Let me be honest with you, my darlings, because I always am, especially when I’m soaked and shaking after a proper goon ses.
I bought the Terri App-Controlled Tapping Vibrator because I was sick of inadequate lovers tapping out after five hours between my thighs. I’m not one of those whores who pretend to cum from thirty seconds of lazy tongue work.
I need pressure, precision, and relentless repetition. I need an abundance of orgasms and, unless your jaw is made of carbon fibre and your stamina is porn Olympic-tier, chances are you’re not keeping up.
So I took matters into my own hands. Or rather, between my legs. You see, I wanted a toy that could match the energy of a full-on pussy worship session, minus the disappointment. Something that could edge me, read me, fuck me without hesitation, and bring me to those screaming, broken orgasms I chase when I’m three hours deep into a porn loop.
Now, meet Terri. If you’re a regular reader, you’ll know that HoneyPlayBox and I have had some filthy run-ins in the past, which you can read about here in my reviews of the infamous JOI tongue vibrator and the mighty cock ring.
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Unboxing: Cute Enough to Fool Your Flatmates, Powerful Enough to Wreck Your Life
I’ll say this for Honey Play Box: their packaging flirts while hiding straight-up XXX carnage inside. The Terri comes in a candy-pink, high-gloss box that looks like it should contain a Bluetooth speaker or lip gloss collection. It’s soft to the touch, beautifully sealed, and makes you feel like a respectable bitch with expensive taste.
But inside?
- A curved shaft with a bulbous tip that screams G-spot violations
- A little nubbed arm with a vibrating tapper that looks innocent until it’s smashing against your clit like it owes it fuckin’ money
- A charging cable, app instructions, and a storage bag slick enough to toss in your weekend tote without raising eyebrows
It’s sleek, quiet and pure filth in disguise. The moment I held it in my hand, I thought: You’re going to break my little cunt, aren’t you?
Spoiler: It did.
Design: G-Spot Prison, Clit Punishment
Now that it’s outta the box, let’s talk features.
- Tapping nub: Look, this shit doesn’t just buzz; it slaps. This isn’t some gentle flutter but rather tactical clit stimulation. Think of it like a tongue on speed or a heavy metal drummer in a rage.
- Curved shaft: It locks into your G-spot and refuses to budge. The head is thick, smooth, and girthy to ensure your pussy can’t escape stimulation.
- Dual motors: The internal and external vibes hit simultaneously, creating an internal/external loop of destruction.
- App control: Easy to connect. Multiple patterns. Pressure response. Sync with a horny lover if you’re that kind of whore. (I am.)
It’s got weight without being bulky, and it holds its shape no matter how hard you’re clenching. Like, this toy isn’t trying to seduce your pussy but is rather trying to own it.
The Setup: Porn, PMVs, and a Lot of Lube
I don’t test a toy casually; I fuckin’ prepare. It was a Friday night. I was home alone. Phone in airplane mode. Curtains drawn. Mirror angled. Bottle of water. Towel on the bed, not for modesty, but for love juice and slit gush.
I loaded up a 90-minute pussy-eating PMV. One of those loops that start slow with tongue teasing, wet thighs, fingers spreading, and end with close-up convulsions and begging.
I was already wet just thinking about it, but I needed to be soaked for Terri. I lubed her up, two fingers’ worth of water-based slick, especially around the G-spot bulb. Slid her in slowly, let my pussy adjust to the shape. The head found my spot immediately. No fumbling. No searching. Fuck, it was like it had a GPS for sluts.
Then I angled the tapping arm down onto my clit, pressed play, and let porn-fuelled sex toy chaos begin.
Gooning: The Descent into Stim Madness
Within thirty seconds, I was clenching, legs wide, chest heaving, nipples erect. The internal motor pressed hard into my G-spot, and the tapping arm was spanking my clit in perfect rhythm with the slurping sounds onscreen.
It was too much, which meant it was perfect. The nubs inside the shaft kept grinding against me with every breath. I tried moving my hips to control the pressure, but it only made it worse. My whole pussy was locked into a stimulation loop, twitching, fluttering, unable to escape.
I edged once, twice, a third time, gripping the bedframe like a woman possessed. The PMV rolled on with wet mouths, greedy girls, slick thighs. I was drooling. Moaning like I was being bred in public. Blonde hair matted to my neck. Thighs soaked.
The Breaking Orgasm: Terri Wins
I don’t know how long I lasted. Somewhere around the 20-minute mark, I lost the ability to speak. I was sobbing silently, thighs trembling, clit numb but still greedy. My whole pussy felt like it was being fed through a machine designed to extract pleasure and leave nothing behind.
And then it happened. Terri cranked up, either from my pressure or some demon in the app. The tapping got faster. The shaft began pulsing. And my G-spot gave up.
I came screaming. Not moaning. Not gasping. Fuckin’ screaming.
My thighs locked. My back arched. My hips slammed against the toy like it was a person I needed to punish. I squirted so hard it splashed onto the mirror at the foot of my bed. Tears poured down my face. I was a wreck; A glorious, slutty, broken wreck.
I didn’t even take the toy out. I just lay there with the soaking wet Terri still tapping, body twitching, sobbing, soaked. That orgasm hummed in my bones for hours.
Recovery: Hydration, Aftercare, and Reverence
I eventually slipped Terri out, kissed her head like a priestess honouring a holy relic, and dropped her gently into a bowl of warm, soapy water.
My bed looked like the aftermath of a perverted porn scene. The towel was soaked with slit juice. My thighs were shining. My brain was empty in the best way.
I curled up in a robe, sipping water, still occasionally giggling at the fact that a toy finally gave me what half the men I’ve met only pretend to offer.
No jaw cramps. No apologies. No stopping. Just consistent, ruthless, perfect pussy punishment.
Final Verdict on the Terri Vibrator
Terri isn’t for the faint of heart, and she’s not here to be gentle. Fuck no, she’s here to turn your G-spot into a punching bag and treat your clit like it stole something.
The nubs on the shaft make internal stimulation non-negotiable. You don’t slide away from this toy; you get pinned. The tapping arm hits hard and fast, not fluttery like some air pulse gimmick. This feels like a tongue with a vengeance. The app lets you run custom programs, switch on patterns, or sync it to your partner for even deeper filth rituals.
And the orgasms? Violent. Relentless. Real.
I haven’t shed tears from a toy’s orgasmic abilities for a while, but the Terri broke me open like a fruit.
Caveats for the Uninitiated
Let me keep shit real and tell you that this is not a nervous newbie’s toy. If you’ve never explored G-spot play, prepare to feel invaded in the roughest way. If your G-spot is sensitive, the tapping may push you over the edge fast without mercy.
And while the app is easy to use, it’s not perfect. Expect a learning curve if you’re switching between modes mid-orgasm (which I was, repeatedly, with very slippery fingers).
Also, unlike the Vibrosa, the Terri is not silent. It’s discreet, but not whisper-quiet. You’ll want music or background noise if you’re playing in shared spaces. But honestly? If your concern is volume, you’re probably not the target audience for a toy that makes you squirt and cry tears of orgasmic fuckin’ joy at the same time.
