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The Butterfly
Remote Control Fun!
The Butterfly vibrator has always been a legend of sex toy-dom to me, a
stalwart—so to speak—in the novelty pantheon. It was one of the first I
can remember seeing that didn’t look like a cheap imitation of a penis.
And it appeared oddly exotic. The 21st century version of the little
bugger comes with a remote control, ostensibly for your lover to tease
you with from afar, which only contributed to my curiosity: Would it
work as promised? Would it feel comfortable pressed up against my
pussy? Underneath my clothes, even? Would people be able to tell I had
it on? And what about wearing it while fucking? Not to mention, would
it get me off? Yup, I had a dozen burning questions (okay, maybe
burning isn’t the best word to use in this context… vibrating, shall we
say?) when I decided to review this toy. I picked up mine at Babeland
but the product is made by California Exotic Novelties.
The first step was strapping it on. The Butterfly itself is rather
compact, but hardly tiny. Between the wing span and the body of the
bug, which requires two AAA batteries, it’s about four inches by four
incudes. It’s made of a semi-soft plastic, no doubt with those dreaded
phthalates involved, but I figured what the hell, it’s not like I’m
gonna be living in the thing, right? The thin black elastic straps that
hold the Butterfly in place are adjustable and operate like bra straps.
I fumbled a bit getting them just tight enough but, once I did, the
entire contraption fit snugly against my snatch and was surprisingly
comfortable. I slipped my clothes over it and, voila, a secret sex toy!
The compact remote control requires a 23AE 12 volt battery a, a tiny
little size I’d never seen before. The batteries were included, a nice
plus for immediate usage!
My initial outing while sporting the Remote Control Butterfly was a
holiday party. En route, we gave it a few test zaps and it was
entertaining sitting in traffic being vibrated by someone else. I was
wearing stripey tights and a pair of frilly panties, which you’d think
wouldn’t properly hide my plastic insect vibrator. But the ruffles did,
indeed, disguise the toy and I strolled around with a half grin,
knowing I was vulnerable to being zapped by my remote control-carrying
date. It was a big event in a wide open space, and my friend and I kept
losing each other. I’d be at the bar and he’d disappear for a smoke,
but I’d know when he was close by again, ’cause he’d give me a little
zap. The box cover touts a “superior rage” of 15 to 20 feet and though
I didn’t exactly measure it out in paces, it definitely worked from
across a crowded room. I found it somewhat difficult to maintain my
composure, less from an “I’m gonna come any second” standpoint than a
general “My pussy’s being tingled from, like, way over there!”
My second Butterfly experience was a solo flight; I wanted to see how
well it functioned as a mere vibrator. I’m not sure if my batteries
were failing or what, but I couldn’t get the thing to vibrate
constantly, only in a staccato-like pulsing mode, which wasn’t really
doing it for me. I’m not sure if I could’ve reached orgasm with the toy
even if it wasn’t just pulsing; the vibration isn’t all that strong.
Upon inserting a new set of batteries, the vibration was more powerful,
but it didn’t quite get me off the way my other toys usually do.
For my third butterfly effect I knew I’d have to give it a whirl
wearing it while screwing. I didn’t savor the thought of having that
strip of black elastic wedged between my cheeks; I’m not a huge fan of
thong panties or anything else that crawls up my ass. But I was willing
to tolerate minor discomfort in hopes of a major pay-off.
In real life usage, I assume a couple would begin with some teasing and
wind up fucking with her wearing the toy as part of a long romantic,
erotic encounter. In my case it was more of a, “Okay, let’s see what
it’s like fucking with this thing on” situation. It was still
comfortable to wear, even when there were more limbs than just mine
involved. The black elastic was a slight hindrance; in future models
they might want to have two little straps coming from the bottom of the
body instead, to provide unimpeded access to one’s orifices. But the
Butterfly itself wasn’t in the way at all and the vibrating was
pleasant, if not completely orgasmic. Interestingly, when we were
pressed against each other, pubic bone to pubic bone, it randomly
switched to a strange little pulsing rhythm. No explanation for that on
the box cover or sex toy physics. Whether pulsing or just buzzing, my
partner found the vibrations most enjoyable. And though orgasms were
achieved on both parties’ parts (heh-heh), neither were as a result of
the plastic plaything.
The bottom line: As sex toys go Remote Control Butterfly is truly an
appetizer, with cunnilingus or coitus as the main course. As a
stand-alone vibrator (or should I say strap-on-alone?), even with a set
of brand new batteries powering a steady buzz, it sorta pales in
comparison to something more direct, like a Pocket Rocket or Hitachi
Magic Wand. It is, however, a total blast as a tease and a torture, so
hand the remote to your partner and save your Butterfly for parties and
playtime.
[Written Dec. 2007]
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