You know who we’ve been seeing a lot of on “True Blood” recently? Janina Gavankar. You know how much we like that? A buttload. We have a buttload of like-that for Janina Gavankar. And she’s got so much more to offer than a pretty face (and boobs); she’s also a musician and a software designer! Oh, our love is spilling out of our hearts and onto the computer and this is what it makes.

Janina Zione Gavankar was born on November 29, 1980 in Joliet, Illinois. Her father, Peter G. Gavankar, came to America from India in 1960 with nothing more than a suit, eight dollars, and a scholarship to his name, and he ended up becoming a world-famous inventor and businessman after helping to develop the Mr. Coffee machine, a classified item for NASA’s Gemini project, and a soft-serve ice cream machine that delivers the perfect consistency and swirl. Not surprisingly, Janina speaks highly of her folks:

“My parents raised us so we never had to feel confused between two cultures. They didn’t want us to feel we were different in a bad way. When I was growing up, I always felt I was special because I was Indian and different,” says Janina, who admits she feels ‘atrociously American’ whenever she visits India. She also regrets never having learnt Hindi or Marathi. “My parents would use it as a code language so we wouldn’t understand what they were saying.”

Now, we’ve been having a little trouble figuring out how or when Janina got bitten by the acting bug (perhaps sometimes before or during her studies in Theater Performance at the University of Illinois at Chicago), but we know that she went straight from home to Los Angeles and started auditioning “every time they would accept a brown girl in the room.” Her first big role was in 2005′s “Cup of My Blood,” a movie about a porn photographer who somehow ends up in possession of Christianity’s most powerful relics–this movie contains, we believe, Janina’s first nude scenes, although very little of her body is visible thanks to dark lighting and close-up shots. Her next big break wasn’t for a movie, but for a piece of viral marketing made by Microsoft: Janina played Ms. Dewey, an interactive search assistant who commented on keywords entered by a user, made jokes, and busied herself by looking business-sexy at her desk.

Before “True Blood,” Janina was most popular for her role on “The L Word,” that of Papi, a badass lesbian who stole the hearts of many a gal on the show. When asked how she gained such swagger for this role, Janina credits her time in the Cash Money Records-signed girl-group, Endera, for providing her with sexy and confident Atlanta-style hip-hop dance prowess. “Basically got to be a dude for a year. I got to walk around and do the brainwork on how to make girls move with me.”

A word about Janina’s music career: it’s always going on in the background. Besides her few year stint with Endera, she’s done a bunch of solo work and is perhaps best known for her cover of Kanye West’s “Love Lockdown.” Music is and has always been a passion of Janina’s, and it’s never competed for space in her heart. Quite the contrary, actually:

“Music informs my work so intensely. The better actor I become, the better pianist I become, and vice versa. I was playing a piece, just recently, that I haven’t played in awhile and, because I’m working on the show and I’m working actor muscles and emotional muscles so much more, I played it in a way I’ve never played it before. At this point in my career, they are one in the same.”

And by the way, Janina minored in Music Psychology in college.

There’s clearly a lot of great reasons to be obsessed with Janina Gavankar, but we must return to the fact that we first got to know her as Luna on “True Blood”–more precisely, we got to know her because of her nude scenes. She’s quite confident when it comes to showing skin, but she’s given different responses as to why in different interviews. When talking with AfterEllen, she credits her comrades on “The L Word” who demonstrated fearlessness in front of the camera and encouraged her to get naked while she’s young. When talking with Interview, her response takes on a more fantastical line of reasoning:

When it comes down to it, I’m kind of a nerdy actor. With nudity for a shape-shifter, we’re not even really connected to our bodies because we can shift into anything. The vessel that we’re born in is malleable, so vanity isn’t really a huge part of the identity of the shape-shifter, so nudity isn’t a big deal. You’re just as naked as a horse as as a person. That’s very real to me as Luna, so I was even more okay with the nudity on this show than on The L Word.

Really, we feel that Janina’s bravery–both as Luna on “True Blood” and as Janina Gavankar being naked on camera–stems from her willingness to dive into the unknown. “I don’t really feel comfortable unless I’m slightly uncomfortable,” she told Details. “I don’t want to play myself all the time. Who the fuck wants to watch me be me?” For the record, we would love to watch Janina be Janina.

