I did it; I went against my better judgement and cheated on my favorite lube. System JO H2O Personal Lube for Women seemed like a good choice based on the packaging. Well, proof that cheating never works out...I strongly dislike this lube! Also, this teaches me to not judge a book by it's cover. I did what every great sex machine does and waited until the last minute to pick up some of my BLF (best lube forever). I stopped into my local adult toy shop. Gasp! They did not have it!!!! I had to go with a NEW lube (cue the horror movie music).

The display for the JO product line looks quite impressive and sleek. The bottles are all very discrete and shine like a toy on Christmas morning under all the lights. I carefully read all of the ingredients and found it to be pretty safe from an allergy/sensitivity standpoint. It is a water based lube that claims to have a "silicone feel". It is also supposed to provide a slight warming sensation, as if sex isn't already hot enough! The ingredient list includes: Propyl Paraben, Methyl Paraben, Sodium Carboxy Methyl Cellulose, Glycerin, Purified Water. So basically wax, sugar and water. Anyway, as I mentioned before, the packaging is great and I really liked the fact that it had a pump for dispensing. The bottle is relatively small, standing at about 5-6 inches, so it can be stored anywhere. It is clear with no odor and very slight sweet taste.

I rubbed it on my palm after getting it home and at first I got a twinkle in my eye. That twinkle changed to the sound of a record album getting scratched to a halt when my hands got stuck together. Ok, maybe stuck is an exaggeration, but it definitely did not glide like my sweet Gun Oil lube. So, being the optimistic little sex kitten that I am, I figured I would still give it a try with my husband. First problem: the old "slippery finger can't control the pump" situation. Result: bottle flies to the floor. Nothing that a little giggle can't fix, but the application and the attempted sex that followed was a bit more comical. For the first five to ten seconds that my husband was inside me I still had hope. It became obvious that we were coming to a sticky halt soon thereafter. It became more and more like fucking with corn syrup! Slower and slower, stickier and sticker. Needless to say, no fireworks occurred until I reached for what was the absolute last drop of my BLF. Only one drop of my Gun Oil lasted a good hour. Sorry Jo - no sticky, tacky sex in my bedroom.