I love reviewing products, especially with great sex toy companies like Adult Sex Toys. This time around, though, I had a bit of a problem. It wasn’t that the toy I got sucked. Well, at least, I don’t think it sucked. It might suck.

Let me explain.

I’ve always wanted a big cock. Like, something that could really, really fill me to the extreme. Sometime that would hurt so good. So, I requested the Black Label Cyberskin Gonzo Cock, a realistic-feeling dildo that promised to do just that. I just underestimated the size. It’s hard to order items online!

About the Product:

Let me start off by telling you a little about the product. The Gonzo Cock is 12 inches long and about 2.5 inches in diameter. The material, cyberskin, has a very strange feeling – it’s realistic, in a spongy kind of way that’s hard to explain, but if you ever get to an adult store, look for a package that includes an exterior cyberskin sample, like this one – you can feel it for yourself. The Gonzo Cock has a suck base, which makes it a more versatile toy, and it retails for just over $50, which is a good price for something so large and realistic.

Pros:

The material is cool. Really, really cool. I’ve been wanting a cyberskin toy for a long time, and now that I’ve had it in my hands, I totally get why people enjoy it so much.

Cons:

Wondering why the “pro” part of this review is so short? Because it was so big, I was physically unable to properly review it! I know that I don’t have a super tight pussy, but I’m also not huge…and this just didn’t fit. More importantly, though, the way my pelvic bones are laid out in my body means that no amount of warming up and stretching and so forth will help – it’s just not going to fit without being really painful. I tried a bunch of different positions, but it just didn’t fit

It looks like a great dildo...

...until something else is in the picture and you understand the scale of this monster!

This is a case of my eyes being bigger than my stomach pussy I guess!

The cyberskin is really cool…but be warned that is it kinda like jelly on crack. It does not contain phthalates like jelly toys do (yay!), but it’s kind of like a sticky sponge if you look at it under a microscope. That means that you can never get it 100% clean again, so you should only share it if you’re fluid bonded with the other person. It also means that it collects dust, hair, and all other kinds of yuck really easy, so keep the packaging for storage to avoid this kind of problem. You have to use water-based lube and cleaners with this kind of toy, so make sure you choose these kinds of products carefully. Check out this guide to cyberskin if you want to learn more.

Conclusion:

I’m not saying don’t buy this dildo. If you have a problem feeling filled it might be for you! But if you’re average or on the smaller side, proceed with caution. You’re going to need a lot of stretching to even get close to fitting this inside you. If you’re a sub, it could be a fun project with your dom, to work on getting it to fit!

For smaller girls out there, the Cyberskin Dream Dick might be a better option. I haven’t personally tested it out, but it’s made by the same company and looks extremely similar to the Gonzo Cock – just smaller. Adult Sex toys actually has a lot of cyberskin toys, even some for the fellas out there, so definitely check ‘em out if you want to try out this material.

If you’ve used cyberskin toys or decide to pick one up, let me know what you think! I’m going to try to test out more in the future so I can give you guys a better review about how it actually feels inside!

Recently, the ever-sexy Sean Lind from Real Men Drink Whiskey emailed me about a new series he wrote called “Be the Best Lay She’s Ever Had.” It’s super good advice – you should check out the five parts:

• Part 1: Acceptance
• Part 2: Making your Move
• Part 3: The True Importance of Foreplay
• Part 4: How to Last Longer in Bed
• Part 5: Sex Tips for Men

Good sex is pretty common, actually. Of all the guys I’ve been with, there have only been a few that were truly bad in bed. You’ve heard the saying that sex is like pizza, right? Even bad pizza is still pizza. It’s totally true.

But great sex, the kind that I write about, the kind that inspires me to touch myself long after you’ve left, the kind that keeps me answering your booty calls? Well, that takes something special. Sean’s advice is great…but what he’s missing is a woman’s point of view. So here’s the unofficial part six to his series – Advanced Sex Tips for Men from a Woman’s Perspective.

The Power of Romance

Sean’s advice that all girls are sluts is absolutely 100% true. Seriously. It’s hot when you fuck us like the sluts we are. But if you don’t romance us a little too, you’ll just be good in bed, not great in bed.

The key is juxtaposition – being super romantic in the midst of something really dirty. The best example I can give is this: once, while fucking The Prince, he called me a naughty girl and demanded, “Get over here and suck my cock.” I happily obliged, deep-throating him hungrily, and as I looked up at him, he softened a little and said, “You look so pretty when you do that.” Not hot. Not sexy. Pretty.

