All Posts Tagged With: "vibrator"

This Sex Toy Costs $60K–Honey, Are You Listening?

What recession? This vibrator is encrusted with diamonds, comes with a detachable diamond ring, and costs $55,000. Created by Paris Jeweler Maison Victor…the toy has a really shitty website, go there now. It doesn’t look particularly fun, if you know what I mean. Would you use this if it magically appeared in your naughty drawer?

Also read the article with pics from the fine folks at The Sun.

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Happy New Year: Best Of Honey and Lance 2008

Well, after ruining Thanksgiving on purpose (by having my wisdom teeth removed) and then ruining Christmas by accident (by thinking that I could cure my UTI on my own only to have things go horribly, horribly wrong) my first goal for 2009 is to not be in any pain or on any unpleasant medications during any of the major holidays!  Keep your fingers crossed for me.

But other than those two extremely unfortunate events, 2008 was a very good year.  Lance and I have really enjoyed getting this site off the ground and becoming part of such a thoughtful, diverse community.  So let’s start off the new year by appreciating the old, shall we?  Without further ado, the best of Honey and Lance 2008!
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Confession: I can only get off with my vibrator!

I’ve mentioned it before in passing, but decided that the time had finally come to devote an entire blog to the fact that the only orgasms I’ve ever had have come from my vibrator.  Although really, that should be plural because I’ve worn out a few over the years!

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Was Losing My Virginity Worth it?

Last week we put out a call to all bloggers to talk about what their virginity was worth.  Virginity is interesting because it’s one of those moments that’s a big deal until it happens, and then suddenly it’s no longer fascinating.  Kind of like turning 21, which seems so important (and is a big deal for awhile), but then after the novelty wears wears off you are having some beer at home or ordering two of your favorite mixed drinks at a local bar instead of getting entirely plastered off of shooters that are only recommended to you because they have racy names (I can’t think of the last time I ordered a Red Headed Slut).

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