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Review: Lelo Luna Beads Noir (and some tips)

The Luna Beads Noir are a black version of Lelo’s Luna Beads, which are vaginal weights for improving PC muscle strength that is vital for arousal, orgasms, ejaculation, and overall health. They were released by Lelo in response to an increased demand for Kegel balls after Fifty Shades of Grey came out, with the intention of being more for pleasure and foreplay than just for exercise.

The first thing I did when I received my Luna Beads Noir was compare them to my originals, and I discovered that there are a few differences besides just the color.  The Luna Beads Noir come with a black silicone holster and two black ABS plastic beads (rather than 4.) They’re also slightly smaller (the same size as the Luna Beads Mini) and have the same weight (37g each) as the heavier blue beads in the original system. Other than that they have the same design and are used in the same way, for exercise or foreplay.

As far as foreplay goes, the Luna Beads don’t do much for me though. I do enjoy wearing them while we’re out in public and can feel them moving around, but it’s subtle, and they definitely won’t bring me to orgasm or make me feel super aroused on their own.

I prefer to use Luna Beads for exercise, as they’re a perfect way to multitask and knock out PC workouts while running errands or doing my normal workouts. I bought my original Luna Beads earlier this year in hopes that they would help me reach my goal of learning to ejaculate. About 2 months later, I squirted for the first time. Although I think becoming more educated about ejaculation in general was the most important part of my learning to squirt, I think my Kegel exercise routine, which consists mainly of using the Luna Beads, was also a factor. Jake has told me that he can feel a noticeable difference in my vaginal tightness when we have sex on days after I’ve used them, and I can also tell a difference in my strength now as compared to before I began using them.

I’ve tried using my Luna Beads Noir in the same way as my original ones, for exercise, and in most situations I’ve had the same experience. While wearing them out in public or during workouts, I can feel them moving subtly inside me like the originals, and they’re just as quiet. The only time I’ve noticed a difference using them is during fast moving workouts. I’ve worn them to the gym, and while they don’t fall out when I’m doing yoga or weights, they do begin to fall out pretty quickly when I’m on the elliptical or treadmill. I think this is partly due to their heavier weight, since I usually wear the lighter pink ones when doing movement intensive workouts, and partly due to their smaller size, which forces my PC muscles to work harder to keep them in. They don’t fall out instantly though (I could feel them gradually slipping), and I was able to make it to the bathroom before they fell out completely.

So, should you buy the Luna Beads Noir?

Probably not. I like the originals better. You can feel them more, and they come with the full weight system. But if you absolutely must have black kegel balls, go for it. Or If you want to save a few bucks and already have strong vaginal muscles, you could get them since they’re less expensive than the whole system and only include heavier weights.

To care for your Lelo Luna Beads Noir, wash them before and after use with antibacterial soap and warm water. The silicone holster can also be boiled or run through the dishwasher (top shelf, no soap.) For a more thorough cleaning of the beads, place them in a bowl and pour boiling water over them, letting them soak for up to five minutes. Don’t through them in a pot while boiling other toys though, as the very hot sides of the pot can melt the plastic. Since the holster is made of silicone, you should only use a water based lubricant with the Luna Beads. Like all Lelo toys, the Luna Beads Noir come with a satin storage bag, a user manual, a one year warranty, and 10 year quality guarantee.

Get the Luna Beads Noir from SheVibe or directly from Lelo.

Specs

Harness Size: 73 x 31 x 15 mm

Bead Size: Diameter 29 mm

Weights: 2 x 37 grams

 

Since many people find my blog by searching for the term “Lelo Luna Beads” or other related phrases, and I’ve had a lot of questions about using them, here are a few tips for using Luna Beads in general:

Tips for Using Luna Beads

-When inserting the beads, lie down and relax, adding a small amount of water based lubricant to the tip of the beads (don’t use too much though since it will make them harder to hold in) and insert them gently, as you would a tampon, leaving the retrieval cord hanging out for easy removal.

-If you feel the original beads are too big, or you’re buying your first pair and are intimidated by inserting sex toys, try the Luna Beads Mini or Noir.