It was a really sweet, romantic thing to say in the midst of me gagging on his cock…and that was the biggest turn-on ever. Call a girl beautiful or pretty or (if you’re at this point, but ONLY if it’s true) telling her how much you love her, especially when she’s being a nasty whore will really stick out in her mind, in a good way.

Stop Focusing on Her Orgasm

One of my biggest gripes of all time is that most men are super focused on giving me an orgasm. Yeah, I get it. Orgasms are cool. But it’s a lot of pressure! I don’t want to orgasm. I just want to have fun. If an orgasm happens, it’s an added bonus at the end, and it doesn’t mean that you’re better in bed than a guy who didn’t give me an orgasm.

If we’re being honest, most of the time when a guy focuses on the orgasm, I end up faking it because I just want him to stop.

So seriously…don’t even mention us orgasming. Don’t ask if we’re close. Don’t tell us that you want to make us cum. Don’t neglect your own pleasure because you’re trying to make sure we have a really good time. Just do what you do, man. If we get close or you’re doing something right, we’ll let you know. When I say, “Don’t stop!” that’s a clue that you’re on the right track. So don’t stop.

Affection is Where It’s At

Fuck her like a prostitute…but don’t split immediately after or she really will feel like a prostitute, and that’s not a good thing. How you treat her after the sex is over is what gives her that ultimate lasting impression. Some of the best sex of my life has been ruined by a guy who leaves before I even put my panties back on.

That’s not to say you have to cuddle up and fall asleep with me in your arms. Heck, I don’t even want that most of the time. If you aren’t ready for that level of intimacy, don’t feel pressured. But before you go, make sure you save a little time to show a little affection. Clean up, pee, do all those things that guys do after sex, but then lay back down in bed beside her, pull her close to you, kiss her forehead, and tell her how amazing she is. Think about it like reverse foreplay. It’s a cool down period that most girls need as much as they need that building up time. Give her 15 minutes or so, at least, and then make your apologies and hit the road. You’ll make a much better lasting impression.

Get Creative

What was the best sex of my life? That’s a hard question to answer, but the three instances that stick out in my mind were on the hood of a mustang, in my family’s pool, and in a hotel room. In other words, not in my bedroom.

Bedroom sex can be a lot of fun, but it often isn’t memorable, even if it is really fucking good. Get a little creative if you can. Fuck her in the shower. Fuck her bent over the dining room table. Fuck her in the backseat of your car. If circumstances mean that you have to resort to the bedroom (for example, you have roommates or kids), switch things up a little. Fuck her on the floor or up against the wall.

Some Final Fucking Advice

The best sex I’ve ever had? It will never be a one-night stand. As you enter a long-term relationship, whether that is a real boyfriend/girlfriend deal or just friends with benefits, the sex should get better and better. You’ll learn each other’s bodies and tastes in the bedroom and you’ll start to be more comfortable with one another.

Let’s be honest…I have a lot of sex. Or at least, I’ve had a lot of sex in my life. When I think back on it all, I have trouble remember specific instances. I just remember specific men. So not every time has to be the best sex of my life. Overall, it just has to be the best sex of my life. So, if it’s a once night stand, you’re probably going to fade away in my mind, even if it was awesome in the moment.

Ladies, I’d like to invite you to leave comments with your top tip for making it the best sex of your life. And fellas, don’t be shy – beyond the more general tips, what are some of your secret tips for making it the best sex you’ve ever had?

Oh, and don’t forget to visit Sean at Real Men Drink Whiskey and give him some Between My Sheets lovin’!

This fourth of July marks five years since a lot of really horrible things happened in my life. I’m glad to be here today, perhaps even lucky. There is a lot of evil in the world. Evily-evil like you wouldn’t believe. It makes me sick to my stomach, still, after five years.

This is the first year I feel like I have no plans for the holiday. I usually try to fill my fourth of July and the days around it with as many people, as many distractions, as possible. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to remember all the hurt and pain and fear and panic. But I’ve just moved and all my friends in the area, as far as I know, are busy. This year, it looks like I’ll be alone with my thoughts, with my memories.

I’m happy single, at least for right now. This is the first time I’ve really been able to say that too. It’s a happy time of my life. I don’t need a man to enjoy it. But…the fourth of July…

This is the one time of the year I just wish I had someone to hug me and kiss me and tell me that it’s going to be okay. Because this is the one time of year when I’m not sure it will be.

