He was waiting for me outside, when I left the office. We have been chatting online for the last two weeks now. He was a hot older gentleman his skin was light but dark enough to tell he was black. There was no denying that he was black once his boxers came off. He was hung like a horse as for what I saw in pictures. After a long anticipated two weeks of teasing each other online, he was finally here. I had him to myself for the next three days. My heart skipped a beat as I approached him biting my lip. He smiled as he said hello in a deep voice, I shyly said hi back. We hugged and he kissed me I was timid. His skin so dark compared to my pale white skin, his muscles were so big to my frail body. He unlocked the car and we both got inside. We talked about life as we drove to the hotel. I told him how my husband is always away on "business" trips and how I secretly caught him fucking the neighbor about a month ago, when I came home early from work due to illness. We finally arrived at the hotel and went to the room. I asked him if he brought condoms, which he replied no. I was kind of mad but at same time my husband didn't use a condom with the neighbor either. I looked at him and made him promise to pull out, which he agreed. He took off his shirt revealing his sex sleek six-pack abs I was mesmerized. He coughs breaking my gaze, he asks if I'm going to strip too and laughs. I clumsily take off my top, nothing sexy about it. My ample B cup breast hang snug in my white lace bra, as he starts to unbutton his jeans. I bite my lip in anticipation, his pants drop, he kicks them the rest of the way off. He walks over to me and unzips my pencil skirt making it fall to the floor, revealing my white cotton panties. He takes a step back to admire my semi-nude body and smirks. He then proceeds to lift my up, I wrap my arms and legs around him as we make out. He carries me to the bed and drops me on top of it. He then proceeds to take off my panties and starts eating my tight shaved pussy. It feels so amazing, I'm grabbing at the covers as he licks and sucks on my clit, moaning for more and more getting wetter and wetter with every lick, then he slides a finger in and I lose it, grabbing his head I let out a scream as my orgasm rushes over me. Panting hard, I release his head and go limp. He crawls up my body kissing every inch undoing my bra, he puts one nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, making me quietly moan. He then sucks the other nipple before making out with me again. He plays with my boobs as I start rubbing his semi-hard cock through his boxers. He breaks the kiss and pulls down his boxers and out popped the biggest cock I ever saw. It had to be already eight inches and it wasn't even fully hard yet, I was scared to touch it, my eyes had to been big as saucers looking at this thing. He looked at me and smiled, I took a deep breath, gulped real hard then I grabbed it. I then proceeded to lick the massive head before putting my lips around it. I was surprised my mouth opened wide enough for it to fit, it had to at least be four inches thick. I started to slowly suck the massive thing, he was slowly pushing my head down farther and farther till I started gagging. Now at a full length of about twelve inches I had to stop sucking it. I laid back down beside him, he kissed me, then got back on top of me. Oh no, I cant watch, he's going to put that huge thing inside of my tight little pussy. He rubs the head up and down my tight wet slit, I grab the covers, close my eyes, and bite my lip in anticipation. He starts to slowly put it in stretching my little pussy open, it hurts, but this what I wanted. He hits my cervix and starts to withdraw before going back in. He gets a steady movement going and the pain starts to get replaced with pleasure. I start moaning more and more as my orgasm approaches, I grip the covers and let it all go. Holy fuck I just squirted for the first time ever, my husband nor my exes could make me do that, the bed is soaked. He starts to pick up the pace, turned on by the squirting no doubt, he starts grunting. Oh no pull out, it's to late, he fills my womb with his seed. Well there is no point of pulling out the next two days either. Two weeks later I found out that I'm indeed pregnant, and it is his, and the neighbor is also two months pregnant by my husband, we are getting divorced. The End

I know how much you guys like to hear about my sexual escapades, but if you look at the top of your browser then you'll be reminded that there is often a second subject addressed in my epic stories of booze and regret. The following, sadly, is a tale of the latter with not much of the former. But fret not, because I assure you that this tale of unwarranted unemployment is as epic if not more epic than most of my sexual escapades and I can pretty much guarantee that by the end of this post you're going to wish you were there to see it happen. Fasten your seat belts and buckle up your strap-ons cause here's the story of how I got fired because of a dildo…