-If you’re a beginner to using Kegel balls, try wearing them at home first to see how long you can hold them in to avoid them falling out while in public. If you’re wearing them in public, start with the lighter beads, remember they’re in (as in be careful when you go to the restroom, etc.), and bring a plastic bag or container in case you need to take them out.

-If the beads keep falling out quickly, try lighter beads, or even just one bead, and wear them as long as you can each day until your muscles get stronger and you can hold them in longer. You can also try doing other Kegel exercises to help you work up to wearing the beads by clenching and releasing your muscles for a few minutes each day. It’s especially effective to do this using a dildo or something to clench around.

 

1st Time with Adam

Unlike my wet Fascinator Throe review images, which were set up (using water), this image is all real, juicy wetness courtesy of yours truly. Isn’t the splash pattern of my come just lovely? 😉 I don’t want to spoil my upcoming review of the toy by elaborating too much, but I will say that Jake and Adam both had me at the same time, and it was…intense!

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Review: Fascinator Shag Throe

As soon as I squirted for the first time and had to sleep in a towel-covered wet puddle on the bed, I knew I needed a Fascinator Throe. The Throe is a moisture resistant sex blanket, with one soft side, one satin side, and a thin moisture barrier in between. There are numerous Throe color and material options, but I bought a red fluffy Throe simply because it was the only one available at the sex shop where I was working at the time, and I needed one ASAP.

Before I purchased my Throe, I read various reviews that raved how perfectly it works, how it keeps any liquids from seeping through, but that hasn’t quite been the case for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Throe, and it does protect our bed very well, keeping lube, semen, and most of my ejaculate off of our bed, but a little bit of moisture has seeped through it a few times after a particularly squirty session.

Another issue I have with the Throe is its size.  It’s great for my solo sessions, but it doesn’t quite cover our queen size bed, so it slides around and gets crumpled during sex. I think the Throe would be better if it was big enough to cover the whole bed as well as have about a foot draping over all sides, or if there was a separate fitted style Throe option for partner sex. The Throe also takes awhile to dry after use, so be prepared to lay it out somewhere and have another one or some towels ready if you’re planning on a squirting marathon.

Still, the Throe works wonders and is way sexier and more convenient than the alternatives, like layers of towels or crinkly plastic sheets. I almost always use the Throe when I masturbate internally and usually for oral and sex as well. I lay my Throe shag side up because I love the feel of the soft, luxurious faux fur, and it’s more absorbent than the satin side. The Throe can be machine washed and dried on low heat, and it looks like a normal blanket so you won’t get any weird stares at the Laundromat.

Simply put, if you squirt or play with someone who does, you need a Fascinator Throe, and even if you don’t, it’s a handy sex accessory to have around. So far it’s the best product I’ve found for keeping ejaculate, lube, sweat, blood, dirty sex toys, or whatever else off of clean sheets or furniture. I’m making due with one for now, but I definitely want to get another one or two so I can have a fresh one ready at all times.

A Rough Morning

For a few blurred, barely conscious moments, I forget where I am and remember a woman’s thick lips locked between my legs. As I blink past the sleep haze, I feel Jake’s warm body next to mine, and he shifts slightly. I don’t usually wake up horny, but the image of the woman in my dream is fresh and ripe in my mind, and wetness stirs between my legs, as if she was still there, still softly circling my clit with her tongue.

I wonder if Jake would be grumpy if I woke him up for sex, and then realize the thought is ridiculous. Jake is always ready for sex, even half conscious, tired, hung-over, sick, whatever. He’s facing away from me, and I roll over him, searching for his penis as I gently kiss his lips.

As soon as my hand finds him, his body awakens before he does, and he grumbles and grabs for my head, thrusting it downward roughly, eyes still closed. Half hard, I take all of him in, and he groans in approval as I bring his cock to life.

“That’s my good little mouth,” he says as he yanks my head back by a handful of hair, and I nod in an eager reply, eyes locked on his as he plunges through my throat.

