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By Mistress Desire

When I share a fantasy with my man I have to be sure it is something I really want, because he is the type of guy that will make it happen and quickly. Let me tell you what I am talking about. One night while sitting in our hot tub and discussing what our plans were for the next couple weekends, we got on the subject of fantasies. I don’t know what it was that had got in my head, maybe I had heard something on the radio or saw something recently in a movie that we had watched but I had a fantasy that I found to be really hot and wanted to try. Well upon hearing this he was all up for it!! Now it was up to him to him to make it happen. I just had to wait in anticipation. He spent the next couple nights on his computer e-mailing, chatting and making plans, after only a few days he informed me one morning that I needed to be ready that night for my fantasy to be fulfilled.

So by now you are wondering what was my fantasy? Well, what I asked for was to be blind folded, handcuffed and have no idea who was fucking me. Could be male, female, both or even several I really gave no more parameters then just the blindfold, handcuff’s and not knowing everything else was fair game. That night my man received a text to let him know that his “guest” was not far away. I was then taken upstairs were I slipped into a cute lacy bra and panties, I had my leather handcuff’s and blindfold near by ( I can cuff myself to the bed post). He left me there along with my cell phone so he could text me instructions as to when they were ready to come and join me. Sitting in the candle filled room I remember “Tweeting” that something exciting was about to happen, and even getting replies from people asking me what was going on, but at the time I just could not explain.

When I heard the knock at the door my heart started to race, I tried to listen to the voice but they were talking to quiet, I am sure that was done on purpose. I heard them go to the kitchen and get something to drink. My man text me to tell me they would not be long, I then sent a tweet out that said I was about to die of pure excitement. Not only was my heart racing but my breathing was fast as well. In fact thinking about it now I get that nervous feeling all over again! Never once was this a feeling of regret or oh I wish I hadn’t said anything about this, all my feeling were like standing in line for a roller coaster. You know its going to be fun, but at the same time you have no idea what to expect from the experience. I was still trying to listen to the voices coming from downstairs, I could hear my man’s laugh I could also hear the TV that means he is comfortable with this person. Is that a hint? Have we been with this person before? Its not like we don’t have a few people, males and females that my man could call and say wanna help us out with a fantasy?

Before I knew it my text went off, it was my man telling me to get ready they were heading up in 10 minuets. I text back that I would be ready! The first thing I did was put on my blindfold, then I took my leather handcuffs wrapped them around my headboard attached my left hand and then my right hand. The cuff’s have a nice leather strap that gives me a little room to move around in, so I was able to position myself in the middle of the bed on a couple pillows. The room was dark except for about 30 tea light candles that I had lit when I first came up, I could not see because of the blindfold but this meant there would be the perfect amount of light for my man and the “guest” he was bringing with him. I heard the door open, my man said “hello” I think I just giggled, the guest said nothing. I could sense movement around me, on the far side of the bed away from the door someone sat down and began stroking my legs. On the side of the bed closer to the door someone sat down and put their hands on my stomach and breast. My breathing was so loud and my heart was pounding in my chest so hard I thought to myself “I hope I don’t have a heart attack, that would suck”

As the person closest to the door continued to feel my breast they leaned in to kiss me, I felt hair brush against my skin and I thought to myself “Its a female” then the person stood up and I could hear them taking their clothes off, again I got excited. They sat back down on the bed beside me this time reaching between my legs and testing my pussy to see if I was turned on. I think they found what they were looking for, believe me I was turned on hours before when my man told me it was happening that night. Our “guest” immediately moved to put their mouth on my pussy and began licking. Now I can not move my hands or see this person, I have no idea who is going down on me. Is it a stranger off “Craig’s list” or another adult site, is it someone my man has hired? Or someone I know? The thrill of not knowing alone makes me so much more excited. After a few minutes they stop and start kissing me all over and apparently are not big fans of the handcuff’s because they undo one side to release my hands. At this point I reach for the face, facial hair…then the head to feel the long hair, Its not a female its a guy!! I really have no idea who this is!! I know I say something to him about his hair and he kinda laughs, ohhh he sounds young! I pull him into me and make him kiss me, wow nice lips, deep kisser. I think at this point his cock is pressing against my side I reached down to grab it. He had a nice hard cock, which he brought up to my mouth. I sucked his cock, not knowing who he was and having his hands all over me was even better then a glory hole (which I have never done). I could feel my man reposition himself on the bed so that he could get his cock sucked, he grabbed my face and turned me toward him. I took his cock in my mouth. Our guest then moved back to eating me out, I was so turned on that at this point I think I was begging for someone to fuck me. My man handed our guest a condom, because of the blindfold my hearing was acute and just hearing the condom wrapper being opened and then hearing the latex being rolled down his hard cock made my pussy ache. My man says it best, in his words “Almost the second he entered you, you had the most explosive orgasm you have had in awhile”

