Patrick’s book should not be confused with “Sinner Tells All.” Just because it is unflinching doesn’t mean it scorches the earth.
AVN, an adult trade publication, was quick to call the yet-to-be-made movie “Ultimately Strokable.”
B. Skow’s announcement that he is “cordially” leaving Vivid is the second such departure notice in a week. It’s probably nothing.
Allie Haze has departed Vivid. What, you didn’t know she was with Vivid? That might be the problem.
You know how in ancient Rome they had The Five Good Emperors? No? Well, “Back Door to Chyna” is definitely in the running for inclusion in The Three Good Celebrity Sex Tapes.
“The consumer could be the biggest loser” almost made me shit myself.
I just needed to get a “Godfather 2” reference out there or I would have felt like I hadn’t done my job.
Maybe Vivid’s presence in that bone orchard was proof that when you die, that’s all there is.
Andy San Dimas fucks the entire surviving citizenry of the planet Krypton in Axel Braun’s “Superman XXX,” which makes her a shoo-in for next year’s Best Interspecies Gangbang award.
If you learned of the porn-star/hooker proclivities of the actor Charlie Sheen here, well, congratulations, because you have even less interest in celebrity sex gossip than I do.
Because there’s more than one way women can get ropey volleys lobbed across their faces and necks
I would call “Beautiful Stranger” heartwarming save for that organ being several inches above where this movie most reverberated.
“Malice” might well be Sasha Grey’s last big feature for a while, now that she’s all famous and stuff, so, if not for the chance to see a dwarf or actual nipples (courtesy of Jesse Capelli and Mackenzee Pierce) in Jumbo’s Clown Room, see it for Sasha.
In a way, encountering Kagney Linn Karter on the roof was like meeting the Space Shuttle while waving goodbye to Apollo 17.
“Make new people have to get tested once a month for three months before they get in,” says Tommy Gunn. “Quarantine the rest of California. I haven’t had civilian sex in years.”
Because you never know when you’re going to get short.
The real sex crime, of course, is how Vivid continues to hound poor trainwreck Nadya Suleman, but this excellent police porn involving the murder of Mr. Pete shows how good—and inexpensive— original porn can still be.
I used to work at United Parcel Service, so I was happy to be with Dana and the wall bass.
Vivid releases gonzo bathing suit line, suggests all porn is a lie; Digital Sin makes my testicles recede; Jamye Waxman confirms I have a great face for radio; Ryan Keely shows admirable restraint by not mentioning Narfs
The women of “Curvaceous 2” are more like Vargas beauties painted on the noses of WWII planes.