What would Janina do if she had her druthers? She’d be in a musical! “I grew up on ‘The Sound of Music’, ‘Mary Poppins’ and ‘Singin’ in the Rain.’ I watched those, over and over again, so of course, I want to do musicals.” Perhaps, if we’re lucky, there’ll be a musical episode of “True Blood” a la that one episode of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” Until then, we’re happy watching (and listening to) Janina do everything she’s good at, which is pretty much everything.

Be sure to check out:
· Janina Gavankar’s Twitter (twitter.com)
· Her official website (janinagavankar.com)
· Her cover of Kanye’s “Love Lockdown” (youtube.com)
· Her Wikipedia page (en.wikipedia.org)
· And one of her many appearances on Funny or Die (funnyordie.com)

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Now here’s a view. The eye is drawn from pretty pussy to fabulous pink nails, all the way to perfect li’l nipples standing at attention up top. But these things look ever lovelier once they all start working together, moving in concert like a symphony. We’re all ears.

However, this gal seems to have one of the quieter orgasms we’ve encountered. That’s all right, though. That’s her prerogative. If we crank our volumes way up, we think we hear her sweet song at 1:24. And though she may not be belting it out like Aretha, she’s diva enough for us. But it’s mainly because she looks real cute fingerbanging.

So, if Botticelli were alive today, instead of painting goddesses rising from the ocean in a seashell, maybe he’d be making GIFs of babes with celestial bodies rising from their hoodies. But earthly goddesses are the ones who matter, right? Or at least according to Plato, they’re the ones who arouse us lowly hominids to physical love. Meanwhile, the spiritual goddesses are all about intellectual love and that kinda thing. Don’t mind us, though, if we stick with the former, at least for the time being. It’s just our nature.

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Even if so-called “reality” porn is just people being paid to fuck with cheaper lighting packages, sometimes a low budget guarantees a much more real-ish performance.

Take Adam & Eve’s “Caught in the Act: Real Sex”: just because it is a sham doesn’t mean there isn’t a hefty dose of familiar situations in it. Hell, it’s realer than “This Ain’t The Flintstones”…

A fan from Boston states in a title card: “This 19-year-old fucked everyone in the dorm” and proceeds to unspool a scene in which he explains to a woman that she fucked everyone in the dorm so our narrator might as well be next. The dialogue reads like that Reddit thread of date-rapists explaining themselves.

But what is real about this video is that these two are clearly Massholes who probably talk to their own mothers that way.

Elsewhere we find other allegedly purloined camera shots that are deliberately bad—an actual pervy voyeur would take more pride in stabilizing and white-balancing the camera. That said, we are treated to several women with the most frank “I Don’t Have to Shave This Every Goddamn Day Like Kristina Rose” pussy stubble.

Now that’s real. That is stubble that says: I had no idea it would be this hard to shave.

“Caught In the Act” urges us all along to look the other way at beautiful women fucking fat guys wearing sunglasses as if that’s not the porniest thing ever, but then Tommy Pistol shows up in a revenge cuckolding scene, and we think that even the most green porn consumer wouldn’t figure out that they are witnessing not an amateur but an AVN Award Winner.

Sure, Revenge Cuckolding is real; you just have to find someone who hasn’t been in the porn business for six years to “cheat” on your “husband” with..

· Adam & Eve (adameve.com)
· Buy “Caught In The Act” (tlavideo.com)

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Seth Kushner’s CulturePOP Photocomix have been been making their way through the fascinating personalities of the world, with comics and interviews featuring everyone from Jonathan Ames to Reggie Watts. So it was only a matter of time until the CulturePOP spotlight landed on one of the world’s most fascinating porn performers. (We’re talking about Stoya, duh.)

· Check out the photo comic and Stoya’s interview here (welcometotripcity.com)

Actually, you may have seen this before; we once wrote about Jeff Faerber because of a gorgeous painting he did called “Two Stoyas.” Nonetheless, we’re writing about him again because everything he touches is magical, and he often chooses to touch nude (and sometimes pornstar) subjects, therefore our artistic interests and our duties to provide you with naughty pictures are both satisfied by his hand.