At this point in my life I've come to realize that I'm not really good at relationships. It's not my fault if you think about it because growing up I never had a well-functioning relationship in my family that I could watch and learn from. Unless you count my grandmother angrily washing dishes with the fire and furry of a thousand suns in her eyes, pretending to ignore the sound of "Burning Ring of Fire" by Jonny Cash being blared at a deafening level causing the entire house to shake healthy. So when I finally meet a guy that I'm interested in I unintentionally and do any and everything possible to fuck it up and I am once again left sad and alone with nothing but a bottle of red and monstercockland.com to keep me company. This, my dear friends, is yet another prime example of one of those instances…

I've just discovered this wonderful new feature that Facebook has started called "On this day in 2010..." where it shows you on a side bar your status updates from this same date last year. Not sure yet the rhyme or reason for its appearance because it seems to live in the same place as "People you may know" and "Sponsored Pages" (aka: ads) but this morning I couldn't help but notice a status I had written on this day in 2010 about what I had been doing at Trapeze School and came to realize that today marks the one year anniversary of what I like to call my Broadway five-some.

For those of you who are avid "Getting Fucked and Getting Fired" followers, you know that I always use nicknames to protect the guilty, unless you REALLY piss me off or it happens to be a famous person. Well, Dumpcelo's nickname came at a time when I was working in a restaurant the entire staff referred to as "The Dump" and we spent the majority of our shifts making up songs and replacing key words with the word dump.  Our punny song writing was amplified when one afternoon Skeletor (a manager who's nickname came from the fact that he was effeminate and emaciated... like Skeletor) asked me to clean the outside step to the restaurant so I threw on the nearest doo-rag (can I say that? Does that make me racist?) and gave you my best Cinderella impression. Needless to say this spawned a whole new genre of songs including my own personal favorite "A Lovely Dump!" Not so shockingly enough, Skeletor ended up letting me go after I put in my two weeks notice. Can't imagine why he didn't like me... Anyway, with that all being said, you will soon learn why I'm not actually going to use his nickname as I tell you how and why I wasted just over half a year thinking that Marcelo actually cared about me the way he often told me he did...

So recently I’ve found myself using Grindr much more than usual. Not that I’m actually hooking up with anyone (two in a span of three months which is good considering I know guys that have had three in the same day) but I recently came across a psycho Cuban Go-Go boy who reminded me of a fling a had a couple of years ago. Not psycho in the like Norman Bates or Buffalo Bill sense of the word, but psycho in that crazy possessive, jealous, “it always has to be about me” mentality that most Latin men suppress because they’d never be able to keep a man otherwise. Not-so-interesting story short he told me to stop texting him because it took me too long to answer a question, but not after he had sent me a full naked photo album and a couple of videos of him fucking some other guy (cause that’s a huge turn on apparently). Not that all Latin guys are like that, but the culture does tend to ere on the side of (for lack of a better word) clingy. Honestly I blame the mothers… A good friend of mine dated this whack-job Brazilian off and on for years and they were constantly getting in full-blown physical fights because the whack-job always thought my friend was sleeping around (even with me once, which is only funny because he’s probably the one friend I've never slept with) when in reality the whack-job prostitution whore was the one fucking one of his coworkers the entire time. And that, my dear friends, is why we do not date bartenders or go-go boys.

Listen, gentlemen, it's called a 'Gentlemen's Club', which means that one must behave as such. Though it is part of the entertainer's job to create a sexy and fun experience for the patrons that walk through the door that does not then mean that regular polite behaviors are negated. Sometimes it's because it's fun to play king for a night or sometimes it's inexperience but the behavior sometimes goes really badly really quickly. Here is what not to do at the strip club, guys:

A woman enters into a Dom-Sub relationship.

Throughout my adulthood, I’ve experimented with toys. I’ve seen them evolve from cheap plastic chunks to high tech sex treats that give you complete control over the sensations you feel. That being said, I’ve always been a bit leery of “programmable” sex toys.

Ah, the many things you can now get done to your crotch. Your most intimate female part has never received so much attention! From the confusing, and unnecessary, to the downright dangerous, here are some of the latest trends in vaginal upgrading.

Have you been missing pleasure and sensuality in your life lately?

This weekend, I attended my first fetish convention and it was quite an eye-opener.

When I started this journey of BDSM I was like everyone when they first start, I knew very little to no vocab. This isn't a bad thing unless you refuse to learn. So why does it matter? Oh it matters lets take a look at why.

