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lly being reminded that what brings them so much pleasure is attached to a name that is SO demeaning? A woman’s orgasm is 99% mental. 99%! So, what self-respecting woman wants to succumb to such demoralizing name-suck? In the end, the womanizer will fail as womanizers inevitably do, and it’s just going to be another thing to store away—>baggage. Note to manufacturer- If you’re going to make a woman’s toy capable of inducing such mind-bending results, name it something else.
I can’t help but read the comments beneath.
I get it. I do. I’m with you, good consumer. If you can find happiness elsewhere, why risk it?
Girl, you’ve got it bad. You need to rip the band-aid and get it over with. Womanizer or not, you’re in deep. Do yourself a favor and see it through.
She’s just trying to protect herself and her future model. Who can blame her? This model sounds like trouble.
You ain’t getting any younger. Safe = sorry in my book. Take a chance.
You’re right, Womanizer is a messed-up name. I’ll be returning mine until the name is changed.
You can’t return a sex toy lickitysplito4. Gross.
This is pathetic. You all are pathetic. You all need to get lives.
Says the troll who just got on this thread and read the whole thing to make a judgmental comment.
I was looking for honest reviews.
Yeah, for a sex toy because you’re in the same “pathetic” boat.
My purchase is for a gag gift.
Sure, because spending over $200 on a gag gift makes perfect sense. At least we’re honest.
This reviewer needs to be honest with herself. She’s falling for the womanizer.
Staring down at her, I wrestle with the fact that she’s wary of me hurting her, and I’m not ignorant as to why, she’d explained it to me the day we had it out on the lawn. Her father was a player, and she sees me in his light. But my hesitancy to commit to anyone is no longer due to my insane schedule or my son.
The truth becomes crystal-clear as I drink her in. She’s the only woman I want.
And if I want any chance with her, I have a lot more to prove.
Clarissa does nothing half-assed, that includes the handling of her heart. What I do know is the less pricey model is fucking going down. I’m going to make damn sure of it. Fingers itching to touch her, I try to reel in what I’m feeling. No matter what steps I take from here on out, if I want her, I have to put both of them first.
Clarissa’s phone buzzes next to her on the bed, and I see it’s Regina Leighton, the mother of the boy hosting Dante’s sleepover. Ignoring the spectacle Kevin’s making outside with the horn, I swipe to answer, making a quick exit out of Clarissa’s bedroom softly shutting her door.
“Hello?”
“Troy?” Dante sniffs. “Where’s Mommy?”
“She’s asleep.”
“C-c-can you wake her up? I need her to come and get me. I don’t w-want to stay here anymore.”
Kevin honks again, and I quickly walk to the front door giving him the finger.
“Hurry the fuck up, man!” He shouts as the rest of the car raises hell.
I turn my back, stepping into the house.
“I’m coming to get you.”
“What?”
“Can you have them text Mommy the address?”
