When I first met Juliane, I was entirely underwhelmed. It's not because she didn't arrived in classy packaging. Clothed in black with a sophisticated flower motif and topped with a silver band declaring her name to the world, Juliane was every bit sleek. That exterior also provided a window inside and I saw it wasn't just fancy wrapping to distract; Juliane looked sleek with not-quite-white porcelain skin, alluring curves and that same flower motif tattooed on in pink. I'd be lying if I tried to say she wasn't pretty, beautiful even. She just wasn't breathtaking. Her style, while every bit sophisticated, was more understated than my usual type.

I knew I had to get to know her before making any assumptions and spent some time with her. She shed her boxy apparel, and I admired the curvature of her head, her porcelain skin and the pink hue of the flower tattooed on her front. She wasn't thick (1 1/2" diameter) but her body was thicker than similar girls I've known; her head was wasn't oddly disproportionate for her height (7 3/4" length). Yet, she was uniquely light in weight.

Running my fingers over her, she felt rigid, cool and slick. I knew she'd feel larger than girls with softer skin and that she wasn't really meant for feverish thrusting. I felt, on either side, a lazy "S" shaped ridge. I could just barely discern the shape of her flower. I knew her to be one that didn't require much priming but I also knew she'd be compatible with any lube, if I chose to use it. I could feel the gloss beneath my fingers, knew it to be impenetrable (non-porous) yet I could see beneath the glaze and pick out tiny imperfections beneath the surface. This didn't attract from her appearance; rather, it made her appear unique the way a beauty mark sets apart twin sisters.

It wasn't long before I had her opening up and turned on; it didn't take much (only 2 AAAs). Our chatter was quickly buzzing (Juliane always used an acceptable indoor voice) and I learned how to press her button (only one for power and function). At first, at a low hum but I urged her on and she buzzed with even more fervor. More prompting and she was buzzing intermittently, a slow pulse, followed by a series of long then short bursts and, finally, a quick pulse. I knew more prompting would turn her off and we'd have to start all over again.

Previously I might have written her off at too high in frequency, perhaps too shallow for my needs but I knew I'd be taking her to a spot that had become much more sensitive to vibrations. For a clitoral vibrator, Juliane wouldn't cut it but, for internal stimulation, I held out hope.

My hope was rewarded generously! Juliane was easy to insert and her curved neck easily hugged my pubic bone, firmly. Because her button was slightly off center, it was easy to tell which way she was facing and control position. I had no need to insert her very far (my g-spot is quite shallow) and I was even able to angle her body upward for some light stimulation of my vulva. Her gentle ridges were difficult to feel but that didn't matter. In mere seconds and on the lowest setting, Juliane had me squirting. I was completely surprised, bordering on embarrassed. I had the feeling that Juliane knew exactly what she was doing.

It was with smiles that I helped her clean up. Her slick body was extremely easy to wipe down and attracted no lint whatsoever. Because she'd an extreme aversion to water, I tried not to get her wet but found it difficult. I would recommend cleaning her only with toy wipes or a cleaning spray which does not need to be rinsed off, especially if you have a tendency to drop your slippery toys in your sink like I do.

We parted ways for a short while; I considered our experience together. I wondered whether it was a fluke. I knew I had to try again. So I invited her for one more rendez-vous and, to my amazement, my experience repeated itself. Within seconds she had me squirting. I amazed in our combined abilities and, reveled in our accomplishments despite the lack of orgasm. Who needs orgasm when you can squirt like that?

It was then that I knew I would take Juliane with me wherever my journey may lead. I think she knew it as well as she'd brought her own luggage - a microfiber bag in black with matching suede straps to cinch. She even had it labeled with her (last) name - "Lovemoiselle"; this bag was perfectly tailored and was unmistakeably hers, perhaps, as was I.

Although Lovemoiselle says that ceramic warms to body temperature faster than glass, I found that it doesn't warm quite as much. I actually quite prefer this because glass (and metal) has a tendency to get a bit too hot to the touch from body temperature alone. As you can imagine, this property lends itself well to temperature play and you can pop Juliane in the refrigerator or wrap her in something warm but should never microwave her!