We’re pretty sure this isn’t what they had in mind when they came up with the idiom “the ole ball and chain.” Bobbi Starr has her little bitchboy in quite a predicament, attached to a very heavy bowling ball. She enjoys toying with him, making him strain against it. Perhaps this is meant to be some sort of allegory for the confines of heternormative wedlock.

Blondes may be said to have all the fun, and redheads might be rare, exotic birds, but when it comes to the chicks you wanna know and love, chances are they’re of the raven-haired variety. Dark, mysterious and lovely, we can’t get enough of those auburn, sable, chestnut, and cocoa-colored locks. Especially juxtaposed with some cock.

How our hearts and souls vibrate for a vermilion-locked lady… They’re enchanting, ethereal princesses imparting the earth with their singular sparkle. But, this being the case, why is Mallory Mallone strapped to electric-shock pads while on all fours on the ground? She doesn’t look like the type of gal who would get into trouble… But trouble seems to have found her, in the form of Bobbi Starr. Uh-oh!

Imagine our joy when we opened an email from photographer akirophoto and found this: a 3D Bobbi Starr slinging revolvers in the sun. Then imagine that joy doubling when we discovered we could buy a print for ourselves. We don’t own any of those red/cyan glasses, but it doesn’t matter. We’ll pour food coloring on our eyeballs and stare at the picture anyway!

Predicament bondage. It’s physical. It’s psychological. And it’s really, really fun to watch. Especially when it involves a metal grate, clover nipple clamps, a cattle prod, and rope, and especially especially when a leather and lacey Bobbi Starr is doing it to pixie dream girl Alani Pi. Bobbi shocks Alani, she struggles, her nipples get pulled. Call us evil but we could watch this all day.

We’re rocketing back into the exploration of our favorite stars of the porniverse and the various constellations they inhabit. Yeah. This time, we’re diving into the sparkly oeuvre of Jiz Lee and the versatile sex badassishness they represent. And it’s ever more timely because this week sees the arrival of another fabulous Fleshbot Friday, which shall be hosted by none other than Jiz in the flesh. Let’s get what’s good!

…Like any business that is a bedsheets Democrat but balance sheets Republican, Big Porn would up and move to a friendlier locale, leaving an unwashed mass of Libertarian guerilla pornographers to operate without the regulation that Porn Valley’s structure provides.

More to the point, she’s still holding freaks down and making them come. That’s what we expect from Bobbi Starr–we don’t demand it, but we’d definitely be surprised to find that a month had gone by and Bobbi hadn’t touched the pit of anyone’s horny soul with her fingers or at least a massive vibrator. Heck, she’s touching our souls right now (in spirit)!

Like a sparkling rosé of the porn world, Wolf Hudson has earned a reputation of near universal appeal. Fucking his way into the hearts and genitals of straight ladies and lesbians, hetero bros and gay dudes, and friends across the whole gamut of queerdom, we all want a piece of Wolf. As luck would have it, Wolf is a man who gives the people what they want. Let us all herald the arrival of Wolf Hudson Is Bad.