A girl, a shower massager, and her willing-to-get-wet beau — nothing could be more blissful for these lovebirds.

I love my shower. I can’t say that enough. I worship the glass walls and the blue-and-white tiles. I adore the cobalt fixtures. But mostly, I love the shower massager. Perhaps this is cliché, but I think there is nothing as sublime as surrendering to the perfect pressure of a well-placed shower faucet. Mine is particularly special. I did a great deal of research ahead of time before purchasing this exact style most suited for my desires. If I could have test-driven one, I would have. As it was, I read every review I could find, until I knew that this device was the one for me.

Usually, I give myself orgasms at the end of the day. I work hard, I play hard, and then I get into the... Leer Más