There is no problem great or small that cannot be addressed when trying to improve your sexual well-being. Sex and sexual intimacy likely bring about a myriad of emotions for you, some of them likely good as well as some of them being bad. The definition of sex changes from person to person, and with it so does the emotion surrounding sex. However, the human sexual response is complex and, at times, difficult to understand. There is no shame in wanting to improve your sexual health, whether it is by fixing it emotionally, mentally, or physically. Your understanding of your own personal self as well as understanding your relationship with a sexual partner are important pieces in the great puzzle of developing and maintaining control over your sexual health.

Risks and uncertainty. Much hygiene, constant hand washing, masks and, of course, a social distance of two meters.

He was waiting for me outside, when I left the office. We have been chatting online for the last two weeks now. He was a hot older gentleman his skin was light but dark enough to tell he was black. There was no denying that he was black once his boxers came off. He was hung like a horse as for what I saw in pictures. After a long anticipated two weeks of teasing each other online, he was finally here. I had him to myself for the next three days. My heart skipped a beat as I approached him biting my lip. He smiled as he said hello in a deep voice, I shyly said hi back. We hugged and he kissed me I was timid. His skin so dark compared to my pale white skin, his muscles were so big to my frail body. He unlocked the car and we both got inside. We talked about life as we drove to the hotel. I told him how my husband is always away on "business" trips and how I secretly caught him fucking the neighbor about a month ago, when I came home early from work due to illness. We finally arrived at the hotel and went to the room. I asked him if he brought condoms, which he replied no. I was kind of mad but at same time my husband didn't use a condom with the neighbor either. I looked at him and made him promise to pull out, which he agreed. He took off his shirt revealing his sex sleek six-pack abs I was mesmerized. He coughs breaking my gaze, he asks if I'm going to strip too and laughs. I clumsily take off my top, nothing sexy about it. My ample B cup breast hang snug in my white lace bra, as he starts to unbutton his jeans. I bite my lip in anticipation, his pants drop, he kicks them the rest of the way off. He walks over to me and unzips my pencil skirt making it fall to the floor, revealing my white cotton panties. He takes a step back to admire my semi-nude body and smirks. He then proceeds to lift my up, I wrap my arms and legs around him as we make out. He carries me to the bed and drops me on top of it. He then proceeds to take off my panties and starts eating my tight shaved pussy. It feels so amazing, I'm grabbing at the covers as he licks and sucks on my clit, moaning for more and more getting wetter and wetter with every lick, then he slides a finger in and I lose it, grabbing his head I let out a scream as my orgasm rushes over me. Panting hard, I release his head and go limp. He crawls up my body kissing every inch undoing my bra, he puts one nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, making me quietly moan. He then sucks the other nipple before making out with me again. He plays with my boobs as I start rubbing his semi-hard cock through his boxers. He breaks the kiss and pulls down his boxers and out popped the biggest cock I ever saw. It had to be already eight inches and it wasn't even fully hard yet, I was scared to touch it, my eyes had to been big as saucers looking at this thing. He looked at me and smiled, I took a deep breath, gulped real hard then I grabbed it. I then proceeded to lick the massive head before putting my lips around it. I was surprised my mouth opened wide enough for it to fit, it had to at least be four inches thick. I started to slowly suck the massive thing, he was slowly pushing my head down farther and farther till I started gagging. Now at a full length of about twelve inches I had to stop sucking it. I laid back down beside him, he kissed me, then got back on top of me. Oh no, I cant watch, he's going to put that huge thing inside of my tight little pussy. He rubs the head up and down my tight wet slit, I grab the covers, close my eyes, and bite my lip in anticipation. He starts to slowly put it in stretching my little pussy open, it hurts, but this what I wanted. He hits my cervix and starts to withdraw before going back in. He gets a steady movement going and the pain starts to get replaced with pleasure. I start moaning more and more as my orgasm approaches, I grip the covers and let it all go. Holy fuck I just squirted for the first time ever, my husband nor my exes could make me do that, the bed is soaked. He starts to pick up the pace, turned on by the squirting no doubt, he starts grunting. Oh no pull out, it's to late, he fills my womb with his seed. Well there is no point of pulling out the next two days either. Two weeks later I found out that I'm indeed pregnant, and it is his, and the neighbor is also two months pregnant by my husband, we are getting divorced. The End

I am not really the person to show my naughty side outside the bedroom, but when I got the offer from a very sexy and attractive police officer in my second year of university it was very hard not to take him up on the offer.

