Some toys belong in the bedroom, but this one belongs in your handbag, your carry-on, and ideally, inside you during every single work meeting you’re forced to endure sober.
Meet the Vibrosa from Honey Play Box: a slick, smart, G-spot-obsessed egg vibe that delivers pressure-sensing pleasure via Bluetooth, a whisper-quiet motor, and just enough elegance to pass as a luxury skincare device… until you’re gripping your desk with your thighs clenched and your stockings soaked.
I bought it with one thing in mind: functional degeneracy.
Because I don’t just like to cum right away; where’s the fun in that? No, I’m a Goonette, and I like to stay edged at work. I like to leak through a spreadsheet. I like to edge while pretending to read emails. I like to pretend I’m normal during a meeting while my cunt flutters around something obscene.
And, my dear horny reader, I am not normal. But thanks to Vibrosa, I’m productive.
Table of Contents
Unboxing: Pornstar Barbie Meets High-End Cosmetics
Let’s start with the unboxing experience, because Honey Play Box did not come to play around. The two-tone pink box looks like it belongs in a designer makeup boutique. The artwork on the front gives it the playful, wink-wink innocence of a forbidden toy aisle from your youth.
Inside, nestled in a silk compartment, is the gold carrying pouch, a sleek, shimmery sack that feels like it should hold jewellery, but actually holds your new sordid friend, the Vibrosa vibe, and its charger.
Unboxing this toy and seeing the see-through section on the front of the box reminded me of those moments in years gone by, buying limited-edition action figures, but this time, the action figure goes inside you and makes you cum so hard you have to sneak off to change your tights.
Design & Features: Pillow Grip for the Porn-Obsessed Pussy
Let’s talk about form factor, because this thing is deceptively evil.
The egg-shaped core is plump and curved, with a soft outer silicone that feels like a pair of perverted pillows gripping your G-spot from both sides.
The tail is sleek and flexible, housing a surprisingly gentle external vibrator that targets the clit without blowing out your cover in the middle of a conference call.
The app controls are intuitive and allow for pressure-sensing, pattern-based, or manual control, meaning you can edge yourself with surgical precision or go full porn whore-mode depending on the mood.
It charged in under 2 hours and runs quietly as a secret whispered down your ear at a creampie gangbang. Oh, and it fits perfectly against that spot that makes my hips twitch!
The Office Sex Toy Test: A Very Productive Workday
I wore it on a Wednesday at my day job as a marketing manager, because Wednesdays are meetings, paperwork, and strategic edging between email chains.
I slipped it in after my morning shower, already wet just from the anticipation of secret filth, and synced it to the HoneyPlayBox app on my phone. Then I slid into my black satin bra, a pair of thigh-high hold-ups, and a tight grey pencil skirt that promised respectability and concealed absolute porn-tier chaos underneath.
I arrived at the office ten minutes early, parked at my desk with a fresh oatmilk latte and my noise-cancelling headphones, and loaded up a PMV playlist that included everything from slow-burn tease edits to full-blown breeding-core.
The first hour was a dream: Slow pulses against my G-spot, like it was being pinched between two soft, desperate fingers, while the clit vibe hummed against me like a whisper I couldn’t ignore.
I wasn’t trying to cum; I was just living in the edge. Focused. Dripping. Productive.
The Intern Discretion Test
Somewhere around 11:30am, I lost track of my breathing. The pressure feedback kicked in, meaning the harder I clenched, the more it rewarded me, which is exactly the opposite of helpful when you’re trying to draft a marketing plan without leaving snail trails on your seat.
That’s when Mia, the 19-year-old marketing intern, knocked politely and stepped into my office. Her big brown eyes, notepad, oversized hoodie concealing a fat pair of fertile tits made my cunt twitch more than it already was. She radiated pure innocence. The last thing I needed.
“Do you have a sec to go over the social engagement figures from last week, Catherine?” she chirped.
My legs were clenched so tight I probably looked constipated. And the Vibrosa? Still humming, stroking, and pressing against my G-spot like it was trying to open a door to fuckin’ Narnia.
“Of course, babe,” I smiled, teeth gritted. “Come in.”
She stood at the edge of my desk, completely unaware that her manager was slowly being melted from the inside out by a pink egg-shaped sexual weapon. My hips shifted. I was hovering on the edge of orgasm. My pussy fluttered with tension. The PMV in the AirPod in my left ear hit a hard cumshot loop, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay composed.
Mia left five minutes later, none the wiser. I consider it one of the greatest acting performances of the month.
The Breaking Point: A Very Wet Lunch Break
Just after noon, I cranked the intensity up one level too far. I wasn’t trying to cum just yet, but the Vibrosa had other plans. It had read my clench patterns like a slutty palm reader and decided I was done.
The orgasm hit fast and deep, my pussy clenched, legs shaking, cum soaking through my knickers, the satin patch sticking uncomfortably against the lining of my skirt. I let out a sound that could have passed for a cough and locked the door behind me.
Straight to the staff toilets. I peeled off my drenched stockings and soaked panties and stuffed them into my handbag like contraband. My thighs were sticky. My cunt was still twitching.
The pencil skirt had a faint circle forming at the seam. It was just shy of disaster and just close enough to make me grin like the high-functioning, well-dressed cumslut that I am.
Aftercare: Silk Storage and Lunch Meetings
Back in my office, I slipped the Vibrosa out of me, wiped it clean of my slit grool and cum, and slid it into its little gold silk travel bag, still warm from use.
That afternoon, I took two meetings, wrote four reports, and closed a contract, all with no underwear, a slightly raw G-spot, and a heart full of filthy pride.
It gives you the option to exist in a gooning state while fully dressed, looking like a respectable bitch who definitely isn’t soaking through the furniture.
Final Verdict
The Vibrosa by Honey Play Box is a godsend for the discreet degenerate. It’s whisper-quiet, g-spot obsessed, and equipped with just the right kind of gentle clit tease that lets you float at the edge of orgasm for hours if you want it and drop over the edge when your body can’t take anymore.
The pressure feedback feature makes it feel responsive, like it’s listening to your slutty needs, rewarding every squeeze with an elegant little throb. And the shape? Don’t be fooled by its size, this isn’t just a vibe but rather a precision sex instrument, designed to press against the parts of you that ache for attention while your coworkers drone on about quarterly goals.
The gold silk bag is a slutty bonus. The packaging made me feel like I was unboxing something illegal. And the fact that I got away with squirting at my desk without anyone noticing? Fuck me! 10/10. I’d risk that shit again.
That said, if you’re new to wearable toys, know this: The G-spot pressure is intense. It might sound like a subtle whisper, but it’s a consistent, deep push, like a lover who knows your body a bit too fuckin’ well!
For some, that might be overwhelming. Especially if you’re used to surface-level vibes or clitoral-only stimulation. And while the clit vibe is perfect for edging, it might feel too soft for those who need direct, focused clit aggression. For me, it was ideal. For others, maybe not enough.
If, on the other hand, you’re looking for something even more hardcore when it comes to orgasm inducing filth? Check out my review of the infamous Terri vibrator from HoneyPlayBox!
