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Tom Cruise: Do we think he’s sexy?

Mission Impossible: Fallout, I saw it too. I know many of you did, because those box office figures don’t lie. Apparently, we all loved it too. Lots of action (believable and not) some bombs, bad guys who want to end the world–the usual action stuff. The plot was so straightforward, I had plenty of time to wonder about Tom Cruise…is he sexy?

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It didn’t seem to me he was trying to be sexy. Ridiculous with his over the top action, sort of romantic with his lost love, kind of smart with the way he figures things out, and very determined–especially when he was hanging from the cliff, everything looking really, really bad, but he kept trying until he saved everyone. But sexy? I didn’t think so.

It didn’t seem to me ‘they’ were trying to make him appear sexy in Fallout. I liked that. There weren’t any shirtless scenes, no long tough-guy stares. It was only later that I had second thoughts. Maybe he was supposed to be sexy and I just didn’t notice.

I spent about an hour looking through many, many Tom picks. You know what I realized? He always looks the same. Same hair, same smile, same clothes. Even his expressions are pretty much the same.

Even though he looks the same all the time, his career really has been all over the place. He danced in Risky Business, flew planes in Top Gun, disturbed people out in Interview with a Vampire, surprised us in Tropic Thunder, saved the world in the Mission Impossible franchise. Maybe that’s his secret, how he’s gotten to be one of the highest paid male actors. Think of him as a Where’s Waldo for the movie biz.

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His personal life, same thing. Married and divorced to very different women, jumped on Oprah’s couch,  is said to be one of the nicest people ever.

But wait! There’s more to show his life is very varied:

At age 14 he enrolled in the seminary, only to drop out at age 15 to become an actor.
In 1990, when he married Nicole Kidman, we wore no shoes.
1996, he sued German Magazine Bunte for stating he had a zero his sperm count.
Ongoing, is huge fan of professional wrestling.

Now you’re intrigued. Right? You need to know,  what’s next for Tom?

Top Gun 2: Maverick! With Val Kilmer and Jennifer Connelly!

OMG! How excited are you!

What about you? Hot for Tom? Or not? Prefer a different action hero? Give us your thoughts in the comments.

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Isabelle Drake’s erotic contemporary romance beach read, Make Me Blush, is currently available for free with Kindle Unlimited. Find her on Facebook or Amazon and follow her snapchat @isadrake for the most personal snaps.

 

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Sexy Saturday Round Up

[image error]By Elizabeth Shore

We have Aquaman, we have people bonking bushes, we have marriage getting kicked to the curb. It’s all here, sexies! A most delicious round-up of some jolly good fun we’ve found trolling the web this week.

Sex with a topiary is a thing. At least for some people.

What we can all learn from Mr. Rogers.

that guys give their junk.

Aperol spritz is the drink of the summer. Here’s how to make it.

Man on a Mission – smokin’ hot super man Henry Cavill.

From Madeline:

We’ve said in the past that there is no ‘normal’ when it comes to sex — but this study sez a lot of us just want to fantasize about love, romance, and good ole vanilla sex.

A documentary about how when it comes to wealth and excess women always tend to wind up on the losing end of the stick.

As Etta James would say – at laaaaaaast –

While Jezebel wants to know: WTF? Why isn’t Aquaman nekkid?

Man Repeller on women who got married—fast.

It’s an instagram summer fashion showdown: Outer Space V the Prairie.  Live Long and Yee-Ha!

Apparently many middle-aged women are DONE with their marriage. Buh-bye!

It’s hot outside — but why not let it get a little steamy inside too? Here’s a lot of erotic movies ranked worst to best–but I started you off on the best page, cause you want the best right?

The pelvic floor is still an utter mystery to scientists.

 

 

 

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An Excerpt for MC, Gangster and Burlesque Book Lovers

by Elizabeth SaFleur

Hey, lady Smutters. Who’s in the mood for Friday fun? How about an excerpt from my next novella, Shakedown, which will launch the brand, spanking new series, The Shakedown Series. Like motorcycle club reads? Gangsters? Cons? Burlesque? This series will have All Of That and more. Read on for an excerpt of Shakedown.

Releases on September 4! To get a notice of its official release, follow me on Amazon, Bookbub or join my email newsletter.

