As you all know, I’ve lusted after the Doxy wand massager for a very, very long time. It’s been my holy grail of sex blogging, but neither Doxy nor any of the sex stores I was affiliated with deemed be good (or “popular”) enough of a sex toy reviewer to send me a Doxy free of charge in exchange for a review.
So I sulked for a while (quite a while actually, I’ve wanted this wand massager for years!) and promised myself multiple times that when I made money from my blog, I’d buy a Doxy. Time passed and I never really made money from my blog directly. I got some writing opportunities thanks to my blog, so indirectly I did start earning money, but that didn’t count in my eyes.
In the meantime, Doxy released the Doxy 3, a smaller, and more importantly, quieter version of their original wand. All my fellow sex bloggers (or, at least, it seemed to me all of them) received a free Doxy 3 to review for their blogs and raved about it. I just sulked some more, feeling utterly left out and jealous.
Fast forward to the hell of COVID-19. I don’t really have the privacy in my house to masturbate, let alone with a loud wand massager such as the Doxy 3. However, as the country goes into lockdown, my favourite sex shop, Sh! Womenstore, has to close its doors as well, which means it’s solely reliant on online orders. If ever there was a time to buy the Doxy 3, now is it.
So I made the decision to finally buy myself a Doxy 3. After all, a girl can’t wait around forever for good things to fall in her lap, right? I’m clearly not worthy enough to be gifted a Doxy (either in exchange for a review or else just as a gift from an admirer LOL), so I need to take care of myself. I’m kidding. I didn’t mind buying myself this wand massager. I could use some of the money I made off my short stories and I would support Sh! Womenstore as well. As an added bonus, Sh! offered a 15% off voucher, so the financial cost wouldn’t be too great. And so, a couple of weeks ago, I became the proud owner of a Doxy 3. It arrived beautifully wrapped in tissue paper with Sh!’s signature sticker and it’s that little touch why I love Sh! Womenstore (there are more reasons why I love them, obviously).
Now, you may wonder why, since I’ve decided to give up writing sex toy reviews, I’m writing a review of a toy that wasn’t even given to me in exchange for my hard work. I’m not writing this review to benefit Doxy, although I’m sure they’ll benefit nevertheless (can you tell I’m salty 😛 ?). I’m writing it to benefit Sh! Womenstore, because they’re amazing and they need to survive this stupid pandemic. Which is why all the links in this review go back to their website (and yes, they’re all affiliate links so I will also benefit a little if you decide to buy the Doxy 3 there).
So. What about the Doxy 3, then? Does it live up to the hype? I’m always wary of anything this is hyped, whether it’s books or films or sex toys. I often think the hype takes on a life of its own and people become afraid to offer a dissenting opinion. Often books that were super popular have disappointed me bitterly, to the point that I now actively avoid anything that is hyped up. And yet, the Doxy always intrigued me, because I heard tales of intense power, of women orgasming using it through their clothes and within seconds. That all sounded amazing. I wanted it!
I can tell you that the Doxy 3 did not disappoint. When I first turned it on, I was worried that the vibrations were a bit buzzy rather than rumbly (which I prefer). But when applied to my vulva, these worries disappear. The power in this wand massager is amazing. The first time I tried it, I made myself come in under a minute, which is quite an achievement. I NEVER come that quickly.
Sadly, as we’re in quarantine with the children, I don’t get to use the Doxy 3 as much as I’d like (which would be every day). It’s quite a loud toy. Not as loud as I feared and when I turn it on during the day, I’m quite confident that my kids don’t hear it in the other room, but at night, when the house is quiet, the sound of the Doxy 3 is distracting enough to make me hesitate to use it. I’m sure it won’t wake the kids up, but there’s nothing like constantly worrying about the noise levels of a toy to take you out of the mood.
My husband jokingly refers to the Doxy as a power tool and it definitely has that look and feel to it. It feels very industrial and because it’s plugged in, it really does look like you’re using a power tool on yourself. I love that about it. I know Doxy has come out with rechargeable wands as well (or, at least, they will soon), but I like the convenience of having it plugged in and being able to use it whenever I want without worrying about a dead battery. The cord is quite long and as I hardly ever masturbate anywhere other than my bed the cord doesn’t get in my way.
I guess my only niggle with the Doxy 3 is that you can’t remove the head to clean it (unless I’m missing something). As I generally wash all my toys in the sink with hot water and soap, I was happy I had bought toy cleaner ages ago, otherwise, I wouldn’t have known how to clean it. But that’s really just a very small point. EDIT: it turns out you can, in fact, unscrew the head and wash it. It would have been incredibly helpful if Doxy had included an information leaflet that showed this as not everyone who buys sex toys announces this on Twitter and has a blogger friend who’s willing to send you a video like this:
— Exposing 40 (@Exposing40) April 14, 2020
I’m glad I finally got myself a Doxy. It won’t get me through the lockdown as I won’t get to use it much, but I’m happy I did my small part in supporting an indie sex shop. The price is not exorbitant either and Sh! now offer 15% off their products, so if you’ve been sitting on the fence about buying a sex toy, now’s the time to do it!
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The Insatiable Jane Travers
It’s the roaring twenties.
Naive virgin Jane Travers arrives at her friend’s country home hoping to spend a summer away from her strict aunt and uncle in New York. She’s been promised wild parties and endless excitement, but she soon finds herself in over her head. With the help of the sexy singer Lillian Smith, and her old flame Sidney Fitzroy, Jane starts to explore her sexuality, blossoming from an innocent virgin to an insatiable vixen.
With Sidney and Lillian both satisfying her deepest desires, Jane cannot imagine ever going back to her aunt and uncle’s restrictive household. But without an income of her own, her only escape is marriage. Sidney can offer her a stable life as a married woman, but with Lillian, she’d have a lifetime of excitement.
How can she choose when her heart—and body—belongs to both of them?