Alas, this was not the ideal toy for me, though I still visit his page often and peruse his girth longingly. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of basing my first ever dildo purchase (I know--congratulations, me!) on a former lover's penis size. I found that my eyes are bigger than my vagina i.e., girth I can handle in a natural cock does not translate to silicone. Oh, the disappointment.

This toy is indeed a beauty. He mesmerized me with his almost translucent paleness and subtle shimmer. He almost seemed like a milquetoast character, threatening to fade away-- until I clasped him in my hand. Even though he is long gone, packed up and sent away, I still remember the dynamic feel of his weight, thickness and give in my hand. I squeezed him and the smoothness, thickness and slight squish was very exciting. I did not need lube for him (non-silicone, if you do). I wanted, needed every winter-pale inch of him inside me, filling the space my lover had left.

My dildo-virgin pussy most emphatically did not agree. She screamed, "What is this giant, white, hard plastic brick you are trying to push up in here?!" Vamp was too much man for me, and that proud and bursting ridge that I love so much on a natural head popped uncomfortably on my pubic bone. My tryst with Vamp was consummated, but not satisfied. I had to beg off and retire to nurse my lady-hoo. He was still as rigid as a farmboy in spring when I last said goodbye, the poor thing.

In conclusion, I can definitely recommend Vamp as an exquisite, perfect gentleman of the highest quality, and I suggest that newbies like me seek out a less robust toy, unless you are accustomed to masturbating with prize cucumbers.