Okay.

With every generation comes new aspirations and it appears today's generation aspire to be Content Creators and Social Media Influencers. Not a bad inspiration goal but does it matter how you do it!

The media often talks about men pleasuring themselves – by which I mean there’s a lot of jokes made about masturbation and genitalia, but only for men. This is because there are a lot of men in the media, they are all over television shows, movies, politics. Sure, there have been improvements over the years, but we still have a lot of work to do. That said, when remarks about the area between one’s legs are made, they are often about men, and not about men. In fact, the closest thing to comments being made about female genitals is a John Oliver sketch featuring his Catheter Cowboy saying, “and that little feller there is what we call the clitoris,” mispronouncing that final word.

Women over the age of 30 are either feeling really sexual, or suppressing it. And I’m talking to the ones that suppress it. What’s wrong with the word sexy anyway?

Human sexuality isn't black and white, and thanks to changes in societal views, and the law, it's no longer as taboo as it used to be. Of course, that doesn't mean that every kink and fetish is equally accepted or even known. Primal Play, for example, is relatively new and, as a result, little understood. Other kinks are less talked about because they are little more 'niche'. These 10 kinks are some of the least commonly talked about.

Of all the downsides that sexual moralising brings, the lack of information surrounding kinks, fetishes, and non-traditional relationships. Primal play is just one of the many experiences and kinks that is under-represented and misunderstood. Now, full disclosure, my journey into kink and non-traditional sexuality is still underway; I am not the most experienced. Yet, I feel that this makes it imperative that I speak out.

Kyte lays there, tied to the bed in a Y shape, his wrists and ankles restrained by soft leather cuffs. Wearing only black swim trunks, his inviting body is just waiting. Not that he will wait for long.

Have you ever wanted to be told that you're a woman's best ever lay (and believe her when she says it)? Do you want to hear your girl scream and beg for more?

Ever thought about selling pictures of your feet? Unsure where or how to start? Cait has you covered. In this article, I give you a step-by-step guide on how to turn your feet pics into actual cash! Stay tuned, I also give great advice along the way as you read!

A unicorn is rare, mystical, and perceived as a myth. In the non-monogamous (or monogamous) community it's quite the same. This is a term (that can be derogatory) used to describe someone, usually femme, who joins a couple for a consensual ménage à trois. Generally it's monogamous-ish and heterosexual-ish couples look for a bisexual female for no-strings-attached, usually one-time-only sex.

As Shirley Manson once sang on the 2005 alt-rock album Bleed Like Me - “It’s our conviction, sex is not the enemy,” — at least that was so we thought.

This is a word that I've been called quite often in my few short years as an adult and unlike most people it never really bugged me. Now, I can't say that I fully agree with Mr. Webster's definition, mostly because I've always used these two words with the meanings switched. Last time I checked a prostitute was a person who got paid for sex and it sure as fuck didn't have to be a woman! To be honest, I've always thought terms like whore and slut were more relative to the person using them because much like an elementary school bully who's twice the size of everyone else in his class and has a gland problem, it's his way of feeling better about himself by thinking that he is the better person. Bam! You all just got schooled. :)

I haven't had sex in a month. Ugh, it hurts just to type it out... Now, I've gone far longer without it mind you but for some reason this month seems to sting a little extra. One old cast of mine had a bunch of post-its on the call board in the hallway with the number of days I had gone without... Obviously I was pretty vocal about it. And when I did a contract in the Mediterranean I went without it for six months while my boyfriend Cole waited for me back in Tennessee and trust me when I say that those drunken nights in Barcelona and Santorini were not always easy to get through. So I did what any normal self-destructive person would do and waited until I got home to cheat on him with a kid from the Hairspray tour and a yokel with braces who ended up looking like a decent guy 3 years later when he got the braces off and lost a few pounds (I'm not mean... just honest). And there have been more than one three month periods of unintentional abstinence, however I honestly think this is the longest I've gone without sex since 2006. Boo.