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~~Sexy Excerpt~~

Rachel’s Uber driver had looked at her like she was crazy when she gave him the address to Shakedown. He asked her twice if he should wait for her when she stepped out of his minivan onto the crumbling pavement of the club’s parking lot. Over an old warehouse, an obnoxiously large sign lit up by Broadway lights read Shakedown.

Against her better judgment, she was here—at the club Trick insisted was not a strip joint. She didn’t know how long this confrontation would take so she sent the driver on his way. She charged up to the door powered by the tornado that had been whirling inside her over the last few days. In fact, her anger had grown into an F5. She’d emptied her mental warehouse of stop signs. Every time she’d raised one up, she punched it back down. It was time for Trick to make restitution and return the trust fund that she and Jay were to use for school.

Old movie poster shadow boxes were tacked to the brick walls by the entrance. She took a moment to look at the depictions of dancing girls and Vaudeville acts behind the scratched glass. Not a strip club, huh?

Rachel slung open the door and stepped into the blackness. The large, glass front door hadn’t been easy to yank open, but that was the thing about rage—it gave you strength. She paused just inside the empty club to let her eyes adjust. As the interior’s details crystallized, her first thought was that she’d stepped onto a movie set.

“Well, this is way nicer than I imagined,” she muttered. White tablecloths draped dozens of small tables crammed into the center of the room. Half moon–shaped booths in dark green, tufted velvet lined the far left wall. A long, polished oak bar with a brass rail ran the length of the club to her right.

“Applications are at the end of the bar. Auditions start tomorrow.”

She turned. A man with a goatee, a scar riding high on his right cheek, and poured into a gray Henley leaned on the bar over a newspaper spread across the surface. The paper crackled as he turned a page.

“Audition? No, I’m looking for Trick Masters.”

He eyed her suspiciously. “Who’s asking?”

She crossed her arms. “The woman he stole three million dollars from.”

The man straightened and laughed. “I’ll get him for you, Rachel.”

“How did you know my name?”

“He said if the most beautiful woman in the world walks in and demands money her name is Rachel.”

Great. So Trick believed she was a foregone conclusion? Think again, buddy.

While the guy ducked behind a curtain near the bar, ostensibly to find Trick, she pulled out her cell phone to see if Jay had returned any of the dozen messages she’d left in the last two days. He hadn’t.

She hit his number again and again went straight to voice mail. “Jay, are you ever going to call me back? The Betrayer is in Baltimore. Don’t they ever let you make calls? A text at least?”

Jay’s oil rig tour had to be up soon. Nothing like having your trust fund-slash-tuition money disappear to make you take any job that pays well. Too bad waitressing at the fanciest restaurant in Baltimore didn’t turn out as well for her.

She looked around the room. “And, you will not believe where I am,” she said into the silence on the other end of the phone. Jay needed to come back and see where Trick—once the darling of the Washington, D.C. investment scene—had landed—for shits, grins, and giggles if nothing else. She shook her head as she took in the stage framed in heavy, red velvet drapes, empty except for a tall microphone stand in the center. Lights aimed at the stage hung from girders in the ceiling. At least no dance cages or stripper poles were in view, and the scent of orange blossoms and cedar wafted in the air rather than the usual stale beer and sweat smell of most “gentleman’s clubs”—or what she’d imagined they’d smelled like. A rustling behind her caused her to kill the one-sided call.

“Rachel.”

Stupid shivers ran up her spine from hearing Trick’s baritone. She swiveled to come face to face with the man, the Betrayer, ready to do battle, something she should have done long ago. Hell, she should have started the day he left the courtroom in handcuffs. Instead, she’d hidden in the back, watching and crying like a baby. No more tears now, she told herself. She put as much steel into her backbone as possible. “How dare you offer me a job.”

He had the nerve to raise an eyebrow. “Pretty generous on my part, I’d say.”

“Generous?” She chuffed. “You stole my money and then want me to work for it? You humiliated me once. You won’t do it again.” She strode forward until there were just six inches between them and jabbed her finger on his hard pec. “How did you find me anyway?”

No way was Trick’s presence at Talman’s a coincidence. Trick did nothing accidentally.

