The Lelo Ida was very kindly sent to me by the angels over at Lovehoney for review.
This is a very long review. Very long. Like, 1000+ words long, so please, please read it. I spent more time on this review than I’ve spent on some essays, I spent more time stressing about a sex toy than I’ve spent stressing about academic work, can we just let that sink in for a sec? Couple’s toys like this seem to be an incredibly divisive thing, judging from the reviews I’ve read about the We-Vibe(s) and the Tiani, and some people hate them, and some absolutely can’t-live-without-them adore them. My review falls into the former camp.I am a huge, huge fan of Lelo toys, like, I’m a little bit fanatical about them. My Gigi was one of the first toys I ever bought so that’s probably why I have such an unwavering loyalty to them – I think I’ve already mentioned in previous reviews that I’m definitely not a power queen so Lelo’s slightly subtler vibrations are perfect for me. I love ’em. I really do. And this, coupled with my bizarre urge to smooth over everything bad (‘c’mon guys, it’s just a sprain! it’ll heal itself! what do you mean you can see the bone, don’t be daft, i feel fine!’) made writing this review a lil bit of an upsetting experience for me.
Just to reiterate – this is hella long, mostly waffle, and if you’re only interested in my experience using it solo, with toys, with my girlfriend, or with a male partner, please ctrl+f for either SOLO/TOYS/FEM/HET, whichever one you’re interested in, or you can just scroll down until you see the capitals. You do you, I won’t judge.
I purchased this gag from Lovehoney
, along with the matching clear PVC cuffs that I reviewed recently.
I’ve never really been into ballgags, I prefer using O-ring gags or a nice bit gag or even a makeshift gag made out of a strip of silk or a tie with knots in the middle. I have a slightly irrational fear of having my teeth pulled out or moved around, brought on by a freak childhood accident where I fell flat on my face and knocked one of my (baby teeth, thankfully) front teeth out. Nothing’s quite as character building as being nicknamed ‘gappy’ by your classmates until the new one grew in. Anyway. Having a hard rubber ball strapped into my mouth behind my teeth isn’t exactly the most appealing idea in the world to me, thanks to that, but I decided to try one out for size. Please bear in mind that due to this I’m pretty much a total beginner to ballgags – I’ve worn them a few times in the past but only for about half an hour each time.
“I was decorating while you were out, and…”