First off let me apologize for taking such a huge break. I would say I was busy but that's a total lie. It was more like laziness and a lack of anything interesting to write about. My time in Philly was mostly spent sitting on a couch in the green room playing games on my phone and swatting away 50+ year old roid-heads at the gay gym by the theater so other than a couple of drunken hook-ups (including the night before I came back to NYC) it was fairly uneventful in blog terms. I mean, when your tricks get nicknames like "Hair Plugs" and "Scrappy-Doo" it doesn't really leave me with much to write about. But Thanksgiving, however, was now officially the first day I got fucked AND fired in the same day. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. :)

Since I was a little kid my favorite holiday has always been Halloween. Don't get me wrong, Christmas was always pretty spectacular as far as presents and food is concerned, but this little faggot finally getting to dress up and get away with it one day a year... bitch please, you can't beat that shit. Even when I was little I refused to do any costume unless it was full-out! When I was so young that I can barely remember I ripped my plastic Gumbie costume on the 3rd or 4th house we went to and I spent the rest of the night crying because the integrity of the shiny green plastic costume from K-mart was ruined. In the third grade I went as Uncle Fester because the Adams Family movie was so hot at the time and I was smart enough not to go as Wednesday, but I got mad at my mom for not letting me shave my head and making me wear pantyhose instead... but she could only find the double-leg hose so I looked like I had Wednesday pig-tails anyway.

Holding hands, the two young women made their way to the park. Yuzuko couldn’t believe her eyes; not a person in sight. On a glorious day like this, why was it so desserted, Yuzuko asked herself feeling tingling sensations between her legs. She had always been a woman with pride. Her black wavy hair touched her shoulders, her floral dress brought her petite figure to life. Her beige leather handbag looked twice her weight. She lived her life as the ‘It’ girl, the one who had it all. Of all the treasures she had from a priviliged upbringing, Sakura was by her her favourite treasure in the universe.

Remembering to make enough time for self-care can be a challenge, but it’s also important – especially now with so much going on in the world. Treating yourself once in a while can help keep life sweet in the midst of all the sour. Here are a few ideas to consider the next time you’re due for a little something extra.

1.Who Did You Give Your First Kiss To?

Sex is an act that almost everyone has experienced, if you haven’t that’s totally okay too, but it’s a very common thing in human nature. Sex can be empowering, loving, and can teach you a lot of new things about yourself and your partner. For some women it takes some time for them to reach their climax, some are fortunate enough to say that they can orgasm multiple times with ease and rather quickly, but it’s perfectly normal if it takes you a while. Not everyone is the same and that’s part of the human anatomy, everyone is different in their own way. But one thing that’ll definitely drive you over the edge are the types of positions you try with your partner. Each one will definitely have you begging for more! I advise you to try these positions at least once in bed. Switching things up while you’re getting heated with your partner is definitely a must, just to keep things interesting and fun!

We live in a time where all our social media gives us access to a direct message box & anyone that can find you on social media can also jump into that direct message box to say whatever they want to you. In the past, I've shared plenty of situations and conversations that I've dealt with personally; some were good, some became blog stories and some became DELETE/BLOCK worthy, either way they were relate-able to whoever read them.

When Alberto, Julia, Margarita and Stefano were teenagers, the "nudes" didn't have that name, they were simply photographs with little or no clothes. Blackberrys were still in fashion and sending or receiving a good quality picture was a feat.

I've had to mix things up a bit lately; my usual go to websites for porn have been falling a bit flat. It's not the sex but the acting setup which tends to leave a lot to be desired. An excellent site to try out is definitely 'Nubiles' which do some absolutely crazy scenes with realistic acting. Another good one is Naughty America and I've reviewed plenty of their scenes on Vocal. I recently decided to try another Brazzer's scene as it came up on my search engine. They've been a bit rubbish lately with their slap stick antics but I was convinced by the gorgeous blonde on the cover screen. The scene was entitled 'Mom's Rules' starring Holly Hotwife and Kieran Lee.

We Brits had our best times over 100 years ago when we practically ruled the world with the 'British Empire.'

I was browsing the internet and stumbled across a porn scene starring a brunette. I didn't recognize her at first but when the scene started I was shocked to find it was pornstar Molly Jane of Florida. She's a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine with natural curves of 32DDD-24-36 and of Italian/ Irish descent. She certainly has a unique look about her and when I was watching her she was a lot younger. Currently 27 years old it appears she's doing more 'MILF' scenes now despite her young age. If you look into her background though it appears she grew up pretty fast. Before she got into porn she claimed to have had sex with over 50 men including two of her father's employees. That's certainly the profile of a girl who likes to live on the wild side.

