Daffadildo!

I had originally asked to test a different vegetable-based vibrator to complement my Horn on the Cob but, when I pulled the Daffadildo out of the latest package of goodies from the lovely people at Ann Summers, I was almost hysterical with laughter. Both the concept and the name were a triumph of tacky play on words that bordered on the brilliant.

Ruf was very excited. Anything that opens me up (pun intended) for some anal play is always welcomed on his part. However, when I opened the plastic packaging, the first thing that assaulted me was the stench. The smell was overpowering but I can’t put a name to it because it wasn’t conventional plastic or, indeed, a smell that I have experienced from any other sex toy. It was vaguely antiseptic but not conducive to sexual arousal of any sort. Neither the packaging nor the website left me any the wiser. After a thorough wash, we sat it on the bedside table and left it to air for a few days.

I believe that it is also aimed at vaginal games but my first glance put it firmly in the bottom camp. I love the whole idea, with the splayed petals of the drooping daffodil acting as a stopper for anal play whilst revealing the rigid central stamen as a butt plug.

But, as usual, things never turn out quite as I plan them.

For, after a rather intensive session with my Pocket Rocket Ultra 10 and a rampant Ruf explosion, I was still up for more.

Ever the gentleman, Ruf would never leave me remotely half-finished and the only thing to hand was the Daffodildo – but I just wasn’t mentally in the zone for that.

So he slid it inside me vaginally. At first, I could hardly feel it because it’s not got much girth and only a little poke when it comes to motor. But, after rooting around for a bit, Ruf hit the spot.

And, OH!, did he hit the spot.

The design of the daffodildo, with those splayed petals meant that he could only insert it so far before they rested firm against my pubis. But, fortunately for me, the dimensions of the shaft meant that such a position had the tip resting plumb on the sweetest spot of all, vibrating away for all it was worth inside, whilst the Ultra 10 Rocket buzzed in synchronicity on the outside.

My most sensitive girly part was sandwiched between them and receiving a double-whammy of attention as Ruf increased the stimulation – a little wrist action caused the stem to twist and rub and buzz all at the same time.

Fortunately for us, the workmen in the flat above were on their lunch break because they might have thought something untoward was occurring down below and come to investigate the source of the screams that must have penetrated the outermost reaches of the block.

I was so close to squirting but, mentally, I lost my bottle. The memory of the consequences of last year’s exertions and a holiday ruined by a kidney infection. I reluctantly withdrew from that last gasping step into the breach.

But the Daffodildo sits there on the nightstand… taunting me!