Dear Wild Violet Pleasure Probe|Wild violet pleasure probe,

I was so scared that we would not get along. I love moving things inside of me, but you were so scary. 5 settings? A speed control dial? You were just too impressive for a small city girl like me. You were much larger than I thought you would be, in both length and girth, and inserting your Penthouse brand bullet was something of a challenge. When I first flipped your switch, the power of you shaking in my palm made my mouth water. I was excited, but afraid you would hurt me. We spent days dancing around each other, your deep hue seeming to blush when my eye landed on you. Finally we met. I used you more conventionally first, your vibrations strong even at your tip which caused one of my most intense clitoral orgasms of my life. Inside of me, you were strong and your 5 settings, each a pleasure on their own, came together in a magnificent harmony and made me cry out in orgasmic joy.

Finally, having gained confidence in myself (and, admittedly, faith in you) I loved you as intended. I had some help, my boyfriend helping clean and prepare me and a condom to protect you. Insertion was a dream on your "tease function", and as we passed from setting to setting, building speed with your dial, I knew I was in love. No mere toy you, no, we were friends, lovers now.

You are my favorite.

I still have you just under the bed, having purchased your own box away from the others. Sometimes I take you through your paces, your quiet hum a whisper of perfection. I squeeze your soft jelly texture, the gentle give enticing. You clean easily, and the box of condoms I bought just for you, ribbed for our pleasure, makes me smile. Don't be scared, I will never find another like you.

With love,

Your Wild Violet