All of Jeff’s erotic work can be found here, and that contains his paintings of pornstars, sketches of nudes, and mixed media projects that include candy wrappers. However, there’s another page that we highly encourage you to look at, and that’s his collection of shunga paintings. He takes the classic poses and perspectives from Japanese erotic illustrations and gives them a modern twist–Jeff even calls attention to the way “shunga” means “spring” as a euphemism for sex, and for that, we tip our bonnets to his brain.

· You must see more of Jeff Faerber (jefffaerber.com)

[At top: "Pornsaint Jiz Lee" on left, "Saint Pixie Pearl" on right.]

This may not be the wholesome game of yesteryear we all recall, but we’d venture to say the adult version is a lot more fun. Plus there are basically no losers! It’s the Montessori way to play.

We had our suspicions at first. Because — no way. That thing is mega-huge. And, yes, the ass is ample in itself but ample ass does not a dildo dessimator make. But, this gal plays to win. And like we said, now we all do. We all do.

·The Whole 10 Inches (pornhub.com)

Kayden Kross’s boyfriend dumps for a younger and more sexually aggressive babe and all of Kayden’s friends are like, “Girrrrrl.” Is Kayden devastated by his callousness? Nope. She might be a little hurt, but she channels that pain into pleasure by slutting it up with hot boys. It’s what she should be doing. Why mope when you can manhandle?

That’s an attitude that we hope more young women will adopt. Nobody should have to put up with a selfish lover whose only interest is feeding his ego with sex, and if by some grace of Satan such a man dumps you first, then you have to put some dye in your hair, hit the clubs, and find a sweet and considerate human who is willing to bang you like the goddess you are. Welcome to the Fleshbot self-help club.

We’re having a little trouble discerning who Kayden’s ex-boyfriend versus her new squeeze, so we’re going to assume that Manuel is the mean one who broke her heart… after sex, of course. Yes, Kayden and Manuel, two masters of the pre-marital arts meeting for the millionth time to join their genitals in holy union. We can’t help but wonder if Manuel is more greedy as he thrusts his hips into Kayden’s. Is he only chasing his own orgasm? Does he consider her wetness and growing blush to be a side effect of his own greatness? It doesn’t seem possible for any man to feel Kayden’s hot mouth slide down his cock–with just a hint of teeth grazing the tip–and not immediately try to put a ring on it. Her finger, that is.

But lo and behold, Manuel moves on to Tessa Lane. We were all set to talk smack about this PYT, but then we saw the way her hot pink panties explode out of the picture, contrasting with her black stockings, dark features, and deep brunette bush, and we cannot blame Manuel for inching his fingers down her thighs to touch such beauty. Tessa simply smolders from the beginning of her scene to the end; Manuel looks like he never wants to take his mouth off her tits. Perhaps he and Kayden simply weren’t meant to be? Perhaps we shouldn’t try to put a positive spin on his mean behavior. Bad, Manuel! (But also, way to go, dude.)

You know, there’s a picture of Erik Everhard looking all sleazy and happy with his top buttons undone and his arm around a barely-dressed Breanne Benson, and that makes us think that he may be the villain of the show. Maybe he decided to go for Breanne because she rocks a miniskirt so well or because she has a pierced forearm; we’ll never know what he sees in her, but we can tell you what we see. She’s a lean and leggy vision, the kind of girl you wake up next to and give thanks to God for, and she can take all of Erik’s massive cock like it ain’t nothing. And did we mention how good she looks as a brunette?

“Time for Change” hasn’t exactly excited our anger towards anyone on behalf of their scorned lovers, but maybe that’s because we haven’t watched the damn film. Soon we will, and we will be so very, very anger. Also horny.

· All photos courtesy of Digital Playground (digitalplayground.com)
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The newest iteration of the “Underbelly” franchise premiered yesterday, and it’s called “Underbelly: Badness.” If that doesn’t sound scary, it’s because you haven’t heard of the ruthless and powerful criminal named Anthony “Badness” Perish. He’s deadly! He’s dangerous! And fortunately for us, he hangs out with women who soap each other’s boobs and asses up for the camera!

Oh, “Underbelly,” you never let us down. No matter what era it is, who the characters are, or what the plot is doing, you always manage to shoe horn nudity in places that make us want to leave our lives behind and become career criminals. We’re excited to see how “Badness” develops, and we can’t wait to see what the next series will be. (We hear it’s called “Underbelly: Squizzy”!)

