I never expect much from any toy with the words “my first” in the name.  I usually judge the crap out of it – expecting seam-laden plastic pieces just waiting crack or a blob of jelly with that new car sent.  What else?  Either a pathetically week motor or one that is so buzzily strong it makes my clit want to detach itself and hide in the other room.  California Exotic’s My First Rabbit didn’t necessarily turn me into a believer, but it definitely represented for the “my first” toys.  I could go on a rant about who gets to decide that shitty toys are for beginners, but I’m not really up for that today.… More