The sex was fantastic he was able to go for a really good amount of time I got off again. When he was finished he kissed me said thank you, got dressed, my man walked him out as I removed the other handcuff and put on a robe and waited. When my man called for me I came downstairs we made ourselves a drink and talked about the experience. I then grilled him as to who our guest was and he just smiled and would not tell me. We then went back upstairs and had sex.

A couple weeks later my man told me that one of our “friends” was moving out of state and wanted to come over for a threesome before he left college for good. I was interested because we had not seen him in quite a few months. When he arrived the first thing I noticed was he had grown his hair long. I smiled and said “So it has not been as long as I had thought since the last time we were together?” He said “He was not supposed to tell” I said “He didn’t, I just guessed and you just confirmed” My man only smiled.

Mistress Desire

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name Andy Appleton
age 38
occupation Former Nightclub Geezer, Current Green card applier, Camshow cock!
sexual orientation Straight
company and/or website www.theandyappleton.wordpress.com

I expect you have a sexy English accent. Who are you and where did you come from ? Sexy Accent! I’m from the North of England! So it’s lucky you are reading this, you would barely understand me speaking. Err.. oh yeah & I’m married to Kylie Ireland, so I guess I would be her husband!

So you started as a DJ? And then you ran nightclubs? What nightclubs did you own and for how long? You are obviously pretty young, why did you decided to retire? Well, I started early in nightclubs, I was only 16 when I first started DJing but after 9 years of working for other people I decided to put my money where my mouth was & be the man in charge. I ran clubs for 10 years all over England, not REALLY famous ones but for the most part, very successful ones, I suppose my crowning achievement was a chain of 7 clubs called ‘Heaven & Hell’ …but they also turned out to be my Pandora’s box as I realized over the years that most people with any power in clubs usually end up with an allergy to common sense, old and bitter or just batshit crazy! So I packed it all in, for fear I was gonna be ‘that guy’ & just walked away. My time in clubs was definitely  fucking awesome, I loved every minute but towards the end their were so many idiots in the Industry, that it was hard work just to turn up for work, never mind entertain a few thousand people a week! I have never been one for biting my lip really, so it was  the right time to give it up when i did! I still miss the endless free Jack Daniels though!

What is the weirdest thing about you? People just think I’m weird in general, I mean this year, I fell in love, sold my entire life on eBay, left my friends & family behind, moved to LA & got married to the most beautiful woman I have ever seen (who just happens to be one of the most legendary porn stars in the business!) Although, personally I don’t think it’s weird, I prefer to think it’s romantic! Err… But I’m 38 and I still suck my thumb, does that count?

What is so fascinating about cheese? Great question! My self proclaimed nickname when I first started DJing was ‘The Head Cheese’ which eventually I shortened to ‘The Cheese’… it just stuck! But if I’m being honest it’s just a great word! I LOVE great words, my favourite word is ‘Slab’ but ‘The Head Slab’ would have sounded stupid! (infact, thinking about it, I maybe should have put this answer down as the weirdest thing about me.)

Why the obsession with Walt Disney creature and m&ms? I don’t, that’s Kylie but top marks on your background research, it took me a while to work out why you would ask me that… you are a clever cookie (or sneaky!)

