“The ones that know, know it really well,” Revell says. “And they know how to be sexy. They know how to walk, how to look at you.”

“The Nightmare Galaxy is mine!” proclaimed Psylocke, powder emanating from her skin-tight rubber exosleleton.

Part 3 of 3 For a person who was reluctant to be interviewed, PD is doing a lot of talking. “Steve Jobs understood that shades of gray are important,” he is saying in a dressing room at InSex, Oakland’s BDSM porn studio. “As a user experience, the 8-bit world was restrictive. I see people knocking [...]

Do you mind being kissed and fondled by a lecher?

We are in the Oakland studio of InSex, the legendary BDSM company, which I will learn in the next few days is part theatre troupe, part cult of personality, and part finishing school for perverts. Part 1 of 3.

Julie Simone, for all her cruelty on film, is one of the least angry people I know, and her new “Deconstructed Beauty” t-shirt line takes an often-whimsical look at celebrities from the world of the BDSM arts.

The scene was for Kink.com’s site “Wired Pussy,” and the poor Georgia-bred Jane was about to have some shocking things happen to her.

Gram Ponante explains the balloon fetish like you’re some kind of idiot

At the devices of Rebecca Reynolds, Julie Simone gets redder and redder still in “50 Shades of Red,” a fine bit of revenge bondage that involves so much candle wax and slapping that you’d swear you were home for the holidays.

If 2 Live Crew met actual talent, they might have created a song like XL’s “Mean Bitches.”

As both America’s Beloved Porn Journalist and a Costco Executive Member, I am uniquely qualified to write about both the phenomenon of “50 Shades of Grey” versus the heightened reality of “The Truth About O.”.

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These fragments would tell us a lot about Japanese culture if we were the type to believe that a culture’s pornography is any indication of that culture’s values.

Claire Adams is one of those expert riggers who happens to look really good doing it.

Pedal Verisimilitude or not, Lawrence still managed to get into the parts of Micah Moore that made real sense to me.

While Harmony Films’ “The Cult” is neither David Koresh nor L. Ron Hubbard (unless you connect Tom Cruise via “Eyes Wide Shut”), no one can say that porn doesn’t have its finger on topical subjects.

Like you, I want to get closer and closer still to the large women I admire, as if I am an ant crawling on a peach or a lonely planetoid orbiting the Sun. But it seems that the Las Vegas convention known as the BBWFanFest (July 13-15, starring April Flores and Kelly Shibari) is drawing imitators seeking to put a Lap Band on its potential. I say fie on those foul copyfats.

If you agree that porn, bless its heart, is about dressing up the solitary act of masturbation, then the couples’ movie is itself kind of a fetish; It is a paraphilia in which viewers use the performers as props for their own sordid offscreen strivings.

“Milk Nymphos 3″ is really a movie for the rest of us. It says, “I’ll take your 1 Percent and shoot it out of my ass.”

“Winter is coming,” she said, flushing demurely