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Lelo Lilly Review
 LELO Lily
Indiscretion
In Which I Review My New Best Friend (and HNT)
Her name is Lily, and she's beautiful.
I've talked about her before: here and maybe elsewhere. A very nice lady who works for Lelo read what I wrote about Lily, and emailed me with an offer. She would send Lily to me in the mail, if I would write a review of her here.
Oh yes. Lily is the Lelo Lily, a beautiful little vibrating 'personal massager' that I have coveted for some time: and now she is mine! When the nice lady first emailed me, I never thought I'd be able to accept the kind gift. I knew that packages arriving unexpectedly at my place of residence would provoke questions and arouse suspicions. Then my own personal Prince Charming, my sweet Mr. Wonderful, stepped in and pointed out that it could be sent to his place, since he and I would be meeting in a matter of weeks anyhow. That's what we did. And then we met - Lily and I (oh yes, and Mr. Wonderful and I).
Lily is quite beautiful. Take a look. The model I was sent is petal pink.
She also comes in a rich plum colour, and in black. I have seen her in black: very attractive. In fact, Z wrote about her Lily here. I secretly wanted pink, though, although I didn't specify. It was a pleasant surprise. She is tiny; she fits beautifully into the palm of my hand, or in my cupped fingers, very ergonomically. She is solid, and well made. Her surface is hard, and wipes clean easily. I love that she is rechargeable.
The buttons are intuitive, and there are about 10 speeds, I think, from very gentle, barely noticeable, to buzz buzz buzz mmmm. The buttons also lock if you hold them both in, which is nice when she is being carried around in my purse (in her black satin bag).
Admittedly, those are the real reasons I wanted Lily. She's so pretty to look at, and she's super cool, with her glowing LED light behind the buttons. What really counts, though, is what she is capable of. Would she bring me the pleasure I was hoping for?
When my guy and I were in the hotel room together, Lily was not the first thing on our minds. Later, though, after the first round of glorious lovemaking, I lay on the king-sized bed, glowing (without LED lights, thanks). He brought out the package then. He hadn't opened it, wanting to give me the pleasure (more pleasure - he'd already given me a few orgasms worth at that point). Once I struggled through opening the impossibly well-taped box (as he photographed my lack of physical coordination), I finally reached the gift box, and opened it. She needed to be charged before I could use her, so we plugged her charger into the wall socket immediately: then kind of forgot about her for awhile. It was then that he gave me my birthday gift. Mmmmm. Another toy! No charging needed! That one will be the subject of a future post.
Later, Lily was remembered. I believe we were on the couch, and he was pouring some wine, when I brought her over for us to play with. Once we figured out the buttons, he held the little toy on my clit, and moved it around on me, experimenting with different speeds. She did seem to fit perfectly over my clit, and he was even able to slide her in and out of me quite easily, although she is clearly designed to sit snugly on and between the labia. I enjoyed the higher speeds most, not finding even the highest speed to be too intense. In fact, I would have enjoyed even more intensity at that moment. The other problem with Lily in the hands of a skilled lover is that, ultimately, I wanted his hands (and his mouth, and his cock) on me more than I wanted her. She was a great warm up act, though, both then and later again on the bed.
This is where Lily came into her own, though: today, at home, as I chatted online with Mr. Wonderful. We covered some innocuous topics first (ÓI miss you.Ó ÒI miss you more.Ó ÒImpossible, I miss you the most.Ó). Then, I mentioned that my purse was right next to me, and in the next moment, Lily sat in the palm of my hand, looking all innocent and angelic. What followed was her being placed, at his instructions, on my clit, first outside of my pyjama bottoms: then inside them. Here's the thing, I think. Lily is really meant to be used by the person enjoying the benefits. I knew just how firmly she needed to be pushed onto my clit. I knew that I needed to move rapidly to the top setting, and I knew when to move her around, up and down my increasingly slippery lips, and in and out of me. I came amazingly fast, typing random and nonsense words and letters as I did so. And when he told me to come a second time, I did, on demand, covering my sweet Lily with my juices as I squirted and yelled his name.
Apparently Lily is best one on one rather than as a third party. She is less kinky than straightforwardly sensual. She is my new best friend, whom I will carry with me in my purse, and pull out to use when we have moments to ourselves. She is quiet, subtle and dignified. I absolutely adore her.
And:. Happy HNT.
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