I love Doc Johnson.  Don't get me wrong.  I am grateful for their dedication to the R & D of marital aids (a.k.a. - gasp! - sex toys).  For goddess' sake, any conflomerate that puts brain power and money behind the business of pleasing my snatch has my resounding vote of approval.  But sometimes, even a behemoth in the adult industry like Johnson gets a little sloppy.

So maybe I got a bad one, but if I did, it means somebody out there (possibly even a few hundred somebodies) is going to get a bad one too.  Not only had the paint job on this vibrator pooled along one side into hard ridges, but the inner plastic battery compartment was too small for my AAs.  After I took this piece out, I got the vibrator to work, but then there was too much space for the batts to rattle around in, and they would occasionally fall off of the metallic conductors they feed power to.

It's not the first time this has happened to me, although before, I was just a hapless Doc Johnson consumer.  In concept, the Kobe Tai is a pretty little piece of hard plastic buzzing and zizzing joy.  Colored a metallic Christmas shade of burgundy, and coming in a diameter that probably stretches the dimunitive Ms. Tai until she's about to split but only makes me hungry for about four more of this model so I can achieve maximum capacity, the Personal Vibrator is a great addition to a collection, or a fabulous starter vibe, or, for that rare, monogamous kind of girl, the perfect lone companion.

But only if it works.