· “Underbelly: Badness” (channelnine.ninemsn.com)

Let’s get down and dirty, to the brass tacks, down to the nitty gritty. Let’s watch each other fucking in exquisite detail, up close and personal with every waiting orifice, every luscious droplet coursing over flushed expanse of skin. This is fucking larger than life.

A closeup view makes every blowjob epic as a mountain climb, turns a squirting lady orgasm into a gushing geyser, a cum facial look like the Rio Grande. We need CinemaScope here, and a massive widescreen theater. Hell, even make it IMAX 3D. We want to be so close we can feel the heat. Until that blessed day, however, we’ll just shimmy up ever closer to our computer screen. Hey, it’s about as dorky looking as 3D glasses.

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After a few short moments and four long strides, J was inside the room. I immediately regretted standing so close to the doorway. Even with four and a half inch heels, J still towers over me. Although he was naked and I was clothed, I felt oddly exposed.

Still, I wanted him to look at me. I wanted his reaction, but I didn’t have any idea what I wanted that reaction to be. I wanted something.

Neither one of us moved. He was waiting for my next instruction and I was waiting for his compliment. After an awkward silence, I took a few steps backwards (dangerous work in unfamiliar heels) so he could get a good look. He looked down at the floor.

“Look at me,” I snapped.

He did as he was told. I took notice of where his eyes lingered and it nearly made me laugh. He barely seemed to notice my pushed-out-to-there cleavage, but instead, he let his eyes wander across my collarbone, over my shoulders, and down to the leather gloves. He smiled slightly. The leather mini-skirt didn’t seem to impress him, but when he finally looked down at the boots, his smile faded and his eyes went wide. He stared, unblinking, for too long. I had no idea what that meant, but I liked it.

“Pay me a compliment.”

“I’m hard, Ma’am.”

“I see that, but that isn’t a compliment. Pay me a compliment.”

There was a long pause–I wasn’t sure if he was taking me in or thinking of something to say.

“You’re beautiful, “Ma’am.”

I turned and walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

He took a step towards me and I stopped him.

“No, baby. On your knees.”

He clasped his hands behind his back, dropped to his knees, and shuffled forward. When he was nearly within reach, he sat back on his heels and looked down at the floor, or at my feet, I wasn’t sure. I caught his earlobe and pulled him back up on his knees. I dug my nails into his flesh and pulled him toward me, forcing him to look me in the eye. I leaned in until my face was a few inches from his and half whispered:

“You need to pay me a compliment… I’m going to give you some time to think of a good one. While you think, I’m going to entertain myself. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am” he whispered, resting his hands in his lap.

“Hands back where they were–behind your back.”

He complied quickly. I crossed my legs and extended a foot, tapping the underside of his balls with the pointy toe of my boot, bouncing them on my instep. I pulled his balls forward, squeezed them up against the insides of his thighs, and pushed them up towards his body.

I leaned back and rested my weight on my elbows to more comfortably use my boot to play with his cock. Over and over again, I pushed the head of his cock down towards the floor, pulled away, and let it bounce back up. After a while, his cock went a little soft. It wasn’t nearly as fun then–the bounce wasn’t as satisfying with a half-hard cock.

Instead, I used the sole of my boot to pin his cock against his stomach. In the process, the skin on the underside of his balls caught on the tip of my stiletto heel. He winced–it wasn’t an “in pain” sort of wince, but an “anticipation of pain” wince. Sometimes I think I enjoy his anticipation more than I enjoy his actual pain.

A second later, he blurted out “A compliment… I have a compliment Ma’am!”

I smiled and wondered whether he had really thought of a good compliment or whether he just blurted something out when his balls snagged. It didn’t matter though–I was enjoying myself too much to think about compliments.

“I’m not interested in what you have to say right now. You can tell me later.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

I smashed his cock back against his belly, harder this time–hard enough that he had to tense his thighs and abdomen to keep upright, hard enough that the head of his cock sort of squished up over the pointy toe of my boot. When his cock stiffened again, it wasn’t nearly as satisfying to squish against his belly. Besides that, my leg was getting tired and I was getting uncomfortably wet. I wanted his mouth.

