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NSFW: The Weekly Porn Review

Actually.. this review is isn't about porn at all. It's more of a product review. It is about Condom Cases for Ladies.


In my search for a fab new white purse this season, I was looking through an old purse and found a condom. It was all old and shriveled up and deep down in the crevices of my purse. I had totally forgotten that it was even there. Which made me think of something I had seen in Essence magazine.: I need a condom holder.

Anyone who knows me knows I am totally obsessed with cases for my accessories. I have matching red cases for my Ipod, Blackberry, and my digital camera. (BTW...red is my fav color!)   Why should the man be responsible for protection? Why shouldnt I get a cute, fab and girly case for my condoms. I needed a few things in a condom holder:

1) it could hold more than one condom (Hey...might need more than one)
2) it needed to be cute and girly
3) it needed to be inexpensive.

Although I'm still on a "dry spell", I still wanted to be prepared for it "just in case". So why not be cute and discreet about it. I found the perfect ones at Just In Case...and it was red..AND it supported AIDS research and Youth Aids project.

Absolutely PERFECT! I can't wait to actually order one for myself!

I think all ladies should buy a cute little container.  Take charge of your protection needs...and be fab while you do it!

Smooches!



Comments

  1. I have never ever seen a female condom holder.....

    smh @ It was all old and shriveled up and deep down in the crevices of my purse.

    Then again, that is a beautiful thing.

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  2. That red condom holder is really adorable! If it comes in pink I'm gonna order one too! :-)

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  3. I think the idea of a condom case is really great. fashionable at the same time.

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