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Want to Win an Amorino?
Write a Love Poem!

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by thepleasurechest

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Update: Congratulations to Lee, who won the Amorino! Congratulations also to Amber and to BlackRa Ven (on Facebook) who will also receive some free goodies for being such awesome runners-up! Thanks to everyone who entered. You really made our Valentine’s Day. 

Just in time for Valentine’s Day, we’re giving away a Fun Factory Amorino!

Shaped like Cupid’s bow, with a subtle heart and arrow design along its side, the Amorino is fluent in the language of love. Its satiny silicone body is ideal for resting against the clit while you rock it against the G-spot, or for external stimulation during prostate play. Want more? The detachable silicone band wraps around the toy, transmitting vibration around the entire vulva, and can be twisted into different shapes for a variety of amazing sensations.

Want to win an Amorino? Here’s how.

In the comments below, write a love poem – to Fun Factory, to us, or to the Amorino itself. Be as serious or as silly as you want. Your poem can be a rhyming couplet, a limerick, a haiku, an experiment in the use of emoticons in free verse, or anything else you’d like it to be. It can even begin, “Roses are red, violets are blue.”

We’ll pick a favorite on February 14th at noon, PST.

U.S. residents only. 

Update: This contest is running simultaneously on Facebook. It is also possible to enter via our Los Angeles, Chicago, or New York pages. 

10 Comments

  • Krissy Novacaine

    /Oh dear Fun Factory/
    /you tickle my naughty bits /
    /so deliciously/

    ReplyFebruary 11, 2014 at 9:30 pm

  • Erick

    The world can keep talking

    As we set things aflame
    
Not with wooden matches

    But with simply our gaze


    Your eyes meet mine
    
Ignore what they say

    Lose yourself with me

    Let time drift away


    The neighbors keep knocking

    They’ll be there for days

    You whisper you love me

    The room sets ablaze


    Your eyes meet mine
    
Ignore what they say
    
Lose yourself with me
    
Let time drift away


    Night turns into day
    
Hair covers your face
    
I hold you closer

    Nothing’s out of place


    Your eyes are mine

    Fuck what they say

    Got lost in each other

    What shall we do today?

    ReplyFebruary 12, 2014 at 12:38 am

  • Owen Cook

    I quite like the Pleasure Chest,
    It really is my pleasure nest.
    The ropes, plugs and toys excite me.

    I’d love to be wed,
    With you dressed in red
    But maybe our two might be three…

    My love I’m quite certain
    You’ve pulled back the curtain
    Of my true love, my glued love for thee.

    Although marry, be ‘ware,
    Though true be my care,
    There’s another person who fills me with glee.

    But gee, I’ll be honest
    This shouldn’t problem you the smallest
    For I’ve found this brand new thing called “polyamory”

    Polyamory’s my passion,
    Polyamory has no ration.
    And ultimately just means I love more right? I mean it just makes sense.

    So my love though it’s poly-sided
    My love it is not divided.
    For it will always be you, him and me.

    ReplyFebruary 12, 2014 at 1:02 am

  • Amber

    The dildo on my nightstand
    Has always been a joke -
    A birthday present from a friend
    Given as a hoax.

    I opened it and laughed aloud,
    Very much amused.
    Ten months later, still it stands
    Batteries unused.

    I’ve always been the kind of girl
    Whose needs have been met well.
    Recently, however, I have
    Hit a slight dry spell.

    I’ve gotten somewhat lazy
    And my schedule has been tight.
    Alas, this combination
    Makes for very sexless nights.

    The dreams I’ve had, you won’t believe,
    I’m driven to distraction.
    Sadly, there’s a gaping void
    When you’re not getting action.

    With this lack in someone’s life,
    Some rules they think to bend…
    And so my eyes have wandered over
    To my plastic friend.

    Oh, I know it can’t compare
    To what it imitates!
    But who else waits so loyally
    When I arrive home late?

    To hell with it, who gives a damn;
    I’ve waited far too long!
    Who says the love between a woman
    And her toy is wrong?

