The letter X holds a mighty burden. It has been chosen to represent the forbidden, the adult, the hardcore and nasty material that hides behind a curtain at your local video rental store. X used to mean something back in the day, something dangerous, and now it’s just a toy for pornographers. Oh, mighty X, today we tell your story and salute you.
Forget about the vajazzler… the hottest look for pussies this season is a gauzy coat of cum. It gives the vag a luster far beyond that of any plasticine jewels, plus there’s no risk of getting snagged on loose crystal edges, and it’s free!
It’s tough to nail down our very favorite part of today’s GIF. Is it the thick, luscious cock working its ass-stuffing magic? Is it the face of this blonde babe divulging a mix of pleasure and surprise? Is it her perfectly smooth bum and pert little puss? Or is it the mystery hand that appears, caressing said bum in a show of support and untempered attraction? We’d love to say it’s all of the above, but really it’s the mystery hand and the mystery bit of boob that poke into frame. Because we wish that were us!
It only takes one look at Angelica Heart’s face to tell that it would probably be a lot of fun to fuck her ass.
Elizabeth Scarlet Jagger–not to be confused with Jade Sheena Jezebel Jagger–is so absurdly hot that her image can be put up on a giant screen and used as crowd control, but fortunately for all, she prefers to strike with her beauty in subtler ways. But don’t be fooled, her nipples can still cut to the quick.
Brooklyn hippity-hipsters Sensual Harassment have a new video out, and it stars a face that may be familiar to the sex-blog devotees among us: Karley Sciortino of Slutever and its Vice counterpart. Though touted to us with the ever-auspicious “NSFW” label, in reality it’s pretty PG-13. But we’ll take it!
Are you in New York? Do you like things that are fun…and also involve nudity and alcohol? Well, then: come on down to Headquarters Gentlemen’s Club this Friday, July 27, for an evening that’s not to be missed.
We honestly can’t remember the first time we got a taste of jizz. In our earliest blowing years we were an advocate of spitting — how misguided! As it turns out, a little bit (or lot) of load is nothing to shy away from. Spanning an array of textures and flavors, each shot is a mystery waiting to be unraveled.
Ass. Ass, ass, ass, ass, ass. Booty rocking everywhere. We don’t know how we can communicate this to you any better: the camera orbits Eliska Cross’s butt cheeks like a lonely satellite scanning for life on a desolate planet, desperately craving a signal from the surface, falling in love with the undisturbed perfection, the smoothness of the land, and the silence.
We don’t know what Kreayshawn is doing with bandaids over her nipples in San Francisco Civic Center, but we’re sure that she’s fitting right in with the rest of the crowd. Maybe this picture was taken during Pride Weekend, maybe she was there to shout something at some politicians, or perhaps she on her way to get some dope ass books from the main library a block away; no matter what she’s doing, we guarantee that everybody nearby was feeling her tiny titties.
When your name is Stella, your life is forever stuck in Tennessee Williams mode, and you have to do things to bust out of that framework and make yourself cooler than your name. Stella knows that though, and she’s good at it. Nowadays, she just has to take her top off and fold her tongue into a hot dog bun shape and she’s cool as a cucumber.
I fantasize about ending my day by shoving you down onto my bed, tying your arms and legs, spread wide, bound tight. The cool slickness of the rope, the dueling concentration and mindlessness required of knots I tie with uncharacteristic grace. I shut my eyes and pace through the arrangement, the adjustments, the preparation of everything just so. The the ritual of it all organizes my thoughts and quiets my head back to peaceful working order.
Carlos Nunez took some pictures of the lovely Keeley Hazell, and as photographers do, he got rid of the outtakes by releasing them to the public. We can’t help but wonder what it means that these outtakes are filled with crazy amounts of cleavage (of the chest and butt variety).
You see, Kelsey’s boyfriend is Tom Parker of the British boy band known as The Wanted, and when they go out on the town together, Kelsey often ends up showing skin. When he returned from a tour in America, Kelsey was so happy to hang out with him that she
“Put another record on the Victrola!” Some guests enjoy platters of passed crudités with a side of soft tunes and pleasant conversation. Some enjoy being chained to your agony box or bondage wall and having hot wax dripped down their nipples. But from the good candles.
All Igor wanted to do was take some pictures of Veronica Ricci to make up for the last time he tried to, forgot his camera, and had to take some last minute shots on a roof. They tried some shots in the hotel room, weren’t feeling it, went on an adventure, found a creepy driveway, and then things started getting weirder.
Tom Lass is living the high life in Berlin, having sex with as many pretty girls as possible, but he’s about to have his sweet bachelor life interrupted by his mom’s new husband. You see, Tom hasn’t talked to his mother in ten years, and his new step-dad aims to change this. So long, sex life!