She didn’t know how he found her as she and Jay had changed their mobile phone numbers and left no forwarding address when they fled Washington and their creditors. Then, when she thought she couldn’t be shamed anymore, Trick Masters shows up at Talman’s, gets her demoted to hostess and has the unbelievable nerve to offer her a job. Did he expect her to work to get back the money he stole? He accused her of being afraid.  Afraid my ass. She jabbed him with her finger again for good measure.

He grabbed her wrist. “Since you can’t stop touching me,” he said, cocking his head, “let’s make this private. Office.”

“Office?” she sputtered as he pulled her into a long hallway, plush carpeting muffling their footfalls.

“Desk and everything.” He opened a door and gestured her inside.

“Nice digs.” She surveyed the large mahogany desk and oil paintings on the wall. “This Oriental carpet real? Probably. You can obviously afford to pay restitution.”

He closed the door behind them, strode to his desk and perched on the edge. “I was wrongly convicted. I don’t have your money. I never did.” He scratched his chin, the sound of fingers on stubble sounding masculine, if such a thing were possible.

“Bullshit.” She stepped closer and slapped him on the pec. He still wore that woodsy aftershave. Damn, he smelled good, which she should not be noticing.

He gave a snort of cynical amusement. “Stop poking me. Try being a grownup.” He grasped her wrist—hard.

“You find this funny? Screw you.”

“If you are offering, I might consider it. You always did excel in that area.”

She did a double take. “Forget about it.”

“Gladly. I make a habit of avoiding women who set me up and then abandon me, sweetheart.” He stood, and his grip turned vicious, backing her up a step.

“Abandon you? You were convicted of embezzlement and sentenced to jail, and don’t call me sweetheart.”

“I told you I didn’t take your money.” He backed her up until her shoulder blades pressed the door.

“A judge felt otherwise.”

“I was set up, but you already know all that.”

“Ha! And you say I’m good at fantasy. Who took it then? The fairies?” She jabbed him with her other hand. He grasped that wrist, and lifted both her arms above her head, not gently, but not enough to leave bruises.

“Stop jabbing me. Or perhaps you’re doing it on purpose simply to make me mad. You always did like make-up sex.” He leaned toward her so close she could feel his warm breath on her face, smell his woodsy cologne.

“Coming on to me?” She tried to yank her wrists free but he held them fast.

“I’m impervious to your come-ons, Rachel.”

“You couldn’t handle me anyway.” When she tried to push forward, her crotch met a semi-hard cock trapped behind those pants.

“Keep pushing, Rachel . . . you already left me once—”

“You left me.”

“I wouldn’t call incarceration voluntary ‘leaving’.”

“You almost put me out on the street. Proud of that?” she spat. Memories flooded her brain and swamped her with a cocktail of emotions she’d been working for years to neutralize. Weeks after Trick’s incarceration for embezzlement, the fancy apartment she and Trick shared overlooking the Potomac was the first to go. The same week, with no tuition money, she’d had to leave school—in her freakin’ fourth year! The Audi he’d given her? Ha! Not paid off. If she thought getting a bikini wax humiliating, the degradation bar undoubtedly had been raised the day her car was lifted up onto a flatbed tow truck, a man with a substantial pot belly leering at her and mumbling tough break, lady.

“I’m sorry your life went to hell, Princess,” he said. “But prison isn’t exactly the Four Seasons.”

“Did you think about me in jail?” she taunted. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his calf. She rubbed it up and down. “Or did you get a new boyfriend there?”

He’d once called her legs God’s gift to mankind. She’d get the truth out of him one way or the other, even if she had to use herself as bait. She wasn’t leaving until he confessed he’d taken the $3 million.

“I hocked your ring, by the way,” she said.

“Get a good price?”

“The diamond was real. Paid rent for a bit.”

“Everything I ever gave you was real, Rachel.” He ground his pelvis into hers, his cock growing harder and thicker.

“Real trouble.”

He stared at her mouth as if he were mesmerized, like he couldn’t decide what to do next. He used to do that when he was about to kiss her.

“See something you like?” she breathed with a sneer. He scowled when she pulled him closer to her with her leg. One thing about waitressing, it built strong leg muscles.

“You wish,” he circled his pelvis to match her moving hips.

Jesus, she was getting wet, and her hips would not stay still. Well, she started this, and she wasn’t a quitter. She glided her leg higher on his hip. The perfect fit of their bodies felt good—too damned good. Man, it’d been a long time since she’d had sex.