    Screw it, here I go, who cares –
    I am vibration-bound!
    Don’t judge me, friends and family,
    I’ll muffle every sound…

    I dedicate this poem to
    Vibrators of the world
    Who, unlike men, are always there
    For their respective girls.

    ReplyFebruary 12, 2014 at 8:18 pm

  • Owen Cook

    I quite like the Pleasure Chest,
    It really is my pleasure nest.
    The ropes, plugs and toys excite me.

    I’d love to be wed,
    With you dressed in red,
    But maybe our two might be three…

    My love I’m quite certain
    You’ve pulled back the curtain
    Of my true love, my glued love for thee.

    Although marry, be ‘ware
    Though true be my care,
    There’s another person who fills me with glee.

    But gee, I’ll be honest
    This shouldn’t problem you in the smallest
    For I’ve found this brand new thing called “polyamory”!

    Polyamory’s my passion,
    Polyamory’s has no ration.
    And ultimately it just means I love more, right? I mean it just makes sense.

    So love though it’s poly-sided,
    My love, it is not divided.
    For it will always be you, him and me.

    ReplyFebruary 13, 2014 at 1:54 am

  • Chirska

    I fear that i will always be a lonely number like root three
    A three is all that’s good and right
    Why must my three keep out of sight Beneath a vicious square-root sign?
    I wish instead I were a nine
    For nine could thwart this evil trick With just some quick arithmetic
    I know i’ll never see the sun
    As 1.7321
    Such is my reality A sad irrationality
    When,hark,just what is this I see?
    Another square root of a three
    Has quietly come waltzing by
    Together now we multiply
    To form a number we prefer
    Rejoicing as an integer
    We break free from our mortal bonds
    And with a wave of magic wands
    Our square-root signs become unglued
    And love for me has been renewed

    ReplyFebruary 14, 2014 at 1:24 am

  • Property Of Potter

    Oh Pleasure Chest, how you tempt me!
    The way you tease frustrates
    and pleases me.
    Should I beg?
    Should I plead?
    This desperate need
    threatens to consumes me.
    I am weak at the sight,
    full of curiosity.
    Shoot your arrow my way,
    I want to feel it inside of me;
    caressing the places that
    set my pleasure free.
    Do you share my desires?
    Do you share my needs?
    Can you make a reality
    out of my dreams?
    Please…

    ReplyFebruary 14, 2014 at 3:21 am

  • Heather

    A gilded box , my treasure trove,
    Desires abound, free and roaming,
    A bright lit place, no shadows linger,
    A safe haven, no strangers here,
    No judgement, only happiness,
    This is my Pleasure Chest

    ReplyFebruary 14, 2014 at 4:28 am

  • Lee

    Address to Fun Factory Toys

    Body-safe and full of grace,
    Great chieftain of the sex toy race,
    What other toy could take thy place?
    Crafters of pleasure and buzzers of clit,
    Thrust in fully to the base,
    On the G-spot thy toys sit.

    Perverse and innocent all the same
    Love the sound of thy name
    And know thy lustful claim to fame.
    The most jaded of the dildo pervs
    Are free of worldly shame
    And find Delight in thy Curves.

    If I desire a deep-felt sigh
    I’ll get the lube and use thy Drei
    And time will seem to fly.
    For rollicking and thrusting fun,
    What good is it to lie?
    I’ll use my Eins with everyone.

    If my sex life’s in a rut,
    And no-one makes the first-date cut,
    I’ll put your Zwei into my butt.
    When i need a cock to wear,
    Admiring its jaunty jut,
    I’ll find myself a purple Share.

    To get myself all wet and hot
    And get off I, simply said, cannot,
    Someone bring a Layaspot.
    If vibe or dildo i need buy,
    I know it must be bought.
    Let it come from Fun Factory.

    With apologies to Robbie Burns

    ReplyFebruary 14, 2014 at 1:10 pm

  • Diana

    teasing my downstairs
    till my clit can’t take no more
    moaning in pleasure

    ReplyFebruary 14, 2014 at 7:10 pm

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