There’s a secret to fisting, to why people love it, if the hand and the body fit together just so. That fit, or the work that it might take to get there, may not happen to everyone, leaving them wondering why, even after the how has been revealed. Size queens, big deal, not for me, they may say. It’s understandable. It’s a lot of work to get there for most, and if BIGGER! is not on someone’s agenda keeping them up at night and guiding their every move in the world, the Olympian training program might not seem worth the effort.
The thing is, though, it’s not always about bigger. Sometimes it’s about the thrilling pushing past of an insistent object, that heart-palpitating moment of what feels like a lifetime’s first penetration every single time, followed by the smooth slide of the rest of it, giving ease while the mass finds a home deep inside, both trapped and protected by the wrap of the muscles around the wrist. You both breathe, and accept that nothing is impossible. When the muscles relax enough to trust that acceptance beaten out by your hearts, you can both move, little by little, and then when ready, move a lot, reversing the world-shattering motion and repeating it, over and over again, creating and destroying and creating the world. Together.
There are books and poems and websites devoted to the passion and emotion experienced by devotees of this act and its alchemy. I won’t go any further in that direction in what is meant to be a simple little dildo review. What I will do is point out the fact that, as with any great art form, there is a technical trick or two behind the magic of why fisting feels the way it does. And the Tantus Duke replicates that trick. (One of them.) What I think is really cool about this toy is that it allows someone who may never be interested in something like fisting to enjoy one of the nicest parts of the experience, without all the Olympic training. They don’t want this sport at this year’s Olympics, anyway.
The technical details of the Duke: it’s a straight, smooth, semi-phallic platinum silicone dildo of moderate length (6.5″) and girth (1 1/4″ to 1 7/8″, more about that later). It has a harness-friendly base, with a bullet space for those who appreciate a little vibration with their penetration, and comes in a pearlescent purple or teal. (The teal is jaw-droppingly beautiful: more toys should come in colors other than pink, pink, pink, or pink.) It’s nice and firm like most of Tantus‘ single-density toys. The shaft of the toy is a frosted matte, and the head is slick and shiny, which makes for easy entry providing things are adequately lubricated. These are all great qualities in a toy, pretty, safe, multi-functional, but the most pertinent fact here is the shape. The Duke is mushroom-headed, with a nicely flared corona and plump frenulum that bellies out. If you have a g-spot or a prostate, this feature will drive it crazy as it slides back and forth over it–but that’s not all. Most toys with this sort of shape have a shaft that is more than a little uninspired, or maybe just neglected. A shaft with the same diameter all the way up and down can be pistoning at the speed of a porn star and, if the head itself is not coming in and out of the body, feel exactly like it’s not moving at all. This is not a problem with the Duke; the shaft increases oh so gradually toward the head, smoothly, gently. Almost like a wrist. It’s a subtle grade, but it’s there, and it must be on purpose. Right, Tantus? You knew about this trick?
When a wrist suddenly flares out into the width of a balled hand at the opening of someone’s body, something happens, as I said before. The heart jumps. It’s the feeling of “I don’t know If I can do this I CAN TOTALLY DO THIS I AM MAGIC” and then back again. It’s intimacy-making and empowering and joyful and strength-affirming. It’s the rush people chase. A large part of this is the intimacy; sometimes it’s all about the intimacy. But part of it is the simple, evil little trick of a slow expansion to a great and dramatic flaring out and open, past the opening of the body, past the erectile, chemical-producing nodes right inside, and then deeply in toward the spine, what many people would call the very center of the body. It might have to do with the fact that the orifices of our bodies are designed to handle not only nicely moderate forms of penetration but to, in dramatic life-or-death situations, act as the gateway to much bigger things. I once read someone describing giving birth to their child and taking what they called a hologram print of the child’s body as it rushed through that gate. I may not have given birth, or be speaking specifically of vaginal sex here at all, but I understand this deeply. I do think of acts of sex as being acts of love–partner-love, self-love, humanity-love. I do think that playing with a toy is a willful act of sex and love. I do think that learning an art form allows us to study its neat little tricks and apply them to our self-expression and communication with the world. If someone would like to venture into the more cosmic applications of penetrative play, they could do worse than to start with the Duke. It will let them explore their inner space and strength, and share that with partners if desired. It’s just a little trick, but sometimes that trick is everything we need to start dancing. And if they want more, well, there’s always more, isn’t there? That’s another secret to pleasure. There is always more. It starts from within.
(Deborah Addington’s book A Hand in the Bush, and Bert Herrman’s Trust: The Hand Book are good places to start if someone wants to go further.)
Grade: A-fucking-plus, and thank you!!
This review was written by Antoinette Elizabeth, a sex educator and Pleasure Chest employee.
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