her mouth. If he did, he would be rewarded with a deep and throaty moan that was brimming with gratitude.
The engorged head, the salted plum, filled her mouth and pinned her tongue against her bottom teeth, teeth she kept covered even at the risk of scraping her mouth, she wanted him to feel nothing but moist, tight, wet pleasure. She loved the way the shaft settled heavy like a fallen tree in the cradle of her tongue, curled to touch every inch of it she could at once. She opened her throat, sliding it back and back, fighting the urge to gag, until the tip of her nose nestled against his abdomen. She only hovered there a few moments - only the vulgar and unskilled relied solely on the most obvious of techniques, after all.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, sliding her grip one way while her wet mouth moved in the other, up and down over and over, her own pleasure blooming as she felt him grow harder and harder between her lips, heated marble. She felt herself salivate, drool over the unbearably sexy cock fucking her mouth slowly and surely, her entire focus narrowed to that tangy piston dragging back and forth on her tongue.
The steady increase in frequency and volume of his breathing served as a mantra, narrowing her focus even farther, her world finding purpose only in the impending orgasm hovering between her lips. Increasing speed and stretching her fingers and jaw to ensure all the contact physically possible, she closed her eyes to concentrate fully - licking, stroking and sucking in a frenzy of wanton desire that strained and begged for his orgasm.
And finally, her hand resting lightly on his thigh as she knelt before him worshipfully, she felt his muscles cord and his cock give a hard solid pulse, just before a hot jet of semen filled her mouth. Her eyes rolled back with the earth-shattering level of arousal his climax had begun to thrust her into, and she slid back, jerking the shaft as it spurted the rest of his load across her upturned face, her eyes closed, mouth opened and tongue outstretched.
She licked his cock clean with slow, blissful laps as her own orgasm hummed between her damp thighs. She slid her free hand down to touch herself, her climax bursting with his prick in her mouth, as his hot cum slithered a tickling trail off her cheeks.
Fuck the pool boy, she thought, dragging two fingers through the stain on her cheek and sucking it off the tips.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tagged like a blouse on clearance...
I get to throw my hat in the ring for the latest viral survey making the rounds, courtesy of the gorgeous Butterfly Temptress. :)
The Rules-
* Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog..
* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1.) I am a practicing pagan, mostly given to the solitary end of things. Have a real altar, ceremonial dress for Sabbats, the whole nine. I'm really relaxed about it, though, no crazy drama. Not a fan of drama, especially of the religious variety.
2.) I have two cats, Pekoe and Darjeeling, both named after tea. Darjie is a polydactyl/hemingway cat with an extra half a paw on both front feet. He's clumsy, but I love the hell out of him.
3.) I actually only got into the industry about a year and a half ago, but had previously been swiping Adam & Eve catalogs out of my parent's mail for as long as I could remember. I was a porn klepto - stole dad's hustlers and mom's "Joy of Sex" before I hit 13. Guess I was destined to be here :)
4.) My hair is past my waist.
5.) I am a recovering severe trichotillomaniac. It sucked, and I'm glad it's stopped for the time being.
6.) I'm a fairly accomplished singer, having been in show choirs, concert choirs, a capella groups, and been in both madrigal events and in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade - twice.
7.) I was born on 9/16 at 6:19.
As far as the tagging-back thing, I'm going to have to edit this later, because I have to check my meager friends list to see who hasn't gotten it yet.
Thanks BFT :)
-TTC
The Rules-
* Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog..
* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1.) I am a practicing pagan, mostly given to the solitary end of things. Have a real altar, ceremonial dress for Sabbats, the whole nine. I'm really relaxed about it, though, no crazy drama. Not a fan of drama, especially of the religious variety.
2.) I have two cats, Pekoe and Darjeeling, both named after tea. Darjie is a polydactyl/hemingway cat with an extra half a paw on both front feet. He's clumsy, but I love the hell out of him.
3.) I actually only got into the industry about a year and a half ago, but had previously been swiping Adam & Eve catalogs out of my parent's mail for as long as I could remember. I was a porn klepto - stole dad's hustlers and mom's "Joy of Sex" before I hit 13. Guess I was destined to be here :)
4.) My hair is past my waist.
