This is Doxy, my partner in crime over the past 8 years. I hunted it down across multiple continents. Brought it to 500-person parties, murder basements, dungeons, and every date I've ever been to. This toy needs to come with one of those clicky counters so you can keep track of orgasms. My estimate, between the two of the same toy (one of which I wore down), is that the counter would be at over 300 orgasms (given) at the very least.
In my last year of university in the UK, I was working at a busy high street sex shop. Very knowledgeable colleagues with wide access to testing different toys held Doxy (the plastic version at the time) as a monumental god figure. My early memory with the toy is of my colleague sneaking off to the storage closet with one of those toys over the lunch break. It's funny to remember now how exciting that was!
In my last month of working there, the Die Cast model arrived. The shiny brushed metal body of the toy spoke to my motorcycle-loving soul. In comparison to purple, pink, and God knows what colored toys, this tool with a body of raw, exposed aluminum and a black head looked like some sacred thing only the highest of elites would have.
As I was leaving, the question of the last staff discount order came to me. The choice was between getting a set of oh-so-very-expensive electric stimulation toys or finally treating myself to a Doxy, and the electrostim toys won.
Months later, I found myself laying eyes on a Die Cast again in Portland, yet the $250 kangaroo leather whip in my luggage had taken its place in my budget.
It took me coming back to the UK and cheating on the store where I worked (oops) to finally get my hands on the Doxy!
By then, I already had my community of pervs in Moscow, where I had moved. If you can imagine my excitement of bringing back this truly magic wand home, you can also imagine my disappointment when all my partners were busy the week of my arrival!
"Well, it's just you and me." The idea of using vibration on the penis years ago was somehow not an obvious one to me. I opened some porn, got comfortable, and touched myself with the wand for the first time. The magic took over, and oh, how quickly it became obvious why girls don't watch porn. The full-body, stars-in-eyes, and colors-flashing feeling was NOT the same as from a hand or a stroker. In 30 seconds, what I can only describe as my first clit orgasm took over.
My community was thriving, and at a house party that sparked a future 2000-person event, I introduced the wand to my blogger friends. They were the first in the country to do sex education and sex toy influencer things online, which meant the toy distributors were in touch… and this is how I accidentally got Doxy imported to Russia. (Or so I prefer to think :))