I released him, opened my legs wide, and motioned for him to come forward.

I didn’t have to lift my skirt much to give him access–it was short enough that he could see how wet I was. When he had shuffled forward far enough, I nodded, and he leaned toward my pussy. I stopped him just short and draped my knees over his shoulders. I pulled him in closer to me, digging the stiletto heels into his back. I used him to pull myself forward until my ass was on the edge of the bed. I leaned back on my elbows and squeezed his face between my thighs.

Propped up on my elbows, I looked down over my own breasts threatening to spill out over my corset, down over the shiny steel buckles and black leather cinching my waist, over my tiny skirt bunched up around my hips. I looked down to his face held fast between my thighs at the precise place where my pale skin disappeared underneath the black leather boots. Just over my skirt, just past my own wet cunt, his hungry, beautiful blue eyes stared back at me, asking for permission to plunge his tongue into my pussy.

Republished with permission from Dumb Domme. Read part 1 and part 2. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. Photo courtesy of Divine Bitches.

Josephine, whom everyone calls “Fine,” is an acting student who can’t seem to come out of her shell, and she never gets noticed by her teachers or peers. This all changes when a famous director comes to visit and asks Fine to audition for him. Once he realizes that she’s perfect for a part in his next play, he draws out her inner fireworks. Sure, it’s good for her craft, but how will it change the rest of her life?

Well, it seems like Fine has become more comfortable with her body, and perhaps her sexuality has evolved as well, and she’s also wearing a lovely blonde wig! Honestly, the biggest change she goes through is in regards to her mentally handicapped sister: as her individuality grows and her career blossoms, Fine loses some ability to care for her sister. It’s sad, but gosh, Stine Fischer Christensen is so damn cute in this movie.

· “Die Unsichtbare” (imdb.com)

Are you familiar with Cher Lloyd? She finished fourth on “The X-Factor” back in 2010, but Simon Cowell signed her up with Sony Music and now she’s a hot British songstress. She recently did a free concert in The Grove in Los Angeles, and her panties were all over the place. Like, for real, her skirt did nothing.

We figure that Cher knew her underwear would be showing because she’s very conscious of her hem (and she touches her skirt a bunch) and also because she wore super cool leopard print panties. What kind of woman walks on stage in a busy part of L.A. wearing leather on leopard and knowing that everyone is going to see her goods? Answer: our dream woman.

· Via Egotastic (egotastic.com)

A nice spread of fresh strawberries and homemade lemonade, some ginger snaps, a couple varieties of cheese, and a lovely baguette — wait, scratch that last one. A massive black cock. Yes, that’s preferable. Our picnic scenario is complete.

Oh, but we need one more element to really bring the whole thing together — a babe! You can’t have a picnic without a babe. According to Merriam-Webster, picnic means: an excursion or outing with cocks usually provided by members of the group and eaten in the open by babes; also : the food provided for a picnic. Or maybe that’s the definition for “perfect picnic”… Either way, we’re game!

· Buy/Watch The Best Of My Baby Got Back (theater.aebn.net)
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We don’t consider ourselves to be fashionable, and we don’t keep up with the latest looks and trends, but sometimes we get struck by the sheer awesomeness of photospreads and we start telling our friends to check out this specific model or that strange magazine because of what they’re wearing. We get excited about people wearing things! Can you imagine that? Ah, it’s weird.

Such is the case with Masha Novoselova in PULP No. 5. She’s definitely topless in a bunch of pictures, and her outfits often accentuate and enhance her beautiful breasts, but for real: this spread is so damn cool.

· Via Fashion Gone Rogue (fashiongonerogue.com)

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We already showed you a little bit of what went down in the last episode of “Femme Fatales,” and we know it’s a tad lame of us to be dipping our sticky paws back in the same barrel to show you some smut, but you have to hear us out. This woman’s name is Crystle Lightning, and she convinces a guard to unlock her cell and eat her out. We can’t not show you that.

Seriously, what kind of bloggers would we be if we ignored a clip from “Femme Fatales” that shows a genuine femme fatale at work? Crystle snaps the guard’s neck, but you don’t even feel bad for him, because he was probably happier in those last moments than he was in his entire life.

· “Femme Fatales (cinemax.com)