He pulled his head back and stared down at her. Suspicion flashed across his eyes.

“Now who’s afraid?” she asked.

His lips came down on hers—hard and possessive. His tongue mapped her mouth with the ease of an explorer upon familiar territory. Oh, God, she’d forgotten how good he was at this, but she had to remember. She was kissing a con man.

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Elizabeth SaFleur writes contemporary romance that dares to “go there.” Expect alpha males (and females), seductive encounters, and love. Learn more about her steamy and sexy stories by following her on Amazon and Bookbub.

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Sexy Saturday Round Up

[image error]By Eliabeth Shore

Hot days, hot reads! Enjoy, lovely sexies.

Female newscasters doing hair their own way and ditching that boring ol’ bob.

Getting naked in a nightclub along with everyone else.

She looks STUNNING. You’d never guess that Christie Brinkley is 62. Say whaaat?

The relationship between fashion and human sexuality.

Women, it turns out, love hairless “billiard balls.”

Roe v. Wade…the movie??

Why you should get out of a bad marriage – it’s for your health.

Wanna know how to be a better kisser? Of course you do.

The seven best places to meet someone during the summer.

The growth of trans literature.

 

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Sexy Saturday Round Up

[image error]By Elizabeth Shore

We’re in the hot, hot throes of summer! Beaches, barbeques, and (hopefully!) vacations are on the horizon. So grab towels, your shades, and plenty of reading material to make your time in the sun extra fun. Can’t decide which books to bust out? Here at Lady Smut, we’re doing our part to help you out by rounding up some great reads. Layer on the sun block and sit back in that beach chair. It’s summer, it’s the weekend…ahhhh….

Sexy Saturday Round Up

[image error]By Elizabeth Shore

Don’t look now, awesome peeps, but it’s the weekend before the 4th! Hopefully you’re like half the people in my day job office who had the wise foresight to take next week off. But if you didn’t, that’s OK, too. Wednesday for much of us will be a time of relaxation, a break in the middle of the road, a day for slacking off and having fun. And speaking of fun on this weekend before the 4th, exercise your independence early by checking out the fun reads we’ve gathered up for you. No better way to get the party started.

Are you part of the rarest personality type in the world?

Harry Potter…and smut? One writer’s quest to write erotic fan fiction of HP. Am I the only one finding this just a bit creepy?

If an app can pick a date for you, why not let your parents pick your spouse. The case for arranged marriage.

Justice Kennedy’s retirement threatens safe and legal abortion. How to stop it.

Looking for beach reads on the wild side? 50 must-read werewolf romances.

It’s not porn – it’s making love! Here’s a sneak peek so you can judge for yourself.

The “sex ed guys” know little about sex ed. But at least they’re kinda funny.

Girl Boner August McLaughlin chats with the queen of lesbian sex 101, Stevie Boebie.

#Metoo from a man’s point of view. Author Amber Tamblyn’s new novel features a female serial rapist.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sexy Saturday Round Up

[image error]Howdy! Settling into the summer groove? We are.  Here are some sexy Saturday news articles to tickle your brain and satisfy your craving for sensual knowledge.  Enjoy.

Achievement Unlocked!

Here at Lady Smut, we talk a lot about women. We talk about women’s bodies, women’s sexuality—we talk about women’s sexuality a lot—women’s relationships, women in the media, women’s issues. We’re particularly passionate about women’s issues. To do this, we’re personal and vulnerable to you, our readers. We share from our hearts, from our own experiences, our hurts and disappointments, our joys and triumphs. We share our dreams and fantasies. There is no surefire way to know the heart of our dreams than to read our books. The deepest meanings of the stories we tell reveals the heart of each of us.

Maybe not our entire heart, mind you. That would be a bit much, even for the Interwebs.

My story has been changing rather dramatically for several years now. I’ve been on a personal journey of health and wellness. Not health and fitness, though fitness is a large part of the journey. Health and wellness. Being well physically and emotionally, reclaiming parts of myself, parts of being a woman, that I had long resigned myself not to expect in my own life. I looked at my life and saw unhappiness and sorrow. A life unfulfilled. Arrested. A life I was physically unable to fully live. I wanted to stop saying “I used to do” and get back to saying “I’m doing” or better yet, “I did.”

So I did.

Because everything these days requires a hashtag, I hashtagged this journey #BringingMeBack.

