After finishing the database project, I thought I’d have plenty of time to do some juicy writing this weekend. But no …. between spending some time with Contender #1 (nice time, no sex yet) and helping a friend with computer problems (don’t get me started), it slipped away.

In addition, the thought of writing out this fantasy leaves me hornier than ever … so, I guess I’m gonna do it. That’s right, I’ve been browsing sex toy sites. I like Sex Toys because they have reviews.

So, at the risk of getting overloaded with TMI, I’m inviting feedback. What products do you like best, and what ones aren’t worth the money? You can leave feedback here, via comments, or (preferably) send me an email. Warning: I can receive email fine, but there’s a glitch in sending, so I won’t be able to reply through email. If you don’t want your email shared here, please say so when you write.

Maybe I should give this quest a catchy slogan …
How about “Help the Pathetic Sex Goddess Buy Her First Toy”? Nah ….
“Lubes for Nubes”? Nope …
“Get the Goddess Off!” Has possibilities. :blush:

Richard over at Amorous Propensities has a bit on sperm for lunch.

Really.

No, not a lunchtime blow job, but puffer fish sperm. It’s a delicacy in Singapore.

Go read the whole thing for the intriguing details.

…from pet store clerks. Yes, really. They see it all:

“Sometimes people come in and buy leashes, and by the look of them, you know they don’t have a pet.”

Thanks to The Bondage Blog for the link.

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

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.

I finally finished the big database cleanup I’ve been working on, and decided to treat myself with some fun browsing. And lookie what I found:

My sex life better improve soon! I don’t know that i can stand browsing Sssh.com much more … I just discovered their audio files. O M G …

That reminds me … I promised y’all a fantasy and haven’t delivered on it yet. I’ll try to write it up over the weekend — which starts for me in a few hours. :P

Been mui busy on a big project here, so I’ve not been making my usual rounds. That’s how I missed this fun invitation over at My Secret Fantasies:

Aha lassy, there is pirate blood in my veins.

Lots of folks are decended from pirates ya know. You could be a pirate.

Don’t think so? You don’t have any pirate in ya?

Well then, Lassy, would ya like some?

There’s a nice picture that accompanies the rest of the post.

I wouldn’t say no to him …. :)