How many people have you killed/ or had killed? None, although I did give someone a REALLY bad wedgie at school once.

What did you have to do with mainstream movies, were you an actor? director? or money guy? Look at you go, you have been doing your homework, I’m impressed! OK, now for the not-so-glamorous answer… When I quit clubs I launched a cinema for a friend of mine who was an area manager for a big theatre chain in the UK, I ended up working for him for a while & went to a lot of movie premieres in the West End of London, so I ended up hanging out with Bruce Willis/Will Smith types …although I did blag my way into a party with Quentin Tarantino after the ‘Inglorious Basterds’ premiere by saying I was the head of Universal, that was my 15 minutes… Right there!

You seem like an all around athletic guy, did you/do you play/watch sports?
Athletic Guy… brilliant, after 18 years in nightclubs I am now the worlds fittest & healthiest man! But seriously No; I used to play football many years ago (for which the training involved beer!) & I have won the occasional trophy (err, that would be 2) for my efforts but I haven’t played in years! I do however follow Manchester United, the greatest sports team in the world. It still amazes me how you wonderful American types haven’t embraced football (soccer)… it’s awesome, all your popular sports (basketball/baseball) are played by girls in England, apart from American Football, that’s played by men, we just take off the all protective padding & call it Rugby! (Only Kidding, I love watching American sports, you guys have so much passion for it, it’s truly admirable)

What do you do for fun ( not counting sticking it into your wife) That really narrows it down you know… I like nothing more than sticking it in my wife; trying to find time for anything else is a chore! I suppose if I must answer this question I will say that I am a big Sci Fi & movie fan, I also like ‘American stuff’ in fact, Kylie is always taking me on adventures to see some of the crazy things you guys have, only last week we went round some LA Landmarks & we are currently planning a couple of trips around this great nation via route 66 (I just wanna see big, pointless stuff). As a side note, you should do an interview with Kylie all about that kind of stuff, she is an amazing photographer, some of her Americana photos will blow your mind! I love our sightseeing trips out as she always comes back with some amazing stuff that she has captured!

All of a sudden my long time buddy Kylie Ireland who lived and worked with Eli Cross is married to you. Did I blink? Yep… it was fast eh? For me to give you an the full answer to this would take me forever, so I started an on-going blog about it because it’s the craziest story you will ever read. I will say this though, I feel I have known Kylie forever, I have never been so in love or even known of a love so strong. She truly is my soul mate, the most wonderful person I have ever met, she is the other half of me, my beating heart, I simply can’t operate without her, I have never known happiness like the way I feel when I am with her. You can read how it all started at http://theandyappleton.wordpress.com/category/the-story-of-me-kylie/

How did you meet Kylie? See the above answer, seriously read the blog… but believe it or not we actually met on Twitter (err… talking about cats.)

How long did you date? We met in December, we got married in April… so 4 months!

When did you move in together? March…

When did you get married, and why did you decide to do that? E r r Ok, I am jumping the gun, as stated it was in April… and there was never any question of why. We should be married. It was more like why WOULDN’T we be married? Kylie is my soul mate; if there is such a thing as past lives or reincarnation then we are both positive that this isn’t the first time we have been married (I don’t care if you are reading this and thinking WTF!?!) True story, its crazy I know.

Are you going to have kids? No, although I do have fun winding her up that she just wants me for my seed (Ed note- would they be apple’s seeds? sorry couldn’t resist) (although she does tend to hit me if I go too far) but a definite No, there will be no little Appleton’s running around for us, the world can breathe a sigh of relief.

Is Kylie still doing porn? Y e s, she did a scene for Girlfriend films only last week! I am sure if that changes you will be the first to know!

I notice that you both are doing webcam shows all the time. Well not ALL the time, we do it a couple of times a week, we just turn them on whenever we want & away we go… we try not to scar people who watch as we are both a tad crazy in the bedroom but it’s a lot of fun, the response from her fans has been awesome!