5.) I am a recovering severe trichotillomaniac. It sucked, and I'm glad it's stopped for the time being.
6.) I'm a fairly accomplished singer, having been in show choirs, concert choirs, a capella groups, and been in both madrigal events and in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade - twice.
7.) I was born on 9/16 at 6:19.
As far as the tagging-back thing, I'm going to have to edit this later, because I have to check my meager friends list to see who hasn't gotten it yet.
Thanks BFT :)
-TTC
Happy HNT! (My Very First)
Being a HNT virgin that was thoughtfully schooled in the concept by the always-marvelous Essin' Em, I'm posting my very first pic, taken with a crappy cameraphone while trying to juggle 800 pound boobs. I'm a triple D, so it's no small feat! My batty buddy decided to hitch a ride in honor of Halloween fast approaching.
A big thank you to all of my new friends on Twitter for helping me get adjusted to this whole industry blogging thing. :)
-TTC
A big thank you to all of my new friends on Twitter for helping me get adjusted to this whole industry blogging thing. :)
-TTC
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
On meeting celebrities...
I never know what to do with myself. I think I come across as one of those annoying people that attaches, leech-like, to anything remotely famous. In reality, I'm just utterly taken with anyone with the ability to inspire others, and have a bad habit of staring to see the intricacies with which they commit said social seductions.
It's like the difference between a timex and a old-school Bavarian cuckoo clock. Both adequately perform the same function, but one is infinitely more interesting. I feel like the same black-on-grey LCD numbers with the blinking colon between, but I feel happiness, not envy or obsessiveness, to be in the presence of a social marvel of carved wood and curiously peek-a-booing milkmaids and musical avians.
I love the group of ladies that I've recently tossed myself into the social circles of. Brilliant, vibrant, and decidedly awe-inspiring, all. I'm due to go to a party peopled robustly with these shimmering gems of sexual wordsmithing shortly, and profess to being nervous for the first time in a long while. I feel like I'm falling back on cliches, staring sightlessly into the deep recesses of my closet and muttering "But what am I going to wear?" And New York! Only a short hour's journey from the safety and comfort of my house, but a large and intimidating metropolis, filled with acronyms denoting places I've likely only passed through on grade school class trips to go see Cats.
And naturally, I worry about making an ass out of myself. Faced with Dan Savage, and in the company of the delightful Jamye Waxman and Tristan Taormino, all I could manage to blurt out was this story. Add in that I had a delerious 102 fever and a heavily liquored cocktail of some sort, and I'm fairly sure I'd managed to convince three important people, simultaneously, that I was an idiot. I also hugged Audacia Ray at a convention because I thought I knew her. She was very gracious, considering a stranger took a fair amount of liberty with her personal space.
Alternately, I'm so pleased to be able to offer something up for the sake of the greater good, like managing to coordinate items for the calendar raffle, or let a blogger know that a new toy is coming out in their favorite shape, or maybe this lubricant might be good for their allergies, etc. It's really neat to be able to share things I learn with people that can use them.
At the end of the day, I am a toychick. Not a sex blogger proper, more of a roadie for the sex blogger society. I like it here, though. It's comfy.
-TTC
It's like the difference between a timex and a old-school Bavarian cuckoo clock. Both adequately perform the same function, but one is infinitely more interesting. I feel like the same black-on-grey LCD numbers with the blinking colon between, but I feel happiness, not envy or obsessiveness, to be in the presence of a social marvel of carved wood and curiously peek-a-booing milkmaids and musical avians.
I love the group of ladies that I've recently tossed myself into the social circles of. Brilliant, vibrant, and decidedly awe-inspiring, all. I'm due to go to a party peopled robustly with these shimmering gems of sexual wordsmithing shortly, and profess to being nervous for the first time in a long while. I feel like I'm falling back on cliches, staring sightlessly into the deep recesses of my closet and muttering "But what am I going to wear?" And New York! Only a short hour's journey from the safety and comfort of my house, but a large and intimidating metropolis, filled with acronyms denoting places I've likely only passed through on grade school class trips to go see Cats.
