Every year on 8 March, old men in stuffy suits cut ribbons, light lamps, present glossy reports on gender equality, and then enjoy a few pegs of Black Label for good measure. Even on the one day set aside to recognise women’s achievements and uniqueness, it’s the boys who have all the fun.
Now Yantrick has had enough of this dull, drab state of affairs and wants to propose a rather racy celebration. Women spend a significant amount of our waking hours in self-loathing: we are too plump, too scrawny, our thighs too big, our arms too small, and our pimples too many. So this Saturday let’s love ourselves, appreciate our bodies, and explore. And as your trusted guide to everything techie, Yantrick has found perfect mate to keep you company over the weekend.
Although not many will openly admit to it, but EL James’ bestselling erotic trilogy was no doubt a guilty pleasure for millions of women (and men) around the globe. 50 Shades was single-handedly responsible for climaxing the sales of the mysterious silver balls that Anastasia so titillatingly describes in the scene above.
This neat arousal device - also known as Ben Wa balls, Kegel balls, Burmese balls, Venus balls, Orgasm balls - has been used by women for centuries. 1.5 inches in diameter, the insertable hollow balls are usually attached by a string and come in metal and rubber. Meant to be worn for several hours, they create subtle stimulation prolonging the tease leading to tantalising orgasms. The balls are also used for exercise to strengthen pelvic floor muscles.
Some models come with a controller which allows you to set vibration speed. Clean the precious balls before and after each use and you are ready for long hours of incognito pleasure.
Yantrick’s verdict: both models (with or without controller) - Love Ball (Rs 2,100) and Secret Ball (Rs 3,300) - are available at Sweet Secret, the sex shop in New Road. So make a trip downtown soon.
“Once they’re inside me I can’t really feel them-
but then again I know they’re there.” “How does that feel,” he asks? “Strange good,” I confess, blushing.
Anastasia Steele (50 Shades of Grey, pg 363)