I love the way his instincts take over, how he moves with such force though barely awake.  Wet and ready for attention, I wiggle my butt up in the air, hinting for his gentle touch between my legs. Instead, he brings his palm down hard on one cheek and then the other, and with each spank my muscles twitch and then relax, and I can feel my now full lips throbbing in time with my frantic heartbeat.

After my messy and attentive deep throating, Jake rewards me by throwing me onto my back, peeling my legs open with a dirty smile and then covering me with his mouth, teasing. He knows that I want him inside, but he only licks and caresses until I can’t take it anymore.

“Finger me now,” I whimper, thrusting my hips up and down anxiously, “please.”

By the time he reaches in with two fingers, I feel like I am going to explode and even his first light touch almost sends me over the edge. I flush as he moves his fingers faster inside me, and then slaps my pussy with his free hand.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream, my juices running down his fingers and onto the sheets beneath.

He takes a moment to lick them, as if I’m fruit to be devoured and savored, relished. I taste myself on his lips as he kisses me and then pulls me to the edge of the bed, where he stands up, hand on his hardness.

“Do you want to get fucked now?” he asks as he rubs himself over my clit.

“Fuck, yes!”

My legs tremble as his cock fills me, and I can feel my g-spot growing each time he thrusts. My vision blurs, and I feel as if I’m in a kaleidoscope of pleasure, lost in orgasms that seem to grow and multiply uncontrollably, leaving me shaking and breathless. He puts one strong hand around my neck while he thrusts, and holds it just tight enough to make me gasp and then releases, and just when I feel like I am going to faint with ecstasy he turns me over, fucking me hard from behind as he spanks me again.

For awhile I hold myself up with one hand and caress my clit with the other, but eventually my body fatigues and I collapse beneath him, my arms almost unable to function. He flips me again, pulling me up on top of him as he stands, gripping my legs, and I use all of the energy I have left to bounce up and down on top of him.

Time seems to slow and speed up at random, and thoughts give way to only the physical: his fingers on my ass, my hand around his neck, his teeth on my ear, and oh his cock, his cock, his hard fucking cock inside me. I’m not sure if I fall or if he throws me, but soon I’m back on the bed, and he’s holding my legs up crossed in the air, and he slaps my right breast with his free hand.

“Fuck!” I yell, unable to say anything beyond those four simple letters.

He hits my other breast, harder, and my fingers grip into his legs, nails digging into his sweaty skin.

I scream again, making a scene of it, not holding anything back. My pussy tightens and pushes him out, and I rub my hand over myself as I gush all over both of us. He hits his cock against my cunt as I come and come, which makes my fluids to spray in every direction, and I giggle a little as I feel my own warm wetness sprinkle my face.

Drenched in my juices, he fucks me again, and it’s wet and messy and slippery as hell. I moan as he grasps the flesh on my hips, thrusting wildly. He pulls one of my legs up and gets me at just the right angle, and another orgasm floods over me as he grumbles, “where do you want it baby?”

“On my ass,” I demand, and he let’s go, warm cum spewing on my butt and thighs, mixing with mine and trickling between my legs.

“Oh my fucking god,” I gasp.

“I think that was the best sex we’ve ever had,” he says.

“You said that yesterday,” I say, as I laugh and moan in giddy post orgasmic bliss.

 

 

Deborah Sundahl’s Class and Thoughts on Female Ejaculation

Ever since I gushed all over my bed for the first time, I’ve hoped I would get a chance to meet the head cheerleader of my squirting escapades. And no I’m not talking about myself, or even my wonderful boyfriend, or the Seymore Butts porn stars with expert squirting skills that we watched together. I’m talking about Deborah Sundahl, the woman who quietly encouraged my g-spot exploration from behind the pages of her amazing book, Female Ejaculation and the G-Spot.

Lucky for me, Deborah came to Austin last week to teach some classes, and as soon as I found out I bought 2 tickets*. When the day rolled around neither Jake or I knew what to expect, and I admit I was somewhat disappointed that there wasn’t a huge fountain in the front of the class, or women pen in hand ready to take notes on the subject (besides me of course) or  really anything other than what you would expect— a room with folding chairs, 20 or so students (both singles and couples), a Powerpoint presentation, and of course Deborah, a lovely woman in a flowered dress smiling behind glasses as she discussed the often (unnecessarily) taboo topic of female ejaculation.