Did you do porn before? No, although let’s be honest when you work in nightclubs for 18 years you might as well. Me & Kylie are always debating who has had more partners but it’s an unfair argument as hers are documented and I had clubs to run… What? like I’m supposed to remember names of every girl that wanted a VIP pass.

How tough was it to make the transition from single guy to married to a pornstar? Not at all, I LOVE being married, Kylie is SOO not like what you see on screen, she is just a normal girl (she was sewing dresses & making lamp shades yesterday!) & once upon a time even I was in a long term relationship and (ignoring the fact I was most unfaithful man in the world) I used to ‘act out’ the loving partner role quite well, I just look at my previous relationships as practice of what NOT to do, so it actually worked out well! Marrying Kylie was the best thing I ever did. I would marry her everyday if I could!

What are the best things about Kylie? Hands down, her personality, she is a comedy genius, she is SOO fast witted, she ties me up in knots… she’s hilarious, there is no beating her on any level of wit! She’s also very kind & loving, it’s so fucking cute, she acts like a little girl at times and I just wanna scoop her up & chomp on her, she melts me! I also love her craziness, she has no issues with singing to cats (Kittenface anyone!) larking around & being a bit mental, she’s an awesome, roller coaster ride of emotion living with Kylie, seriously, I know I keep saying it… she is the most wonderful woman alive! (side note: She also has great tits!)

How did you decided that she was THE one? I can’t answer that with words really, it’s a ‘knowing’ that she is the ONE, I just KNOW she is. I don’t even ask why I know. Something’s just are… that’s us, we both feel it.

Where do you live now? Sherman Oaks, cool apartment (decorated by her) which also has an OUTSIDE pool !!! (Sorry, that’s such a fucking novelty for someone from England!)

What are your plans for the future? Kylie is currently working on her new website www.kylieireland.com and its looking good! When that is finished she is going to start on her autobiography (You don’t work in porn for 16 years without gathering up some great & FUCKING SHOCKING stories!)  PLUS she is working on her photography, I am always pushing her to get some published, she is THAT good. We will probably move back to England at some stage in the next 2 years, she truly loves the UK, I think she will probably finish off her book there, I have always had images of her in my head sat writing in the English country side… sigh, I really love this woman you know, as long as she is in my life I don’t really worry about the future, I know we will be happy & isn’t that what it’s all about?

A Porn Star Trying to Fit in with Civilian Life.

