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The Moon Plug is beautiful. The plug is cobalt blue at the tip and fades to clear at the base. I have the urge to display it. It’s so pretty that it goes beyond tchochtke; it’s an objet d’art. It’s true—I’ve shown it to all my friends.

It comes in a well-padded faux-velvet bag with a pull-string closure. I love sex toys that come in travel bags because I’m more likely to use a sex toy that comes with a travel bag; that way I can toss it in my purse to use with my next date.

The fact that it’s glass means it keeps at room temperature, which feels cool to any body parts that happen to have a lot of 98.6˚F blood flowing in them. It warms quickly, but not so fast that the cool sensation is lost. I plan on experimenting with the fridge, freezer, and hot water with this sexy little toy.

Glass also means it can be easily cleaned and sterilized if I want to share it with others. I love me a sex toy that can go in the dishwasher—it’s so pleasant to open the dishwasher after a completed cycle to see clean sex toys ready to be dirtied again in all the right ways.

As with all things that go in the butt, it should be lubed to ease entry. The surface is smooth, and the width of the plug at its widest is about an inch, so not much is needed to get it in its proper resting position. The small diameter of the flared base allows for easy pussy penetration when the plug is in place.  This was confirmed when I brought the plug along on a date with a gentleman friend. He had no problem accessing my pussy either in missionary position or from behind when the toy was in place.

While the toy was in my ass, I had no worries that it’d slip, fall, or be pushed out. I tend to bear down when I’m getting fucked, yet the plug stayed firmly in place. I soon realized that I could get my pussy pounded with complete confidence that the little plug would stay in place. And complete confidence makes for hot sex.

When it was in my ass and something was in my pussy, it caused just the right amount of stimulation to make me come really hard. Or, if clitoral and vaginal stimulation weren’t enough to put me over the edge, I lubed up and popped the pretty little thing in my ass and came within seconds.

Upon reading up on the subject of long-term butt plug wear in the second edition of Tristan Taormino’s The Ultimate Guide for Anal Sex for Women, I’ve been reminded that a butt plug of a flexible material that can move with the body is optimal for training the butt over an extended period of time.  I’ll have to reserve this little glass gem for relatively short – but frequent – stays in my bum.

It was going to be one of those days. Despite the sunshine and blue sky, I definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed—and late too. I spilled my coffee. I couldn't find anything to wear to work. And then came the ding. It was the little reminder on my iPhone: your toy review is due today. Crap. So I grabbed the little velvet bag, shoved it in my coat pocket, and ran out the door to the office. I'd figure something out.

At lunch, I slipped into the men's room and extracted the Moon Plug from its padded velvet bag. Neither the morning nor my mood had grown any brighter since the fanfare of my red-carpet late arrival at work. And here was the last thing I needed to worry about: a gorgeous little mushroom-shaped glass butt plug. Well, I am pretty good at multi-tasking, so with a shrug of the shoulders, I shoved it up my ass and headed back to my desk.

The change in demeanor was almost instantaneous. Of course, I always love how deliveries to the back door make the front doorbell ring, but I was unprepared for the smile that had spread across my face. Apparently, everybody else noticed my attitude adjustment as well, particularly the co-worker across from me. She kept glancing quizzically at me as I hummed. The radio in the office was playing, and I somehow managed to match my typing to the beat of the music. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. "What's up?" she asked. I became suddenly aware that I must have some kind of guilty look on my face.

"Just working," I replied, an eyebrow raised and my head cocked a bit to the side. That answer did not satisfy her curiosity. She blatantly stared, lips pursed expectantly. "I am working, but it's for the other job," I said. She knows about my moonlighting as a toy tester. It took her minute, but as I watched her eyes widen, I knew she got it. I think she mumbled "Bastard!" under her breath. I just beamed at her.

So about the Moon Plug... It is gorgeous with a beautiful blue fade that matches my eyes. Were I not at the office, I'd bend down and show you how close of a match it is. (Yes, I am that flexible... and yes, I know what you're thinking, and I can also do that.) Anyway, about an hour into it, I began to worry that the Moon Plug's diminutive size might turn out to be a problem. That flange did seem rather slight. But I hadn't detected any problem yet. I could still feel it exactly where I left it. Besides, a really good song came on the radio, and I was enjoying grooving out to it in my chair too much to get up and go check in the men's room.

This plug really is the perfect size for discreet play. It's subtle and sensuous yet packs enough punch to remind you constantly of its presence. Neither the toy nor its, um, effects proved to be unwieldy. I would highly recommend this plug for anybody new to anal play. And it was definitely made for anybody who considers having to go to work to be a giant pain in the ass. It's done more for me than my Aeron chair and ergonomic keyboard combined.

The day flew by. I watched a really fascinating PowerPoint presentation and then had a couple of really good meetings. There was a run to the post office, where I wished everybody "Happy Holidays" as I patiently waited in that long line. I powered through a ton of emails. I thoroughly enjoyed doing everything in my inbox. As I type this review, I realize that little moon has been shining inside me for nearly four hours now. This isn't exactly how I pictured my fantasy of mooning the office, but I think this version worked out better for all involved.

Despite some withering looks from my co-worker, it has turned out to be a wonderful day. I've even figured out what I'm going to get that jealous bitch across from me for Christmas (With a twinkle in my eye: "Here you go. Now shove it up your ass."). And I can't believe the day is already over! I know what I'm going to be doing when I get home.

Hand-blown glass delights me. I have a collection of gorgeous vases, candlesticks, bracelets, rings, and water pipes. When purchasing glass, I look for one-of-a-kind pieces that serve both as beautiful art as well as functional products that provide a legitimate service. I hate knick-knacks. Recently, I have become excited and transfixed by the growing trend of glass art transitioning from galleries to the adult toy industry.

When I received the Moon Anal Plug, I smiled instantly because I knew this little gem would fit right into my collection and expectations. Its color matched one of my other favorite glass toys, as well as the fantastic bracelet that I was planning on wearing to dinner that evening. (Yes, I think about the aesthetic of whether my sex toys match my outfit. You don't?) The size of the plug was absolutely perfect for what I had in mind. I was grateful to see its stem, as I knew it was the perfect design to help keep the toy in place. The small size assured me that I could handle wearing it for what I was sure would be extended adventure.

I began primping for the evening. Usually this routine is a nuisance in my busy schedule, but tonight I found devious joy in attending to all the dirty details. I shaved, plucked, trimmed, and fleeted my body to hygienic perfection. I also powdered and lubed before I pulled on my velvety black stockings and bent over to slide the Moon Plug into my awaiting anus. The glass plug slipped right in smoothly. It felt cool and comfortable in my ass—this type of first impression with a toy is always a great sign that I am only going to enjoy it more as the night moves on. I pulled on my black lace panties with a smirk and slinked into my silk dress and heels. I touched up my makeup, styled my hair, and greeted my date with an eager smile when he came to pick me up. If I had to dine with so-called proper folk (not to mention having to stress over which fork to use), I knew I wouldn’t be the only one with something stuck up their ass.

By the end of the evening, a good time was had by all—especially me.