The presentation itself was basically a condensed version of her book, starting with an overview of the history of ejaculation and then moving into the anatomy of the g-spot. As she explained facts about the female prostate, like that it has a vine like shape and emits ejaculate, the class was mainly silent and not many participated in discussion. But after showing a short video of an up-close shot of a woman’s g-spot and ejaculate trickling out, the discussion began to flow as well, and more people chimed in with their questions and experiences. One woman could ejaculate already but hadn’t experienced a g-spot orgasm, and another may have squirted but thought it could have been pee.  A man sitting next to me wanted to know if ejaculate is different from other vaginal lubrication, and another wondered if having ejaculation as a goal could lead to performance anxiety for women.

As people began to talk more, some of their questions reflected the various reasons why women don’t ejaculate or have g-spot orgasms. For many, it’s a lack of knowledge. Before she started the video, the TV screen was frozen on a close up of the woman’s vagina, and when she asked if anyone could see her g-spot, only 4 people had raised their hands, two of which were Jake and I. After the video action, everyone saw it; it was there the whole time, yet most people couldn’t identify it at first. Deborah also explained that due to its location there’s no way you cannot stimulate the g-spot during penetration, so the issue of women who can’t find or feel their g-spot is usually a problem of awareness (it certainly was for me at first.) For many women, ejaculation often suffers a similar fate, either going unnoticed as extra wetness or negatively noticed as pee or some unknown substance. Once we know about the g-spot, where it’s located, and how it looks and feels when stimulated, we’re one huge step closer to ejaculation and g-spot pleasure.

As far as my own ejaculation journey, the most crucial point I learned from Deborah’s teachings is that “letting go” is the biggest obstacle to female ejaculation. When I say “letting go” I mean fully allowing ourselves to be in the moment, and letting go of fear during sex, the fear of peeing, the fear of laughing, farting, screaming, whatever.  Although I didn’t decide to “let go” and immediately go squirt the night I finished her book (it took some time and exploration), reading her book definitely gave me an encouraging push in the right direction. It happens naturally for some women, but I feel that something was blocking me from ejaculating, and the book, as well as my efforts, my boyfriend, and some sex toys helped to remove.

Although I had already read about most of the topics that Deborah talked about in her class, I still enjoyed the classroom atmosphere, observing how others approached the topic, and meeting and talking to Deborah. Even though I can ejaculate now, I know I’m not done with my exploration of female ejaculation, both with my own experiences with it as well as learning about and hopefully encouraging other women’s. It seems so strange, especially after discovering my own innate ability to ejaculate, that female ejaculation is something that so many people still don’t know about. I only found out about it a few years ago while I was organizing porn when I worked at a sex shop and came across a film titled “Young Squirters 8” or something along those lines.

From talking to many people about sex both at the sex shop as well as in my personal life, I’ve discovered that female ejaculation isn’t something most people talk about openly. And if they do talk about it, I often get the impression that they think it’s something weird, even gross, or at the least something that’s more of a novelty for porn than for all women to experience. I hope to change that. Even if it’s just by telling other people about my own experiences (I’ve told more than I can count already) and by sharing my stories on this blog. I’ve discovered that ejaculating is a beautiful, satisfying, empowering part of my body and my sexuality, and I hope other women who haven’t already will discover that as well. Or at the very least I hope they learn what it is and know that it’s completely natural and acceptable.  So whatever your situation with female ejaculation, I encourage you to think about it, talk about it, and write about it. And hopefully soon female ejaculation won’t be seen as a novelty or as something weird but instead recognized as what it truly is— a natural, amazing, and powerful part of our sexuality.

*I bought tickets to her co-ed lecture class; she also had an all day women only hands on Feminine Flow workshop, which unfortunately I couldn’t attend as I had another event that day.