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I thought vibrators were for women who needed help. As the friend everyone asks for sex advice, I finally admitted I’d been treating solo pleasure all wrong.
My friend is emptying the last of the third bottle of wine into our glasses as she insists, “I’m clearly a Charlotte.” We try to explain that her hopeless romanticism is more tragic than wistful. She’s a Carrie.
Like any group of women who’ve spent decades dating, loving, and surviving New York City, assigning Sex and the City archetypes is inevitable. We finish the wine and agree most of us are some mix of Carrie, Miranda, and Charlotte.
Then they all turn to me, “Summer, you’re obviously a Samantha!”
I take that as a compliment. I’ve always been confident about my sense of self, my career, and my sex life. I’m the friend with tales of salacious blind dates, underground sex parties, and the man du jour. I serve as a sort of sexual guide and guru. My personal motto: “I’ll try anything twice.” Just in case the first time was a fluke.
Which is why I held a deeply unexamined belief for far too long: that vibrators were for women who needed help.
I didn’t think I was one of them.
I was having great sex.
Toys were for women who weren’t.
The Myth of “Needing Help”
During the pandemic, a close friend came to me for sex advice. She wasn’t having any sex, let alone great sex, and solo play had never appealed to her. In other words, she was the perfect candidate for a vibrator. I immediately recommended the famous Rabbit, not because I’d used it, but because sales skyrocketed after that Sex and the City episode (you know which one).
My friend immediately called me out: “Have you used it?” I had to tell her the truth. I’d never tried a vibrator, convinced I didn’t “need” one. Her response changed the trajectory of my orgasms forever: “I’ll buy a vibrator if you buy a vibrator.”
With my credibility as the resident sexpert on the line, I went online to find the best toy I could buy. The Rabbit, the Magic Wand, and other popular models came up, but a new, unique toy caught my eye—the Womanizer. It promised revolutionary “air suction technology” that mimicked more natural stimulation.
I bought it.
She bought it.
And six years later, I’m still using it weekly.
Since then, a few other toys have joined my bedside drawer, but the Womanizer remains my ride-or-die. She’s perfect for solo sessions or with a partner. She’s discreet, quiet, waterproof, and easy to hold. No warmup, no lubrication, and a charge that never seems to quit—crucial for when you’re in the mood. I can finally recommend a favorite vibrator with authority.
Over the years, Womanizer has released new and improved models—bigger, better, faster, and stronger. After my climactic success with the original, I decided to explore the full lineup: two classics, two internal upgrades, and one just for fun.
Spoiler alert: There’s a new favorite act in town.
The Foundation: Womanizer Classic 2
Six years later, Classic 2 is still my Tuesday night go-to. The one I reach for when I need comfort, not fireworks.
This original is a bestseller for a reason. It’s exactly what it sounds like: the highly competent sequel to the vibrator that put suction toys on the map. While the fancier toys I tried feel like events, Classic 2 feels like comfort and routine in the best way possible.
It’s straightforward to use, doesn’t require complex button combinations, and gives you an efficient path to orgasm. Because there’s no added vibration, the sensation stays focused instead of diffusing into the surrounding tissue. The sensation rumbles like a washing machine or motorcycle instead of vibrations that can be overstimulating. The lower settings are great if you’re new to this type of stimulation, and the higher levels pack a serious punch. If you’re building your toy collection from scratch, Classic 2 should be the foundation.
When You Want More: Womanizer Enhance
Once I realized vibrators weren’t about replacing sex but discovering an entirely different kind of pleasure, I got curious. What else had I been missing?
Enhance combines the brand’s signature suction with internal-feeling vibration, so instead of just a precise tap on the clitoral nerve endings, you get a fuller, more enveloping sensation. The toy also sits comfortably in the hand, which matters when we don’t want to wrestle with awkward angles. The head is designed to envelop the vulva—a sensation that feels the most like oral that I‘ve experienced in a toy. If you like being fully indulged, Enhance is for you.
The lower settings are teasing, almost like a foreplay kiss, while the higher levels deliver a strong, rhythmic suction that builds. When I paired those pulses with a low vibration, the result felt less like a quick sprint and more like a drawn-out, rolling climax. Enhance is amazing on days when I actually want to luxuriate, but it’s less ideal when I’m hunting for a five-minute “goodnight” orgasm. It’s not a starter toy, but if suction is your thing and you want more depth, this one earns its space in the nightstand.
The Multitasker: Womanizer Blend
It turns out, I was missing a lot.
Blend does exactly what its name promises: It marries clitoral stimulation with a traditional vibrator shape, giving you internal and external pleasure without juggling two toys at once. The shaft offers the G-spot-hitting curve, while the base houses the clitoral suction. A true multitasking hero! For anyone who experiences blended orgasms, this design is *chef’s kiss.*
However, there’s a learning curve with Blend. It took me a minute and extra lube to figure out the best angle and positioning. I had to use both hands to get comfortable. But once dialed in, the experience is intense—like 30 seconds to climax. While it’s not the simplest toy in the collection, it’s one of the most effective.
The Indulgence: Womanizer Duo 2
And if the Blend is a solid Saturday night, Duo 2 is the special occasion you plan for.
Imagine the Blend with a thicker, more filling internal arm, and independent controls for the internal and external components. You (or your partner) can fine-tune exactly how much is happening where. It’s less “quick fix,” more “I’m devoting an evening to my body.”
In all honesty, Duo 2 was overwhelmingly intense on its highest settings. I recommend starting with just the clitoral suction, then slowly introducing internal vibration. After some trial and error, Duo 2 felt like sex with a super attentive lover. It also stood out for hands-free play: Once it’s positioned, you can lie back and let the toy do the heavy lifting. It’s certainly not discreet, but if you want a luxury experience, it lives up to the hype.
The Discreet Option: Womanizer Peach
Of course, not every orgasm needs to be an event.
The Peach is deceptively sweet. It’s the smallest, softest, and most approachable toy in the lineup—perfect for anyone who wants discretion without sacrificing intensity.
The “folds” of the Peach allow for more pinpoint stimulation, which can be a blessing or a curse depending on how sensitive you are. On lower settings, it worked beautifully for edging or teasing from a partner. At the higher settings, it quickly ventured into “too much” territory, so I ended up using it in short bursts. Where Peach really excels is convenience and cuteness. If you want something that fits your life and your nightstand, this is the one.
Pleasure and Agency
What I didn’t expect when I bought that first Womanizer was that it wasn’t just about better orgasms. It forced me to unlearn the idea that pleasure had to be earned, performed, or justified.
For decades, I prided myself on being sexually liberated. I had adventures. I was confident. I was Samantha. But I’d internalized this idea that “real” sex required another person. That solo pleasure was somehow lesser. Using a vibrator forced me to confront that bulls*it.
I spent years treating sex toys like a guilty secret instead of what they are: highly efficient tools of joy.
Every once in a while, I still go in manually to stay in tune with my body, but my hands are sore, my lips are dry, and my midlife clitoris deserves more than I can give her. And there’s no shame in that.
In a world that constantly demands you give more, allowing yourself to come first—pun completely intended—is an investment you deserve to make in yourself.