And naturally, I worry about making an ass out of myself. Faced with Dan Savage, and in the company of the delightful Jamye Waxman and Tristan Taormino, all I could manage to blurt out was this story. Add in that I had a delerious 102 fever and a heavily liquored cocktail of some sort, and I'm fairly sure I'd managed to convince three important people, simultaneously, that I was an idiot. I also hugged Audacia Ray at a convention because I thought I knew her. She was very gracious, considering a stranger took a fair amount of liberty with her personal space.
Alternately, I'm so pleased to be able to offer something up for the sake of the greater good, like managing to coordinate items for the calendar raffle, or let a blogger know that a new toy is coming out in their favorite shape, or maybe this lubricant might be good for their allergies, etc. It's really neat to be able to share things I learn with people that can use them.
At the end of the day, I am a toychick. Not a sex blogger proper, more of a roadie for the sex blogger society. I like it here, though. It's comfy.
-TTC
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Masturbatory Confessions...
Ala AAG's dresser-lovin, thought I'd share a pathetic and mildly amusing story about my own youthful exploits.
My first orgasm ever was crazy awesome mind-blowing intense. I saw these little black spots dancing in front of my eyes and it felt like the world was exploding. I had been reading an erotica novel snuck to me by my friend, belly down on my bed and didn't even realize what was happening (I'd never heard of frottage, natch) until I came.
Of course, I replicated the act as many times as possible after that, but never to the wonderfulness of that first one. It was only years later I realized what had happened - I had let the book drop after I started getting into it, and dropped my head forward into my pillow as I continued.
I was so destined to be twisted and deviant that my VERY FIRST orgasm was courtesy of accidental auto erotic almost-asphyxiation. Curiously, this did not remain a fetish.
:-D
-TTC
My first orgasm ever was crazy awesome mind-blowing intense. I saw these little black spots dancing in front of my eyes and it felt like the world was exploding. I had been reading an erotica novel snuck to me by my friend, belly down on my bed and didn't even realize what was happening (I'd never heard of frottage, natch) until I came.
Of course, I replicated the act as many times as possible after that, but never to the wonderfulness of that first one. It was only years later I realized what had happened - I had let the book drop after I started getting into it, and dropped my head forward into my pillow as I continued.
I was so destined to be twisted and deviant that my VERY FIRST orgasm was courtesy of accidental auto erotic almost-asphyxiation. Curiously, this did not remain a fetish.
:-D
-TTC
Squee!
So...guess who's going to be spreading the gospel of Vixen Creations at AVN?
OMG!! ME!!
I'm so freakin excited. I love the happy crap out of this company, and especially a couple of great gals there for helping wrangle this awesome opportunity with me. I can't wait - my first tradeshow in a non-buyer capacity, getting to show some amazing silicone toys to the world.
And and and...they're sending me swag for the NY Sex Bloggers Calendar launch party raffle! New York, here I come - laden with goodfellas and mr. rights!
-TTC
OMG!! ME!!
I'm so freakin excited. I love the happy crap out of this company, and especially a couple of great gals there for helping wrangle this awesome opportunity with me. I can't wait - my first tradeshow in a non-buyer capacity, getting to show some amazing silicone toys to the world.
And and and...they're sending me swag for the NY Sex Bloggers Calendar launch party raffle! New York, here I come - laden with goodfellas and mr. rights!
-TTC
Monday, October 20, 2008
Regarding silicone dildos..
Okay, so, from what I hear amongst silicone manufacturers, silicone is expensive. Big toys = more money, because of this phenomenon.
It stands to reason that, if you could make a toy less dense or use less silicone in making it, it would save you money, which could then be used to lower the price, thus selling more.
So why have a flared base dildo that is NOT a suction cup? It just seems a bit silly. I'm sitting here poking and prodding at the Please from Sedeux/Sportsheets and it would be so much better if it suctioned to things. It's *almost* there, it just needs a little concave bit in the base and it'd be perfect, in my opinion.
It's neat to see apparently (I'm not a lab, so I'm going by their packaging sayso and the results of my own poking and prodding) real silicone toys coming from larger manufacturers - sportsheets now has a few and topco actually has a pretty impressive medical grade silicone dolphin toy out that I'm also working on today. Part of me is thrilled at silicone being more readily available to the masses, but another part of me is worried that it will affect silicone-only manufacturers like the lovely Vixen Creations negatively - but then again, no mass-produced anything can top that kind of quality, no matter what the material.
