Newseater - Adult Edition

Perhaps taking a strategy from the Playboy/Cinemax playbook, Australian all-girl outfit Abby Winters (not a real person) has been issuing a stream of more and more generic-sounding titles. And what’s worse—the dingo-inducing hijinks inside are delightful and undeserving of the bland signage. It is like meeting your dream date at the “Encounters” lounge at Howard Johnson’s. And Howard Johnson was a real person.

Natural curves blend with natural light in these nine scenes, none of which involves temptation but each of which is decidedly intimate. Healthy Aussies masturbate themselves or each other for as long as it takes to get the job done. After all, “Abby Winters” guarantees real orgasms - or she’ll refund your money herself!

Each of the scenes is a highlight for fans of low-key, no-nonsense porn from people who look content to be there, but standouts are the Meg White-lookalike covergirl Krystin, two scenes of Lou-Ellyn (one of which features her masturbating to a Nick Cave poster), and a split screen phone sex interlude between Ren and Shaminee.

I know that naming porn movies is difficult, and that “Dirtpipe Milkshakes” is already taken, but I’d even take “Gulpilil’s Private Stash” over “Intimate Temptations.”

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· Abby Winters (abbywinters.com)
· Buy “Intimate Temptations” (gamelink.com)

Original post by Gram Ponante

Joining Team Fleshbot in Las Vegas for the Adult Entertainment Expo next month? Pack your personal digital assistant (mine is named “Stoya”) with this preliminary schedule of porn performer appearances by more than 140 of your favorite people, some of whom “Drop Loads!” and some of whom partake in dirtpipe milkshakes. We stress that this is a preliminary schedule (certain companies heavy on the Vs have not yet submitted their talent roster) but the URL below will be constantly updated so you can bookmark it on your iPhone. (One highlight we will divulge early: Kitten Natividad!)

· AEE Preliminary Signing Schedule (fan.adultentertainmentexpo.com)

Original post by Gram Ponante

You can go elsewhere for inside peeks at how things work around the Fleshbot compound and mothership, but I’ll just say that in my three years working here I have only met one other Gawker Media personality who wasn’t already known to me. Such is the terrible loneliness required of being so goddamn scintillating, that gathering us in one room might vaporize the vicinity in white-hot fire.

Thus it was odd when I joined a party for little sister site Jezebel’s commenters in L.A. (I supplied the door prize porn). I had one thing on my mind: Find out why we’ve got, like, eight commenters on Fleshbot while all other Gawker Media blogs have thousands.

First, who would have thought to have a party for commenters? Well, delightful pixie Molly McAleer, girl videographer of Defamer, that’s who.

“So many people comment on the site that I thought I’d put together a Jezebel party,” she said. “Can you bring porn?”

“Yes,” I said, “but your commenters identify themselves to each other and aren’t content to just read the site?”

“No, they feel compelled to add their opinion and build community,” she didn’t actually say, but might have.

At the party, which was attended by about 20 Jezebel commenters of varied ages and genders, from students to married couples to a nascent epidemiologist to someone who said Dario Argento’s most recent film made her sad, I asked people - all Fleshbot readers, too - why they never commented on our compelling and turgidifying fare.

Here are the top three reasons:

· “I can’t look at cocks at work.”

· “I don’t want someone clicking my username on (apparently wholesome site) Defamer and tracing it to Fleshbot.”

· “What more can I say about dirtpipe milkshakes?”

So there you have it: repression, shame, and ignorance. We’re better than this, Fleshbot readers. For some reason, comments say as much about a site as Alexa ratings. So take your work laptop into the bathroom with you and look at cocks there, and comment on those cocks, and learn about all the wonderful places they go, and comment on that, too.

And then maybe Fleshbot commenters can get a party someday.

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Previously: Fleshbot Comments: Stalking Made Easy

Original post by Gram Ponante

Missing from a lot of porn and sex writing (insert outraged contradictions here) is the feeling of warmth and closeness between two, three, or ten people after they have banged the stuffing out of one another. That is why a recent post on the site Lesbian BDSM Fantasy attracted our attention. Detailing one woman’s initiation into needle play at the hands of a girlfriend named Hawk (not “Spenser: For Hire”’s Hawk), our narrator gets gooey on her needler:

I grabbed her hand, I just had to feel her close to me. I told her how suddenly wet I was and how good it’d felt when I came. She just held onto me and I knew I’d picked the right person for my virgin piercing experience…

If the lesbians can show their feelings, why can’t we have “Dirtpipe Milkshakes And Long Walks on the Beach”?

(Photo of Lorelei Lee and Princess Donna from Kylie Ireland’s “Submitted for Your Approval“)

· Fetish Needle Play Story - 2 Femmes, 3 Needles, Endless Pleasure (lesbianbdsmfantasy.com)

Original post by Gram Ponante