By Lucky Starr

I love what I do, I truly do.  But as everyone knows, the industry has its ups and downs.  Sometimes you’re shooting like mad, and other times it’s a bad dry spell, at least it’s like that for me.  I entered the adult industry after getting laid off from my survival job.  I needed money, and I wanted to fulfill a longtime fantasy that I never thought I’d have the guts to do, yet here I am. I enjoy the adult industry, but sometimes the work isn’t steady enough to keep my bills paid.  So I tried my hand at getting a civilian job again.  I dusted off my resume’, and hit the pavement.
I was “lucky” to get a job at an exclusive members only club in West Hollywood.  It was a brand new place that was still under construction.  I put my heart and soul into the training process.  Finally we opened our doors.  The clientele was the biggest Hollywood had to offer.  I couldn’t believe some of the people I was face to face with.  I worked hard, got up very early in the mornings to be at work, and I put every effort I could into this place.  But the whole time, I was living this “secret life” that none of my other co-workers knew about.  Whenever I wasn’t at this job, I was still going on porn auditions and go-see’s and still trying to burn the candle at both ends.  They all knew I had a boyfriend in porn, but they never suspected about me because I don’t generally fit the desciption of a porn girl.  One day after work, I had drinks with a co-worker.  I was a bit tipsy when we decided to share a secret about each other.  She told me hers, I told her my porn secret and we pinky swore we’d never tell a soul.
So my job went on as usual.  I have to admit, I was pretty fucking miserable at this job.  It seemed like someone was always breathing down my neck telling me everything I was doing was wrong.  It was a pleathora of micro-managing idiots who have to pick on people to make up for their own sad lame lives.  I was in tears at least once a week, BUT for once I had a regular paycheck coming in, and I was doing shoots on my days off.  I seemed to be working all the time, and for once since I moved to LA, I was on top of my bills.
Then everything came crashing down.  I started to feel strange looks at work.  People that used to come up and hug me whenever they saw me, suddenly couldn’t look me in the eye.  And other people were being super nice to me. Random barbacks who I didn’t think knew my name would come up to me and say, “Hey, beautiful!”  The girlfriend I had confided in came up to me one day and said, “Everyone knows about you.”  She was even able to tell me the websites where they saw me.  I was suddenly being cut left and right from evening shifts, and the first to be sent home if we were slow.  June 1, a manager comes up to me and says,” Can I steal you for a sec?”.  We walk to the elevators down to the main offices.  I knew what was going on. Their reason?  That I “just didn’t fit in with what they wanted”.  I clearly asked them if they have any knowledge of my “other job”.  Naturally, they said no.  No, I cleared my locker, and off I went to my boyfriend’s place in tears.
I know everything happens for a reason.  I wasn’t telling the clientele about my porn life, nor was I soliciting anything.  It’s two months later, and I’m still scratching my head wondering what went wrong.  There is so much discrimination against people of the porn industry.  Civilians think we’re perverts, sex addicts, or they think we’re some kind of superhero.  I try my best to lead a completely normal life outside of porn.  Once somebody finds out that you’re in porn, they will NEVER look at you the same way again!  If I ever started dating again, men would either think they’ve won the jackpot, or they’d run the other way screaming.
I guess the moral to this story is as porn industry performers, we’re all part of this “secret society” of people, much like superheroes.  In the civilian world, we have to maintain our anonimity.  But when the Batphone starts blinking, that’s when we turn into the porn stars that we are.  So the true moral of the story is “keep your frickin’ mouth shut!” Otherwise the consequences could be disastrous.

This post is not a review of Adult super star Brittany Andrews’ Discipline FilmWorks short film Crumble, which has been nominated for Best Director and Best Short Film and stars Steven Bauer and Oksana Lada.   This post is not about attending its premiere at the New York International Independent Film and Video Festival on July 24th.

by N’jaila Rhee

This post is the harrowing tale of everything that went wrong preventing me from seeing the film.

Saturday July 24, 2010 was supposed to be a fun day filled with romance, productivity and a movie premiere.

When I went to sleep on Friday I was positively giddy.  Not only was I covering a red carpet for a film festival I was going on a date with a man I’ve been in like with since it was illegal for him to fuck me. I was going to get penis, free food and art cinema all in one day.
This was going to be the best freaking day ever.

I was so sure that this was going to be in my top five best days ever that I took my socks off before going to bed, so upon rising they wouldn’t be rocked the fuck right off me. Of course, this is my life, and if life has taught me anything it’s that happiness like men is only a gateway to disappointment and hurt.

I woke up in my usual fashion with my cat’s ass in my face then trying not to trip over my xbox controllers on the way to empty my bladder.  After brushing my teeth I turned on my cell phone and noticed I had about 22 new text messages.  They all contained the same words “OMG”, “your site”, and “hacked”.

It took me a minute to muster the courage to actually go to my site and check.  Sure enough my site was redirecting to something lame. It would be one thing if the hacker redirected to Meatspin.com or Cakefarts.com something I could at least chuckle immaturely at. Oh no, this wasn’t even the work of an actual human being it was a bot hack.

In all honesty I wanted to cry, really I did. I know crying never solved any problems but I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so violated in my life. Something that I worked on for so long was there when I went to bed and gone when I woke up.

What didn’t help was the fact that the tech support of my hosting service while being helpful talked to me like I was a monkey in a silly hat.   I actually ended up telling one particularly condescending techie that I was a sex blogger and not mentally impaired child.
I told this fellow my site had been hacked I need my daily back up restored to July 20th before any suspicious people created accounts.  After talking to me like I was an idiot he sends me a message: “Ms.Rhee I think your site has been hacked”.  This was a good 12 minutes into talking to him I wouldn’t have been angry if that wasn’t the first fucking think I said when contacting him.

