I just got one of these babies and let me tell you... wow! Nuff said. Really. There is nothing left to say, except excuse me I need to slip out of the room for a little priv-a-cy with my new toy.

Actually, after I look at that picture of the Finger vibrator, there is more to say. It doesn't look good in the picture :-(

Let me tell you more. It's a finger cuff... kinda like a little extra finger that lies underneath your favorite diddly meta carpal. It's small and white plastic with a removable soft-nibbed cover. You get a few of those, so I suppose if you left it around and weren't sure what adventures it had seen while out of your site you could change to a fresh new finger tip. I doubt I'll have to change mine ever.

Anyway it's THE gift you should give to HER. Don't make a big deal of it, and make sure you give it wrapped inits original packaging.  And after gifting it , NEVER ask about it. Trust me, it's getting serious use and you WILL see the rewards in her ongoing appreciation of your generosity :-)

UPDATE: haha guys this thing works awesome on men too! I just "demonstrated" my fingerator to a "friend" who happened to be lying on my massage table with a rather attentive appendage looking for some relief. Our chit chat had touched on how my job was priceless and forever... society would always need massage girls. Anyway I said that while they may always need massage girls, massage girls won't always need men because of my fingerator! Hahah but he was so intrigued with it, and he was so ready for it, and my hands were in charge anyway.... so we proved a point! Wow... now I would normally take credit since it was MY finger doing the movements, but honestly I almost got off watching him release! I suppose I am getting conditioned... bizzzz on my finger an ooooooh... my body knows what's coming soon! LOL guys he shot faster than I do, and wanted to buy it off me for $50!  Not a chance!

Check out the fingerator but most importantly, TELL ME YOUR FINGERATOR ADVENTURES! I want to hear them!

My name is Carol. That's my real name, and it is so "unsexy" that I never use it professionally so no one will know me anyway. As Carol, I had a husband of 4 years when I started in the massage parlor business. Things were ok as a wife back then, or so I thought. What did I know?

Since getting married he had the job, and I took care of things. He liked the "traditional woman" and since that was all I ever knew about him I went along with it. I had worked odd jobs through school, and after graduating I started as a teacher (what I was trained for) but didn't like it. The pay was poor, the demands were unrealistic, and I learned I really didn't like "little parents" as I came to call the children. They were so much like their parents in their little evil ways that after a while I just saw them as mini-parents. After all, that is what they actually are. They are destined to become just like the role models that raised them.

So he had this job and I had to drive him there and pick him up. And I shopped and cooked and cleaned. He made ok money, but nothing spectacular. He worked a lot. He used to say "another day, another $300" because basically that is what he made for a full day's work - about $300. What I hadn't thought through at the time was that I was doing so much additional work to support his going to work, that when you counted in my time "we" were working for some pretty low wages.

On weekends when things got fiery (as things sometimes get between a couple) he would always "go to the office". I took it as his way of being by himself. I resented it sometimes, but when he left I was left alone too, and we cooled off. I never doubted that he actually went to work. As I recall there were plenty of times someone from the office commented how they saw him there, or I called him and he answered, or he called me or a mutual friend and the caller ID showed where he was. It was never a concern of mine. I'm usually pretty good at telling a lie, and I never worried about him that way.

Well one weekend he started off to the office and I thought I might have a chance to run off and be free and leave him home, so I said so. I'll take the car, and you stay home. "Fine", he said, "and after you make $300 for your time you can come home". Huh. I hadn't thought of that, and didn't actually think that was such a fair thing to say to me like that. But I didn't think and just said "ok" and drove off. I was free!

Or so I thought. That $300 comment really stuck with me. It was a challenge. It was not the kind of little challenge that you may or may not meet, and ,may or may not lead to some bragging rights or failure shame or whatever. This was a challenge with long term consequences. This was a gauntlet - if I didn't achieve a $300 miracle, I would not have any say in the matter ever again. I'd have to suck up and accept his rule and his way for ever. But, if I made $300 for my day, I'd level the playing field. After that, I could choose what to do in the future. This was a challenge I had to meet.

But how was I going to make $300 on a Sunday?

I had a friend who owned a restaurant. I would borrow the money, and say I earned it waiting tables. She would back me up. She would also give me a good meal, and an ear to listen to my complaining. So I went to the restaurant.

When I got there my fiend was away on travel. Her brother was managing the place for a week while she was gone, and since I knew him pretty well I told him of my story and how I actually thought I'd bum a meal off his sister hah hah and needed to make $300. He laughed and offered to help me out. That was nice. He was a pretty decent cook and he personally made me a veal dish and we sat to chat at a table. As I was polishing off the last of my string beans he slipped away to the register and counted out some cash and put it into an envelope and returned to the table.

"I have this for you, but I have to say I don't think this is right", he said to me.

"Oh?", I said, trying to ease him into telling me more. It worked.

"Well, you have a real situation there, and it sounds like you understand it and your man very well. I respect that about you. Most people in this world has mistaken views of how things are, and that leads them to make mistakes. In your case, I think this is an opportunity, and one which I don't like to see you miss."

Hmmmmm... I thought to myself. What is this guy taking about? "I'm listening", I said. I sipped from my water glass.

"Well", he restarted a bit more quietly than before. "You have been challenged to show you can earn cash when you need to. You see that clearly, and it bothers you as I think it should. You have become dependent on this guy, and he is willing to confront you with that. It's really best for you that you address it. Do you want to be dependent on him, or not? I think that is what he has challenged you with. Either accept him as he is or show him you don't need him. I don't question you guys' love and commitment and all that, but clearly there is a message here that you're not the only one bored with your dependency on him."

He had a point. He was brighter than his sister. I wish she had never gone away.

"What does he do to earn $300 a day", he asked.

"He's a manager", I said, "and he manages contracts and stuff and they pay him pretty well."

He looked intrigued. "So that's pre-tax", he said with a smile. "He earns $300 for the day, pre-taxes. that's about $240 cash equivalent. On a good night, if I gave you the right tables, you could earn that working here. Not tonight, and certainly not during the day, but a few nights a week it's possible."

I was starting to wonder if he was going to give me the cash he held in his hand. And how much it actually was. I needed $300. Was I wasting precious time chatting with this guy? But what choice did I have? Anyway, it seemed he was leading up to something I could not predict, which meant I had to stay and find out what it was.

"What else can you do to earn, and I mean earn, $300 today?" he asked. I didn't know of any way, which is why it all started as an unfair challenge. I could certainly set myself up on some career path to eventually earn $300 per day, as my man had done with my help, but that's not as hard as scoring $300 TODAY. I told him that.

"But you have a secret weapon that your man will never have, and this may be the time for you to learn that", he said. "You have a way to earn $300 at any time, with no planning, and no consequences, according to your own choices, and in a way that your man can never do. And he knows it, and so does everyone else."

Wow. He had a point. But what the hell was it?