While trotting across the European continent a few weeks back, I oft discovered new and exciting goods that simply aren't available back home. The crepe stands all over Paris were delightful. The coffee shops in Amsterdam were divine. The smart cars in London and Berlin were simply astonishing (and so, well, smart). But I must say, as a lady with discriminating taste to say the least, I was most disappointed to learn the French "pleasure chairs" are simply not available here in the U.S. , and simply too large to squeeze into my suitcase...
French Pleasure Chair
4 comments:
awesome!
(looks like someone's butt sweated all over that one though).
it's too much... disembodied tongues flicking precariously near one's pancake seems awful daring to me. did you get to try it out? who's tongue(s) did they use for a model? And i don't think that's butt sweat, lil' mama...
oh! those are tongues!!
i seriously thought they were pink high heels. i mean i guess if you like it rough it could be nice to get your twat slapped with a shoe.
ohhh, I'm sure that type of chair exists pixel.
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