Ooooohhhhhh, Do I Want One of These!

Ahhh, the joys of a Friday off–sleeping late, browsing all the juicy sites with abandon, plenty of coffee…then I spotted this loading in a window and my heart jumped into my throat:

What a gorgeous suit! It comes in other colors too, but… ooooh …what could be better than that red?

I don’t remember how I got there, but this and other luscious fetishwear is available at the brand-spankin’-new Imp of Satan store. They’re located in Seattle, and say they ship worldwide. Did I hear someone say, “Road trip!”? :D

Hangliding To Escape The Commies

This humorous rant comes with a special TMI warning for men. Funny, for all that. Just the beginning:

Yes, the commies are invading. This led to a desperate 1 a.m. expedition to the store to get more supplies with which to hold off the onslaught.

This ritual, which I suppose all women must perform, is a neverending source of frustration and dread to me. I once more faced the Aisle Of The Damned. The first assault was visual, my retinas were swiftly overwhelmed with packages colored garish, Barbie-pink, soothing aqua, lively yellow, or forebrain-searing turquoise. The second assault was olfactory. Whatever unholy perfume they hose those things down with is second in offensiveness only to baby products.

Yet women still wonder why men are neither sanguine nor cheerful when asked to shop for these items?

Link via Mistress Matisse.