At this point in my life I've come to realize that I'm not really good at relationships. It's not my fault if you think about it because growing up I never had a well-functioning relationship in my family that I could watch and learn from. Unless you count my grandmother angrily washing dishes with the fire and furry of a thousand suns in her eyes, pretending to ignore the sound of "Burning Ring of Fire" by Jonny Cash being blared at a deafening level causing the entire house to shake healthy. So when I finally meet a guy that I'm interested in I unintentionally and do any and everything possible to fuck it up and I am once again left sad and alone with nothing but a bottle of red and monstercockland.com to keep me company. This, my dear friends, is yet another prime example of one of those instances…

Arrogant assholes have always been my thing. I think it’s because people like this means good looks, money, power, status, partying, drugs, and fun. Omg, the way they carry themselves was so addictive. Swearing they’re the best next thing that everybody wants. The challenges them mother fuckers use to put me through gave me a hard on. The fact they could have anyone in the world, but they chose me stroked my ego. It’s funny because I never went after their money, status, body, or even their love. I just wanted my ego stroked.

Losing Bash took a lot out of me and for a while I couldn’t look at Tom-Tom or even ask to see him. Mo and Jerry stayed by my side for nearly the whole year, but I eventually had to get over the grief and move on with my life, not that I didn’t sometimes find myself hiding in the closet with his shirt and letter just to have a good cry.

With my "spread-wide" fame as a purveyor of sex toys and sex dolls, it's no surprise that a representative from a new shop, SO Dolls, reached out for a site review.

From an adult products report, sex dolls buck the trend during the coronavirus period. A lot of people have used the opportunity of the lockdowns all over the world to have fun and embrace solace and companionship in sex dolls. Of all the sex dolls being acquired by different people, the mixed race sex lady doll named Natasha has set a record and has become the most popular one by being the most acquired by customers all over the world.

There’s a variety of sex toys in the market-all at different price points, and with different textures and purposes- decision making can be a little intimidating. I’ve selected a few of the most pleasurable toys recommend by experts and with the best reviews. Waiting ahead, 10 different toys with one main focus-to make you orgasm.

Girls, my boos, I think most of think that sex can be many different things. It can be slow, romantic, and totally mind blowing. It can be hard, fast, and dangerous. It can be somewhere totally inappropriate, or it can be in your own bed. Either way, we have many different fantasies about how its going to play out.

Society places a lot of emphasis on orgasms. We’re meant to orgasm easily, every time we have sex, and, preferably, at the same time as our sex partner. As a sex therapist, I’ve seen first-hand how sexual ideals like these not only make sex more complicated – they also create sexual issues, like female difficulty achieving orgasm.

Sex education is a well-discussed topic these days, and the opinions and perspectives regarding this topic are divided. For so long in the educational system, sex was a taboo topic, and we educate our children not to discuss this topic in public. And yet, sexual content is all over the place.

When was it that rotting flesh devils who sucked a person dry of blood until their lungs rasped out their last became sex objects? Vampires and sex seem intertwined together. Before Twilight, before Anne Rice, and before Dracula, vampires were seen as devils or demons. Soulless husks who preyed on the living.

Her iconic role as Mrs. Robinson was an older married woman that tried to seduce the much younger Benjamin Braddock. Her role in The Graduate set the standard for what every cougar would be judged by: sexy, seductive, smart and mature. Although Anne Bancroft starred in dozens of movies throughout her career, the award-winning actress kept to a very private life away from the camera. As one of three sisters in a modest and close-knit Italian family, she centered her world around her family. Up until her death in 2005, Bancroft spent her personal time with her husband–the iconic Mel Brooks–and their son, away from the paparazzi. In a vintage interview with Viva magazine, she opened up about her beliefs, her career and why she decided to stay away from the spotlight after marriage. In the 21st century, age has become more of a perception than reality. Words such as cougar have become terms of endearment for a culture that has an enlightened notion of age and the role it plays in relationships. Anne Bancroft’s progressive view is as relevant today as when she originally spoke to Viva in the mid 1970s.

Before the sexual revolution enabled pornography to go mainstream (do Penthouse and Playboy sound familiar to you?) adult magazines, or ‘girlie mags’, were already in successful circulation. Now, all of these years later, you might infer that the precursors to mainstream distribution were tamer than their successors; no nipple means less suggestive, right? However, the titles and overall aesthetic of vintage porn are in some ways more lewd and crude than their modern counterparts, more akin to so-called ‘hardcore’ porn which often highlights specific sexual fetishes.