-TTC
It stands to reason that, if you could make a toy less dense or use less silicone in making it, it would save you money, which could then be used to lower the price, thus selling more.
So why have a flared base dildo that is NOT a suction cup? It just seems a bit silly. I'm sitting here poking and prodding at the Please from Sedeux/Sportsheets and it would be so much better if it suctioned to things. It's *almost* there, it just needs a little concave bit in the base and it'd be perfect, in my opinion.
It's neat to see apparently (I'm not a lab, so I'm going by their packaging sayso and the results of my own poking and prodding) real silicone toys coming from larger manufacturers - sportsheets now has a few and topco actually has a pretty impressive medical grade silicone dolphin toy out that I'm also working on today. Part of me is thrilled at silicone being more readily available to the masses, but another part of me is worried that it will affect silicone-only manufacturers like the lovely Vixen Creations negatively - but then again, no mass-produced anything can top that kind of quality, no matter what the material.
-TTC
Sunday, October 19, 2008
A pondering...
ButterflyTemptress, a great writer who I love to read and in a manner of speaking, sort-of worked with at my old job, is going through a difficult time in her life. I'll refrain from launching into detail, as I can't rightfully count myself as a friend, or even a technical peer in this stage of my blogging infancy, but I can certainly link to someone else who is both, here.
I'd love to help raise money for her cause, if at all possible, and I'm sort of bandying about the idea of a sex toy gift basket raffle, with maybe something small like a lubricant sample sent to everyone who participates, so everyone gets a little prize no matter what. I don't know what would be a good forum for this sort of thing, eBay comes to mind, naturally, but I'll have to maybe talk about it with some actual sex bloggers I'm fortunate enough to know ;)
It's nice to see that the world has no idea how close-knit the sex community really can be, and how gals and guys rally with big hearts when one of their own is in need.
-TTC
I'd love to help raise money for her cause, if at all possible, and I'm sort of bandying about the idea of a sex toy gift basket raffle, with maybe something small like a lubricant sample sent to everyone who participates, so everyone gets a little prize no matter what. I don't know what would be a good forum for this sort of thing, eBay comes to mind, naturally, but I'll have to maybe talk about it with some actual sex bloggers I'm fortunate enough to know ;)
It's nice to see that the world has no idea how close-knit the sex community really can be, and how gals and guys rally with big hearts when one of their own is in need.
-TTC
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Awk-ward...
So what do you do when a place you used to work and left on less-than-happy terms, which had a commission system, still has money left in it?
There's over $100 bucks in there and I don't see any way of getting it, short of sending an email to the people I never want to see or speak to again. I considered bringing it up when I left, but it was such a mess anyway I didn't want to over-complicate things.
I mean, I could use the commission to buy things on the site, and presumably have less resistance, but the vast majority of things on there I can get for half price or cheaper now that I'm in the same line of work. A very large part of me thinks that the minute I mention it, my balance is suddenly going to be zero and they'll have no idea where the money went, or claim I never earned it, even though I worked my ass off on message boards and everything else.
Myself, I think it's kind of odd to have a commission system in place and tout it as amazing with no payout option installed, no 'use this for items on the site' system installed, and no automatic payouts when the amount reaches a certain number.
-TTC
There's over $100 bucks in there and I don't see any way of getting it, short of sending an email to the people I never want to see or speak to again. I considered bringing it up when I left, but it was such a mess anyway I didn't want to over-complicate things.
I mean, I could use the commission to buy things on the site, and presumably have less resistance, but the vast majority of things on there I can get for half price or cheaper now that I'm in the same line of work. A very large part of me thinks that the minute I mention it, my balance is suddenly going to be zero and they'll have no idea where the money went, or claim I never earned it, even though I worked my ass off on message boards and everything else.
Myself, I think it's kind of odd to have a commission system in place and tout it as amazing with no payout option installed, no 'use this for items on the site' system installed, and no automatic payouts when the amount reaches a certain number.
-TTC
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Support for AAG!
AAG, otherwise known as Always Aroused Girl, otherwise known as awesome, has been unfairly treated, spoken to in an extremely unbusinesslike manner, and deprived of earned pay from my own unsavory and blessedly FORMER employer. This post is support for both her and her cause as she fights for her own money against a man who apparently thinks he can do anything, up to and including cursing at employees.