I was very proud of myself for not picking up my Macbook and murdering the first person I happened upon.  My brother, possibly sensing my murderous thoughts, suggested I take sometime away from the computer and wait for my web host techs to contact me.  Just try to do something to take my mind off the situation.

Of course I thought of my date, being the bag of wonderful that I thought he was I assumed there would be some flirty message waiting for me in my civilian email.  I logged on to find I was being canceled on in favor of fishing.

FUCKING FISH.

Sometime between arranging the date with me and waking up that morning he had the choice, my pussy or fish – and he went with the goddamn water breathers.

He didn’t even call or text me.  After reading the email I discovered that he had actually left at 4 in the morning and sent the email at around 8 am. So I was actually stood up in favor of fish.  He sent me a message because he just noticed that his blackberry had reception.
I wanted to punch the wall, but I remembered how much harder the wall was than my knuckle and I’ve had that fight before and the wall won.
It was fast approaching time for me to get ready for my “date” that was now canceled; my site was still not up and I was ready to find where ever this tech support prick lived and hobble him.

After another short pep talk and a few moments of crying on the inside, I decided that putting on a pretty sundress and having a little date with myself before the movie would calm my nerves.

As I was putting on my mascara I got an email alert from Tech support, after requesting a new agent my site was back in my control. Of course I found out it was my own fault that it was hacked in the first place.  The fraken-theme that I patched together from pieces of other themes was based on a one that had a script written into it that let a bot redirect my site.

The entire day spent wringing my hands and pleading not to lose almost two years worth of work was for nothing. All I had to do was change one line of code and delete my current theme.

With my site finally functional, ugly as sin but functional; I was free to cover the movie premiere. Things were finally looking up for me. I left my apartment 3 hours early, plenty of time to treat myself to some Thai food and Red Mango. Or so I thought.

I caught the express bus to the city and was enjoying the scenic view of West New York when the bus just stopped.  Not a natural stop, it stopped like one of the space rhinos in Avatar after getting shot.  My bus broke just died and slowly rolled to a lifeless stop.   At first I didn’t worry, there were many busses that took that route to New York.

A half an hour later I did not feel the same way. Forty Five minutes later when another bus arrived to pick up all the passengers I was miffed that I would have to forgo Red Mango and possible wait until after the movie to eat but at least I would make the Red Carpet.
Then bus number two hit traffic, and I mean some crazy gridlock God Hates YOU and ONLY YOU traffic.  I sat stone-faced as the bus moved a foot every 10 to 15 minutes.  I had about 30 mins to make the red carpet.

By the time I reached Manhatten I had missed the red carpet, hoping to at least be able to see the film I got into a cab and made my way to the film festival.  The cabbie seemed to like to take the scenic route and was none to happy with me asking him why he was turning down particular streets. After a short but expletive punctuated exchange I ended up walking the rest of the way.  By the time I arrived not only did I miss the red carpet,  The film was already showing and they weren’t letting anyone else in.

I slowly turned away from the box office and walked back toward the main road cursing hackers, cabbies, tech support and every smiling tourist I saw.  I flagged down another cab and climbed in the back seat. I felt an odd sensation spreading across my bottom and legs.

The passenger before me had left a drink in the cab, which pooled where I planted my ass.  I now had Cherry Coke Zero all over the back of my white sundress.  Brown liquid smeared all over my ass.   I asked the driver to if he would make a trip to NJ. Defeated I crawled back into my apartment took off my dress threw on my sweat pants and went to bed. Sure it was only 10pm and yes I was supposed to be dancing at midnight but with the luck I was having I was sure what ever Final Destination-esque end that was waiting for me involving Lucite heels, a stripper pole or garters would be avoided if I just stayed in and made it a Netflix night.
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Official Crumble site – http://www.crumblethemovie.com
Brittany Andrews site – http://www.clubbrittany.com/

