A Different kind of DIY disaster
I have to admit, I'm pretty good with my hands, but it had never really occurred to me to invest in any kind of 'powered tool' until last September...when I found myself at an Ann Summers party.

Somehow, somewhat tipsy, and getting far too into the spirit of things, I ended up getting out my debit card.

Among my purchases of things I might use and/or wear was one particular item that I was talked into.
8" length with 5¼" girth. 3 levels of ripple intensity & 3 speed buzzy ears.
The Rampant Rabbit Wave.

I've always been a sensitive sort of girl (sitting on a bus for more than a sort distance is enough to cause extreme embarrassment and I've lost both vision and consciousness during sex before now)so why the hell I thought I'd ever need a vibrator is beyond me.
And so I sobered up, and it languished in a drawer, nestled amongst my underwear like a true cliché.

Until recently.
Well you've got to try everything once haven't you?

After a considerable amount of fun was had working the thing into position, it was time to turn it on.
I reached down, and pressed a button.

'HOLY MOTHERFUCKING JESUS CHRIST ON A STICK!!!!!!' is probably the sort of thing that went through my mind at that point.

I assure you now that it IS possibly to simultaneously fling yourself upwards out of bed, head butt a wall, throw your back out, pull a muscle in your neck, crack an arm into another wall and knock down a picture, let out an ungodly scream and STILL feel like you've just exploded in an entire world of pleasure.

Those things should warn you not to use them unless you're restrained in a padded room!

Maybe not Quite a total disaster, but I couldn't move any part of my body properly for about a week.

For now, it's back in the drawer.
I'm worried that if I ever use it again it could bring about an Apocalypse.
(Completely Underwhelmed, Fri 4 Apr 2008, 13:10, closed)

Bitch!
*sulks* at your ability to orgasm at the drop of a hat.
( Big-girl's-blouse After 23/8/2008 life will never be the same., Fri 4 Apr 2008, 13:14, )

I bought a rampant rabbit
as a christmas present for a girl I was seeing years ago.

Now she no longer seems to need men at all.
(Bert Monkeysex's Evil Twin is dead, Fri 4 Apr 2008, 13:21, )

WOW!
What a vivid picture you paint...
I've injured my back / neck / pelvic joints over the years too. Like the L'Oreal advert, we're worth it!
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) decunted the apostrophe from its fuck, Fri 4 Apr 2008, 14:42, )

^
I take it you've finished in the kitchen then...?
( Davros' Granddad Church of B3ta (QOTW denomination), Fri 4 Apr 2008, 14:57, )

I bet you lie to your physiotherapist...
..."Honestly, I did it at aikido!" Have a click!
(all my scars face forward doesn't think it should look like that, Fri 4 Apr 2008, 16:58, )

'I've lost both vision and consciousness during sex before now'
yes. yes she has =D
you have no idea how inflated my ego is!


though now i know how most girls feel...
(quibble, Fri 4 Apr 2008, 18:37, )

If a mans best friend is his dog
then a girls best friend is her rabbit.

I do recommend giving one a go, but I warn you of the potential consequences.
(Completely Underwhelmed, Sun 6 Apr 2008, 0:40, )

What?
Are you advocating that I should 'give a dog a go'? She's just a wee Westie FFS!
(Reverend Fister, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 10:56, )