The following is my personal opinion and experience there.
The "NodNightmares.com" (name changed to protect the not-so-innocent) site may look nice, but if you look into how they're treating their employees, or rather, ex-employees that are leaving in droves, it starts to look less pleasant. The office is full of negative energy between the higher-ups - and I'm refraining from elaborating only at great personal effort - and a money-comes-first policy that rules everything, including employee pay. Pay rates are reduced, commissions aren't paid, and checks go missing whenever they feel like it, usually without even attempting an excuse. I stayed because I had to make a living, and towards the end, I left even at the risk of losing my apartment because I couldn't take the abuse any more.
I would not buy from them, nor would I recommend anyone buying from them, ever. Like a conflict diamond, it's a matter of how much humanity you're willing to sacrifice to get the goods you want. Thankfully, unlike a conflict diamond, there are MANY more sources to get your items from.
While the Underbedtoys.com site is still getting set up, I'm making an offer to support the movement for a better source of sex toys. If you see a toy on "NodNightmares" (email if you need the 'real' name) I'm willing to offer it 20% less than they are, with a free lubricant sample besides. Email me to ensure your toy is available (about 80% are) and I'll let you know how to proceed.
-TTC
The following is my personal opinion and experience there.
The "NodNightmares.com" (name changed to protect the not-so-innocent) site may look nice, but if you look into how they're treating their employees, or rather, ex-employees that are leaving in droves, it starts to look less pleasant. The office is full of negative energy between the higher-ups - and I'm refraining from elaborating only at great personal effort - and a money-comes-first policy that rules everything, including employee pay. Pay rates are reduced, commissions aren't paid, and checks go missing whenever they feel like it, usually without even attempting an excuse. I stayed because I had to make a living, and towards the end, I left even at the risk of losing my apartment because I couldn't take the abuse any more.
I would not buy from them, nor would I recommend anyone buying from them, ever. Like a conflict diamond, it's a matter of how much humanity you're willing to sacrifice to get the goods you want. Thankfully, unlike a conflict diamond, there are MANY more sources to get your items from.
While the Underbedtoys.com site is still getting set up, I'm making an offer to support the movement for a better source of sex toys. If you see a toy on "NodNightmares" (email if you need the 'real' name) I'm willing to offer it 20% less than they are, with a free lubricant sample besides. Email me to ensure your toy is available (about 80% are) and I'll let you know how to proceed.
-TTC
Strange Sex Toys of the Week
In the interests of keeping things rolling along, I'll be posting odd or interesting sex toys as I discover them. Frankly, some of these are just too weird to keep to myself - either in shape, name, or that product of some of my own peers, copy writing.
And so I present
...the Moist Lubricant "Water Cooler" - because nothing says lovin' like that familiar office breaktime 'blurble'...
...the "Double Shocker" - a toy that resembles a giant severed halloween hand bent into a familiar frat boy hand gesture...
...and the "ATM Machine" - a sex toy manifestation that flaunts the "Clerks 2" admonishment to "Never go Ass to Mouth"!
...the Moist Lubricant "Water Cooler" - because nothing says lovin' like that familiar office breaktime 'blurble'...
...the "Double Shocker" - a toy that resembles a giant severed halloween hand bent into a familiar frat boy hand gesture...
...and the "ATM Machine" - a sex toy manifestation that flaunts the "Clerks 2" admonishment to "Never go Ass to Mouth"!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Silicone rocks my socks..
Looking for a good silicone company? Here are the ones that I, personally, think are tres bitchin and worth a looksee.
For Dildos and "removable bullet" style vibrators:
Vixen Creations
Tantus Silicone
Jollies
Happy Valley
Whipspider RubberWorks
Rocks Off
Downunder Toys
For "regular" vibrators:
Fun Factory
Feelztoys
For caps for the hitachi:
Nexus
Downunder Toys
Vixen Creations
-TTC
For Dildos and "removable bullet" style vibrators:
Vixen Creations
Tantus Silicone
Jollies
Happy Valley
Whipspider RubberWorks
Rocks Off
Downunder Toys
For "regular" vibrators:
Fun Factory
Feelztoys
For caps for the hitachi:
Nexus
Downunder Toys
Vixen Creations
-TTC
Like fucking a broken copy machine...grainy, washed up, and never as good as the original.
