Taking advantage of Leoweenie’s flared, suction-cup-equipped base, I stuck our new Halloween-inspired Vixen Creations dildo — complete with black bats embedded in the bright orange high-grade, 100 percent silicone — to one of the walls in the shower. Susan and I had talked previously about using the toy in this fashion, but she was unaware of my current clandestine prep work.
“I opened the door, and there it was,” Susan says. “I giggled a little at first. It’s a pretty funny scene, after all. I’m planning on a quick shower, and then there’s this nicely sized dong planted on the wall.” The Leoweenie measures eight inches long, about seven of which are insertable, and has a diameter of a bit more than one-and-a-half inches.
Happily (for Susan), the shaft is smooth; she’s never been a fan of the ultra-realistic vein-laden toys. The tip of the Leoweenie, however, is molded to replicate a cock head, and it’s a pretty accurate representation. When asked about this, Susan smiles and struggles to maintain eye contact. “I like it,” she admits. “A lot.”
I thought so. When she stepped into the shower, she reached down and ran two or three fingers down the length of the toy. Then she traced the ridge and the simulated skin folds around the head before giving it a little squeeze with just her fingertips. That’s when the nervous giggling switched to steamy anticipation.
“Stop it!” Susan laughs when reminded of her dexterous examination. “I still think all the veins are silly, but I learned that there’s something very hot about just the head. Even though our Leo is orange with bats — which I think is very fun, by the way — when I felt the tip it was like I had a strange cock in my fingers, and after nearly 16 years of marriage, that’s obviously a little exciting.”
So it should be easy to estimate the excitement factor when she turned around, bent over, and backed onto it. “It took me a few tries to get it placed at the right height,” Susan says. “Once I did, I grabbed the handles we have in the shower and started sliding back and forth.”
Location, Location, Location
After the fact, we realized that the shower is — was — virgin toy territory for us. We’ve enjoyed vibrating panties and various exerciser balls out in the world, but as Susan says, “For whatever reason, vibrators and dildos and such have been essentially limited to the bedroom.”
It seems as though the Leo may change that. “I really liked having it in the shower,” Susan says. “The whole suction cup thing was a revelation for me. I’d never seen or heard of that, and it sort of exploded my whole concept of what a toy can or can’t be. Think of it this way: I understand that there are a lot of couples that use these kinds of toys to add a different dimension to their sexual escapades — and obviously we do, too. But somebody still has to be both mentally and physically responsible for managing the operation. Somebody must focus on and dedicate at least one hand to positioning the vibe or inserting the dildo. As fun as they are, and as much as they can heighten or intensify or add to the whole experience, they also add extra responsibility, and that extra responsibility can sometimes defeat the purpose.
“But the Leo, when stuck to the wall in my shower, is autonomous. I don’t have to be responsible for it. Rydell doesn’t have to hold it. Neither one of us has to think about it. I bend over, and it fucks me. Sure, I have to rock back and forth, but that’s natural. I guess the best way to explain it is that it’s the first toy we’ve tried that doesn’t feel like a toy. It doesn’t feel like something extra.”
Extra AttentionSusan makes a great point, but she’s not being entirely truthful either. As soon as she got into a good rhythm with the Leo, she took me in her mouth — so she definitely had something extra.
“Well, if you put it like that, I guess you’re right,” Susan says. “With the Leo in my pussy and Rydell in my mouth, there were moments when I really did feel as though I was with two guys … and god, that felt naughty.”
That sense of reality is all thanks to the toy’s aforementioned autonomy. “Rydell wasn’t reaching around my ass in some awkward, mood-killing Twister move to put the dildo inside me, and I had my mouth and both hands available to service him. If I really was getting double teamed in the shower, that’s how it would be.”
Before I climaxed, I turned Susan around and took the place of the Leo. “It was perfect timing,” she says. “I was so turned on, and I wanted Rydell to finish inside me. But at one point I looked down and saw the dildo still stuck on the wall. I can’t believe I’m admitting this … I actually reached down and stroked it a couple times. I guess my instincts took over and for a split second I thought ‘Leo’ can’t be left out now. That’s how lost in the moment I was. So, Rydell’s absolutely correct: It didn’t feel like we had an extra toy or extra responsibilities. It felt like I got to experience an extra cock.”