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Hello rower, my old friend. I’ve come to curse at you again.

And, well, it’s been a struggle, I won’t lie. It’s been expensive. Helluva expensive. It’s required me to do things waaayyyyy outside of my comfort zone. It’s forced me to trust people, something I don’t do easily. It’s made me have to get over and past myself time and time again. It’s ebbed and flowed, started and restarted and then started again. I failed repeatedly. I’ve refocused and reexamine and reframed.

This year, that reframing meant a huge investment of time, energy, and hard, hard work.

I joined a CrossFit gym and committed to a 12-week “Transformation Program” that along with an exercise regimen and weekly weigh-ins, includes a meal plan adapted to my medical needs.

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Kettle bells. Ah, yeah.

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Been there. Done it.

What is CrossFit? Here is a snippet from the definition on crossfit.com

CrossFit is constantly varied functional movements performed at high intensity. All CrossFit workouts are based on functional movements, and these movements reflect the best aspects of gymnastics, weightlifting, running, rowing and more. These are the core movements of life. They move the largest loads the longest distances, so they are ideal for maximizing the amount of work done in the shortest time. Intensity is essential for results and is measurable as work divided by time—or power. The more work you do in less time, or the higher the power output, the more intense the effort. By employing a constantly varied approach to training, functional movements and intensity lead to dramatic gains in fitness.

Basically, you’re working your ample ass off. The beauty is that the workouts can be modified, not changed, but adapted, for any physicality—or in my case, lack thereof. I have arthritis everywhere. Name a joint, it’s inflamed at one point or another. There’s no cartilage in my knees, and a slipped disc in my back that sometimes sends shooting pains down the front of my thigh.

I am not, by anyone’s definition, an athlete.

So, this was an enormous, often painful challenge, and it continues to be so. Fitting the program into my whacky day job schedule means me, the avowed night owl, getting up at 5:30 AM every morning but Sunday to take a 6:30 class that stretches me to my limit physically and mentally. My coach made me cheat sheets every morning that modified the warm ups workouts everyone else was doing to my abilities while not compromising the quality or intensity. I kept every sheet and constantly pushed myself to increase weights at appropriate intervals and keep pushing forward. Happily, I can say I now no longer need, nor do I get, my cheat sheets anymore as, with only a few modifications, I can now keep up and do every movement along with the rest of the class.

And I absolutely love it.

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Battle ropes. It’s all in the name.

I completed the 12-week program last Saturday. This week I ate my weight in chocolate chip cookies. (Not really, but it felt that way.) The next morning, I got back at it. Again. Because I committed to this, full stop, and that means getting right back on that painful horse.

And not just with CrossFit either.

I was thinking this week about what this means for me, practically and internally. It means I pushed myself physical on what has come to be a daily basis. They say you are your own worse critic, and I take to that philosophy like a life motto.

Boy. Howdy.

And that hasn’t changed. I look at my progress pictures and don’t see a tighter ass or strong arms or reduced belly, but the unevenness of my legs, the wobbly lines in my thighs, the bulges under my arms. I’ll never be able to look at my image and not see the flaws. The faults.

I look at my writing, my publishing career, and I don’t see an award-winning debut novel or the successful follow-up novel, but the long-delayed, as-yet-incomplete proposal on which I can’t seem to get any traction. The fact that I haven’t written a word in months. The feeling that this too like so many other good things in my life before, might only be for a short time. But, if I can challenge myself and push myself to physical achievement in CrossFit, starting over again when I stumble, why can’t I apply that same determination and focus to my writing projects?

That’s the next journey. Challenge that mind set years in the making that I can’t or I shouldn’t and tell it to fuck off and get out of my way. In the gym. In writing.

In life.

That’s what we do as women. We start again, over and over again. We march for the same issues decade after decade (unfortunately). We have the second, third, or more child. We go back into the work force…again. We pick up. We move forward. We go on.

We bring ourselves back over and over and then one more time again.

Achievement. Unlocked.

 

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Writer, singer, editor, traveler, tequila drinker, and cat herder, Kiersten Hallie Krum avoids pen names since keeping her multiple personalities straight is hard enough work. She writes smart, sharp, and sexy romantic suspense. Her debut romantic suspense novel,   Wild on the Rocks,  is now available. Visit her website at  www.kierstenkrum.com  and find her regularly over sharing on various social media via @kierstenkrum.