Like a math test, but now with more copyright infringement!
A Cali Toy is not a Funfactory Layaspot
A Cali Toy is not a Vibrafun Crop
A Cali Toy is not a Spartacus Crop
A Cali Toy is not a Ruff Doggie Styles Crop
A Cali Toy is not a Jollies Dildo
A Cali Toy is not a Nobessence Anal Toy
A Libera--r Toy is not a Set of Leatherbeaten Cuffs
A Libera--r Toy is not a Njoy Dildo
A Cali Toy is not a Funfactory Layaspot
A Cali Toy is not a Vibrafun Crop
A Cali Toy is not a Spartacus Crop
A Cali Toy is not a Ruff Doggie Styles Crop
A Cali Toy is not a Jollies Dildo
A Cali Toy is not a Nobessence Anal Toy
A Libera--r Toy is not a Set of Leatherbeaten Cuffs
A Libera--r Toy is not a Njoy Dildo
An Open Letter...
Dear Sex Toy Industry;
I know you think clear plastic is edgy and cool (I'm lookin' at you here, doc) but please consider that some of us out there don't fancy reaching into a box and being treated to the sensation of grabbing blindly into a dark room full of angry cats, grinding dirty reused styro peanuts into the wounds as we try to extract our damaged limbs, and in the process scattering biohazarded packing material across the office.
Trying to make clear, flexible plastic into a box shape is like trying to convince aforementioned angry cats that a bath is a splendid passtime. It fails on an epic level, the top won't stay closed, and the razor-sharp edges seek out human flesh like starving leeches. How about we just go back to cardboard and ensure repeat customers by cutting back on exsanguinated buyers?
Sincerely;
TTC
I know you think clear plastic is edgy and cool (I'm lookin' at you here, doc) but please consider that some of us out there don't fancy reaching into a box and being treated to the sensation of grabbing blindly into a dark room full of angry cats, grinding dirty reused styro peanuts into the wounds as we try to extract our damaged limbs, and in the process scattering biohazarded packing material across the office.
Trying to make clear, flexible plastic into a box shape is like trying to convince aforementioned angry cats that a bath is a splendid passtime. It fails on an epic level, the top won't stay closed, and the razor-sharp edges seek out human flesh like starving leeches. How about we just go back to cardboard and ensure repeat customers by cutting back on exsanguinated buyers?
Sincerely;
TTC
A different sort of sex blogger..
I fell into the industry.
It wasn't intended, however well prepared the years of swiping mom's A&E catalogs and dad's outdated hustlers made me. It was born more out of desperation for employment and a well-timed craigslist ad, candidly.
Though I question the 'well placed' part of that last sentence. It got me into the business, but man did it suck towards the end. I'm sure, despite my best attempts to move on, stories of my last job will sneak into these conversations like well-placed jabs at distant and swear-I'm-over-them exes.
Anyhoo. I'm in an interesting position scribbling out data on sex toys now, and as such, am afforded a unique angle on the adult toy and novelty industry, which I'm looking forward to sharing in this blog. In the interests of full disclosure, I'm also hoping to work in lots of plugs for my soon-to-be-amazing sex toy website, but rest assured this blog will still be full of interesting, socially relevant, and snicker-inducing industry drama.
Love;
TTC
It wasn't intended, however well prepared the years of swiping mom's A&E catalogs and dad's outdated hustlers made me. It was born more out of desperation for employment and a well-timed craigslist ad, candidly.
Though I question the 'well placed' part of that last sentence. It got me into the business, but man did it suck towards the end. I'm sure, despite my best attempts to move on, stories of my last job will sneak into these conversations like well-placed jabs at distant and swear-I'm-over-them exes.
Anyhoo. I'm in an interesting position scribbling out data on sex toys now, and as such, am afforded a unique angle on the adult toy and novelty industry, which I'm looking forward to sharing in this blog. In the interests of full disclosure, I'm also hoping to work in lots of plugs for my soon-to-be-amazing sex toy website, but rest assured this blog will still be full of interesting, socially relevant, and snicker-inducing industry drama.
Love;
TTC
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