My bath is my sanctuary. I use that bubbly tub of hot water to melt into and wallow in my own mind as my body finally has an opportunity to relax. And there is no better way to clear my mind than with an orgasm. That flash of blissful sensation blanks out an overactive mind. And there is something about cumming in water, being wet and getting wetter.

I got the Sensual Bath Kit for this purpose. All of the contents in the package seemed perfect to accentuate my personal water time. But from the moment I opened the box, I was disappointed. Yet I filled the bath tub to test it out just the same.

As I poured the bubble bath under the facet, it multiplied across the surface of the water. A small amount of liquid produced a fluffy layer of bubbles. Yet they only lasted until I entered the bath. As my body settled into the water, the bubbles dissipated until I could stare at my own legs.

Plus the smell was unpleasant. All of the liquids in the kit-the bubble bath, the body oil, the massage cream-had that same uncomfortable smell. It was not entirely a bad aroma, yet the edge of the scent grated on the inside of my nose. I could not ignore it. It itched at my brain as I tried to dispel my thoughts. And it lingered in the greasy texture of the film on my skin. I could not rid myself of it even when I was dried off.

I did not understand the point of the body oils or massage creams in a bath kit. Both were greasy, heavy on the skin. I could not figure out if the body oil was meant to be a pathetic attempt at lubricant. It simply washed away in the water, as did the massage cream. Neither was of enough quality for me to consider using them outside the water. They ended up being completely pointless.

The vibrator was both the smallest and the least powerful I have ever owned. When I first put the battery in and switched it on, I thought the battery was dying. The vibration was so weak. But even with a brand new battery, it did not improve. My vagina, my clit and my nerves could not register it. It barely twitched. Frustrated, I rubbed the tip of the vibe vigorously over my clit as if it was my own finger to force out my orgasm.

However, the one redeeming element of the kit was the mitt. The long side slid over my flesh like a hundred tiny fingers; the short side was slightly abrasive. It felt wonderful and relaxing. I melted into the water as I stroked my own skin slowly with this second hand. I am such a tactile person that my nerves just hummed happily. The mitt earned a spot hanging in my shower while the rest of the kit was banished to the trash can.