How She Got the Role In Police Academy by Georgina Spelvin

Georgina Spelvin on Police Academy- Pt 2 by Georgina Spelvin

Police Academy – Part 3, Final by Georgina Spelvin

More than the thrill of meeting Big Bubba Smith, playing scenes with Steve  Guttenberg and Scotty Donovan, having pizza and watching TRON with the  producer’s teen-age son (no matter what the producer may have had in mind by  sending him to my room) or seeing some of the GREAT local theater in Toronto, I  am grateful to Paul Maslanski, the producer, for casting me in these two movies  primarily because the residuals enabled me to receive health-care benefits from  my union, the Screen Actors’ Guild until my retirement at age 65 made me  eligible to receive them anyway. God bless the union!

Not that I’ve had much occasion to use these benefits. I was blessed with the constitution of an iron bucket. Except for the self-inflicted damage to my toes from years of dancing on top of them, I have no maladies and rarely even get a cold. I think my scurilous past has provided me with the immune system of a sewer brat. Yes, John and I go to the gym every day after morning tea for me and coffee for him, but the truth is, John goes to the gym, I go to the spa  While he is cycling madly to nowhere, I’m in the sauna relaxing and getting a good massage.

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by N’jaila Rhee of BlasianBytch.com

Penthouse Pet Ryan Keely gave a six-hour seminar in New York City for men and couples on how to achieve a porn star sex life.  The seminar was created after Keely partnered with Up with Up Your Attraction founder Josh Rosenberg Keely presented  an evening of sex education that ranged from practical to naughty with the  assistance of adult actresses Jade Vixen and Justine Joli.

Rosenberg a “one on one attraction coach” gave a lecture on how men should prepare to and where to find attractive women.  He emphasized the importance of “stacking the deck in your favor” , which were innovative ways men can be more successful to available women. While Rosenberg spoke most of Keely and her lovely assistants taught most the seminar.

“Working with people taught me that really easily accessible sex advice isn’t available,” said Keely.

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Story & photos by Lainie Speiser

Last week the good people at Penthouse decided to treat us to an impromptu pizza party to kick off our holiday weekend, and I don’t care what anyone says, you’re never too old and jaded to get excited by six kinds of extra large pizza pies, an array of gourmet cookies and fresh cut up fruit arranged on a long conference room table. And a feeding frenzy commenced.

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By Tabitha Stevens

I have been noticing  disrespect amongst porn stars ( both male and female) towards each other since my return back to the business over this past year. Why? Seriously. We ALL have sex for a living. We should enjoy being around each other when doing our job. There is enough craziness and hate in this world so why bring attitude to the set or to a convention?

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A driver picks up the arriving thespians at the Toronto airport and delivers  Bubba Smith (whom I had not recognized on the plane) to the hotel and me to the  production office of the set. There I meet Mr. George Gains, who is playing the  Chief of the Police Academy.

“My script says you are to perform an unspeakable act upon my person in our  scene together tomorrow. I thought perhaps we might get to know each other a bit  first over dinner this evening, if you’re available.” Mr. Gains is positively  Victorian in his demeanor toward me as we shake a hello.

I don’t know what I expected. Leering? Slathering? I’m so damn defensive about  my image as a so-called star of the Golden Age of Porn that I become what I’ve  been told comes across as stand-offish when meeting new people as my alter ego. When I’m just Chele, I’m fine.
So I said, sure, and we met for dinner.

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In the summer of 1983, my career as a porn star behind me, I was madly in love  and happily putting in a lot of unpaid overtime at the Los Angeles County  Medical Association trying to figure out this new-fangled thing called a  computer. Weekends, I spent moonlighting as an assistant film editor.

One afternoon I’m slaving over a pair of hot rewinds when I get a call from an  agent whose name, Pam Basker, should have impressed me but didn’t because I  didn’t know any agents’ names at that time. Still don’t. She says the Ladd  Company (yes, as in Alan Ladd, Jr.) is looking for me. How the agent found me, I  never knew, but they’re good at that.

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