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Sexy Saturday Round Up

[image error]By Elizabeth Shore

Hello Sexies! It’s Pride month, it’s Dad weekend – it’s summer! Much to get excited about, including some most excellent reads we’ve rounded up for this weekend. So settle in, kick your heels back, maybe make some rainbow pancakes for brunch. Enjoy an awesome weekend and bring Dad along for the fun.

So hey, what exactly is there to know about pride month? Well, since you asked…

Sexual abuse rocks the highest echelon of the literary world – the Nobel.

Whats an ex-president to do once he’s out of office and has time on his hands? Why, write one of the year’s best selling novels, of course.

The hottest of the hot lesbian sex moves! All about tribbing.

The stigmas behind older women dating younger men.

How to know if you’re asexual.

Serena Williams on body shaming.

 

 

 

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The Smart Woman’s Guide to Buying Sex Toys

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[image error] The idea of using sex toys is riddled with misconceptions. Mainstream society perceptions still keep them stuck somewhere between taboo and normality. The belief that they are the realm of single and lonely women doesn’t help, either.

If you are a young woman who has decided to explore sex toys as a new level of experiencing pleasure, information and support is often scarce. (Check out this guide for some good sex toy advice.) It might entail hesitant discussions with your besties or reading a naughty article or two on Google.

The process of choosing a toy to buy is often paired with embarrassment and the concern that people will think there is something wrong with your sex life that needs fixing. Well, this couldn’t be further from the truth! The whole purpose of sex toys is to enhance your love life, not fix it. So what do we girls really need to know in order to get the most out of our first sex gadget?

Figuring Out What Your Needs Are

If you already have an idea about the kind of thing you would fancy, good for you! But you probably wouldn’t be reading this article if that was the case, right? Don’t worry, you are not alone. Most people can’t immediately decide on what would be the best choice of a first sex toy. This leaves room for some self-reflection and an analysis of what you want and need the toy to do.

Do you want to use it alone or with a partner, is there a specific part of the body you would like to stimulate, do you want to be able to take it to the bath/pool with you or when travelling? And last but not least, what budget are you willing to set aside for the purpose? Try making a list of your expectations before you head for the sex shop.

What To Look For In A Toy

Once you have figured out what it is that you want, finding the right toy is easy, because there is a real abundance on the market. Unfortunately, there’s more than color and style to take into account, materials and functionality are actually the greater part of the equation.

https://www.cirillas.com/ recommends that whatever the toy, you should definitely make sure it is made of body-safe materials. A great choice would be silicone, because it is non-porous, hypoallergenic and easy to clean. Why non-porous? Dirt and bacteria enter porous materials, getting into difficult to clean areas, greatly increasing the risk of yeast infections. Silicone avoids that potential hazard. That said, a product that is easy to clean should probably come as the second most important criteria after safety. And the hypoallergenic part is self-explanatory. If you are prone to allergies, make sure you are not getting anywhere near a substance or material that might endanger your health and well-being.

In addition to paying attention to a toy’s appearance and make, don’t forget to buy something that excites you, rather than intimidates you. The bigger, the better is not the motto here. Actually, something small and discreet would be a great starting point. If it is safe, durable, and comes with manufacturer warranty, all the better.

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Based on the strictly individual nature of the purchase, the list of things to avoid will mainly consist of the opposite of the abovementioned suggestions. A good tip would be mentioning phtalates and jelly toys, since the first are hazardous to your health, and the latter are porous.

Also, do your best to avoid cheap, low-grade materials. If a toy has an off-putting, chemical smell, chances are high it was made of toxic stuff that is going to break down over time and endanger your health.

Visiting A Sex Shop Vs Buying Online

How you are going to buy your toy depends on whether you need to check out the item in person, or if a good web review will do the job. If you need to ask the experts a few questions on how to use and look after your toy, then make sure you shop in person. Of course, there are always those who are too embarrassed to be seen at a sex shop or entering into a discussion their purchase with strangers. For them, buying online is a must and a solution to all problems.

Look for legitimate, popular or trusted web sites which have decent payment methods and look respectable enough. If a website looks like something’s not quite right, go somewhere else. And make sure you keep your invoice or receipt!

 

 

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