The inside of the heart had tiny jelly prongs that stuck out everywhere, one longer than the rest. It would be like a hundred little fingers tickling me over. I would have to do no actual work myself. I even imagined hiding it under my clothes. Little did I know the heartache ahead.

The vibe power was mild at best and I was never able to climax. The entire heart vibrated so I was not able to feel any sensations localized at my clitoris and instead felt it over the entire vaginal opening. I’m not sure I can even think of a time this would be beneficial, unless for some reason you wanted to numb your snatch. And that’s exactly what eventually happened. I didn’t even feel the urge to finish off with something else. I would then go to wash it, only to find the straps would remain soaking wet. I had to leave it out to dry! Heaven forbid someone swing by and see THAT out! Yikes!

While the straps are adjustable, they are made of such cheap elastic that they stretch out and fringe to the point of breaking. They also twist while wearing and tangle while stored. I was never actually able to get them tight enough that I wouldn’t have to hold the sweetheart myself. What is the point of straps that don’t work? I eventually (only shortly after purchasing and using a few times) gave up on them and cut them right off. Holding it on myself eliminated the hassle of untangling, climbing in, un-twisting and tightening. At this point however, the Sweetheart not only numbed my vagina but also my fingertips.

After all was said and done, I removed my re-chargeable AA batteries (surely they would be put to better use elsewhere), wrapped it up in newspaper and duct tape, and tossed it into the trash. I had given up all interest or desire to ever try it again.