We sat on my couch, afraid to touch but both wanting to be tangled in one another. It was at “that point” – you know, the point where you either say your good nights or you take a deep breath and lean in for that first kiss, hoping that the other person kisses you back. The growing bulge in his pants betrayed his feelings; there would be no saying goodnight, not tonight, not yet.

“I don’t know how far I’ll want to go,” he said. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“I understand,” I replied, leaning toward him, rubbing his leg and getting dangerously close to that bulge. He put his hand on my face and kissed me, his lips meeting mine for the first time since meeting.

His lips tasted like wine, sweet and soft. I felt like my heart was pounding out of my chest. Was this really happening with The Prince, the man I had known so long, yet never imagined I’d get the chance to kiss? I thought back to the time when The Prince and I first met, at work, and all the other girls in the company chattered and gossiped about how adorable he was, how kissable his lips looked. And now here he was, on my couch with his arms wrapped around me, kissing me with those lips. Our tongues intertwined, not in a fighting, passionate, let’s-fuck-like-rabbits-because-we’re-drunk way, but in a soft, exploring, beautiful way. The Prince’s kisses aren’t needy like a boy. They’re the kisses of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.

His hands wandering down my body as we kissed, finally finding a home up my dress and between my legs. He teased me, rubbing through my panties, soaking them at the thought of him inside me until I was grinding against him with desire. I moaned into his kisses, want him to take me, and he did, leading me by the hand into the bedroom. We stopped kissing only to pull the clothing off one another, his lips becoming hungrier.

I reached to take off my bra. “No, let me do it,” he whispered into a kiss. The Prince had told me he was unpracticed, but my bra popped off with no hesitation, and he was licking and sucking my nipples only a second later, after taking a moment to admire my DD-sized chest.

And while that was nice, what I really wanted was his cock. I could see it straining against his boxers, his pants already in a pile on the floor. I kissed down his chest and released his cock without any objections. Finally, it was in front of me, after years of friendship – hard, glistening with a few drops of precum, and begging to be in my mouth.

The Prince moaned as I swirled my tongue around the tip and wrapped my lips around his head for the first time. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered, the words catching in his throat as I took him deeper into my mouth. His cock hit the back of my throat, and I placed his hand on the back of my head, inviting him to grab my hair and fuck my face. God how I wanted that, to feel his cock sliding in and out as I sucked, almost making me gag when deep in me, but leaving me begging for more as he pulled out again. He slowly thrusted into me, leaning back a little to enjoy it as I alternated sucking on the tip and bobbing my head down to meet his thrusts. His cock was wet with my saliva as I gently played with his balls with my tongue. I licked up his shaft, making his legs tremble, before taking just the head of his cock in my mouth again. I looked up at him, sucking gently, and my eyes met his.

And at that moment it was pretty clear exactly how far he wanted to go.

(to be continued)

The BMS Challenge is a special series here at Between My Sheets where I highlight a topic I’ve talked about in the past and challenge you to write about the topic as well, either on your own blog or as a comment. I hope you’ll all participate (comments for participation will stay open indefinitely)!

Earlier this week, I wrote a little about a man in my life affectionately called The Prince who has delicious cum. His cock alone made my mouth water. Some guys are just like that, you know? It’s about more than just hygiene. That definitely makes a difference of course, but a yummy cock is just something you either have or you don’t. The Prince has it.

And then he came in my mouth….and it was amazing. It almost didn’t happen. He was only in town for a few days, and we were messing around the night before he was set to leave. He had cum a lot (a lot) all over me just a few hours before that, so I was surprised he was ready to go again at all, let alone able to reach orgasm. So happy he did though, because I wrapped my lips around him just as he blew and got to swallow every last drop.

The Prince made a good point that he’s been eating super healthy lately, so perhaps that’s why his cum was so sweet and silky smooth. I don’t know if that’s the case, but let’s just say this: I’m happy to swallow his cum any day of the week. Mmmm.

Today, my challenge for you is this: Write about a time you had sex that was utterly delicious. Did you eat out a five-star pussy? Like my experience, was it his cum that had you wanting more? Maybe it was something simpler – delicious kisses perhaps? Or have you used food in the bedroom?

If you have a blog, post about it and link it in the comments or link me to an older post if you already wrote a post with a delicious them. If you don’t have a blog, leave me a spicy comment telling me all about it (long, detailed posts/comments are encouraged!).

Read more BMS Challeges here!