The Eleven may not be for everyone on account of its girth and imposing appearance, but those who've experienced it are nearly always blown away by its magnificence. I was first introduced to nJoy's toy line by our old friend Sasha Darling, who had a Pure Wand (which I called the Comma). After getting to see the effectiveness of a ball of steel directly against the gspot of several friends (coaxing gushing orgasms out of nearly all of them) I was a convert, already spreading the good word of nJoy and toys that will outlive you. (Seriously…steel…you'll be giving this to your grandchildren in your will. [And what a bequeathing that will be!])
When the Eleven crossed my field of vision, I began to covet it. Immediately. I knew what I could do with the Pure Wand, and I knew its limitations. The Eleven, though, looked like something I could keep in a holster. Between my fingers and the Pure Wand I'd become a bit known for being able to coax gspot orgasms out of nearly every female game to try. The Eleven would take this to the next level. I felt it. I knew it. I coveted.
At around $300 (and rarely on sale) this is a luxury purchase. It's the most expensive toy I've ever procured, certainly. With that kind of price point it needs to not be good, it needs to be EXCEPTIONAL. Impressively, the nJoy Eleven truly is exceptional. When it arrived at my front door, I tingled like Christmas morning, even though I knew it wouldn't be causing direct contact pleasure for me. This was a “giver” toy for me. (And I still hesitate to call it a toy, I think LELO's term Pleasure Object has never been more apt.) Marilyn was the first person I used it on, so it was rather a gimme that she'd soak the Liberator Throe we had down. This shouldn't diminish the impressiveness of the speed and extent of the gspot orgasms that resulted, however. The volume and frequency of the orgasms (using volume both as a sound indicator and fluid indicator here [FTW]) was staggering, as was the quickness we got to the first one.
I should back up.
I've said in the past that the Eleven is like a baby's arm holding an apple cast in steel. And that horrifying image only gives you an idea of the size. The actual object is beautiful to behold. The curves and contours, like an elongated S, with slightly bigger serif on one end than the other. And there's waves on one side that can either be a grip (which is handy once the Eleven gets soaked [or lubed]). There isn't a seam, or a spot of imperfection. It's as though someone cracked open a meteor and out pulled the Eleven in full from the molten center. Perhaps it was forged by the Dwarves of Moria. Or was folded into existence out of Valyrian Steel. (That ought to satisfy my geeky quotient for this review.)
It is glorious to look at. As well as imposing. For as imposing as it is, however, I'm told the smoothness of the balls on each end are often gentle. (That is, until I REALLY get going and their eyes roll back and I find myself in an inch of water.) Since it is steel, it retains heat and cold incredibly well. While some friends I know let warm water run over it before using to cut the default cold, I prefer to warm it in my hands, or under my legs, but still leave a bit of a chill, and allow my playmate's own internal furnace heat it. Occasionally, at the end of a play session, it feels almost too hot to touch.
“But yes, Cooper, you're crafting a review almost entirely out of hyperbole and parenthesis (and brackets), but what does the nJoy Eleven actually DO?”
Besides be amazing, dear reader? Well, the Eleven is a functional dildo that's contoured and targeted for gspot stimulation. I'm sure it could also be used anally, but alas I've never been brave enough to try. For women who simply don't get the whole gspot fascination, you'll be filled by this object, and will feel it. For those whose gspot has not yet awakened, perhaps the steady sliding of its smaller end in and out will reach deep within that cluster of nerves and alert them that it's time to awaken. Or not. Perhaps you'll just enjoy feeling FULL and well fucked by the pleasure object to end all pleasure objects.
Should you buy it? Yes. Provided it doesn't mean that you have to skip a car payment for the month. It should be in your hands. Arriving in its leather satchel, lined with satin. I should get commission on the number of women who, after an encounter with me and the nJoy Eleven, go out and buy one for themselves. But I don't. I do it for the love. Because, all hyperbole aside, it's quite refreshing to see the care and skill that went into a toy of this beauty and quality.
And I can hold it above my head and proclaim “I HAVE THE POWER!”
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