Adam & Eve celebrated its 40th anniversary this week.
The company began as the first condoms-by-mail outlet in the U.S. and later helped make vibrators and adult novelties accessible to adults from coast to coast. When the VHS tape made adult films and adult stars popular in the 1980s, Adam & Eve was the premiere provider. It continues as a video leader today with DVDs.
Besides Adam & Eve’s catalog and website, Adam & Eve currently includes a production division (Adam & Eve Pictures), a franchise department that now has Adam & Eve stores open from California to Florida and private label Adam & Eve toys.
“We have brought pleasure to millions of adults and we are proud of the sex-positive role Adam & Eve has played in American history,” Adam & Eve President Phil Harvey said. “No one else has the reach … the history that Adam & Eve has.”
Through Saturday, Adam & Eve is celebrating four decades in business with a buy one, get one on sale with 40 percent off.
Porn star Prince Yahshua broke his dick during a sex scene of Aug. 23.
Yes, it actually can happen.
Yahshua, who won the Urban X Award for Male Performer of the Year in July, was working with newcomer Bethany Benz for West Coast Productions when things went south. Benz was Caviar on the reality show “For the Love of Ray J.”
“She’s a newcomer to the game, so I start the scene and I had her in the cowgirl position and it wasn’t working out too well. I didn’t like it and the producer didn’t really like it. So I spun her around for reverse cowgirl because we thought maybe it’d be easier for her because of her height. She’s around my height. Then 10 seconds into it, her rhythm wasn’t matching with my rhythm. As I put my head to the side to talk to her, the next thing you heard was…[crunch].
“She jumped off and I guess it’s the equivalent of going to your backyard, you know how you turn on your garden hose and it sprays out? That’s exactly what happened out of my dick. It was like five to six people got massacred in the room, not killed, massacred.
“I lost a pint and a half of blood. The reason why I didn’t lose consciousness is because I was shocked and I kept on biting my lower lip so I wouldn’t fade out.”
Prince continued, “Luckily for us we had the producer and two other fairly big guys at the scene that were upstairs and they carried my big ass out and put me in the director Terry Burton’s truck and he floored it to the hospital.
“In layman’s terms I broke my dick. In the scientific world, it was my urethra, my pee hole was ripped and the aligning wall muscle to my dick was torn.”
After a three-hour surgery, Prince survived the freak accident with 32 stitches down there.
I don’t have a penis, but AHHHHHH!!!! Ouch! Eeek!!!!
Following her uber-public porn venture announcement, 19-year-old Montana Fishburne, daughter of famous mainstream actor Laurence Fishburne, is being targeted by Topco Sales, which on Friday sent her an offer via open letter…
“We have seen in various media outlets that you are set to release a film on Vivid.com in August,” Topco Sales CEO Scott Tucker writes. “We think that having your very own toy would be a great way for you to fully capitalize on your porn debut.”
If Ms. Fishburne accepts this offer, she will join the ranks of famous adult superstars such as Audrey Hollander, Bree Olson, Nautica Thorn, Joanna Angel and Taylor Vixen who have all been molded for the company’s Wildfire Celebrity Series.
“Topco Sales is known for molding porn stars and making the most realistic replica sex toys on the market. Using amazing CyberSkin material, these toys are incredibly lifelike and highly sought after,” says Desiree Duffie, Director of Marketing and Public Relations for Topco Sales.
DailyMail.co.uk reported this week the tragic story of 30-year-old Nichola Pagiton, a nanny, who was found dead in bed naked from the waist down with a vibrator alongside her as porn played on her laptop.
Police found her after her employer Sarah Griffiths went to Nichola’s home after she did not show up at work that day. When there was no reply at the door, Sarah called on Nichola’s neighbor Michelle Grant and together they peaked through the window. Through the curtains, the ladies saw Miss Paginton lying on her bed with a cat lying on her chest.
“After they broke in they realized Miss Paginton was dead,” said Sgt Webb. “She had a computer on her lap and when they moved it and lifted the duvet, they found she was naked from the waist down and there was a vibrator in the bed. The laptop was still displaying pornographic material.”
The coroner determined Nichola died from a sudden heart arrhythmia, brought on by her state of arousal…
“I am satisfied Nichola Paginton died of a natural disease process – sudden cardiac arrhythmia,” the coroner said. “It is not always possible to determine an exact cause of death but it is likely that her activity before death contributed towards it.”
A new survey reveals more women are having wilder sex and watching porn.
The survey, done by the English Netmums website, found three-quarters of women having less sex because of longer work hours, but when they do have sex, they’re much more adventurous when compared to last year’s survey, TheSun.co.uk reported.
The study shows 76 percent of women use porn, that’s a 10 percent rise from last year’s survey of women who admitted watching porn with their partners.
The most popular format is online porn, which is watched by 61 percent of couples.
Just one couple in 20 looks at magazines, while 18 percent watch porn DVD’s.
The survey of 4,200 women also revealed four in five women like to dress up and indulge in role play.
A French maid uniform is used by 42 percent of women, followed by nurses uniform, while 16 percent of couples like the policewoman uniform.
More than half of the women said they use sex toys in the bedroom to add excitement.
“Our survey shows they are taking control in the bedroom,” Netmums founder Siobhan Freegard said. “They know what to do to get their sex lives back on track and are not afraid to experiment and introduce new methods to spice things up.”
“During this age of multi-tasking, when we all wish there were 25 hours in a day, at least women are going after quality sex when they are having it,” Katy Zvolerin, Adam & Eve’s public relations director said. “That women are willing to experiment more and become more adventurous says a lot. We are finding that themed lingerie, costumes and toys are much more popular than in years past, and a great way to add fun in the bedroom.”
Last year’s survey showed more than half weren’t happy with their sex life, but this year more than 60 percent claimed to enjoy a fulfilling sex life.
I work in the adult industry. That doesn’t mean I make porn. That doesn’t mean I’m a porn star, and it certainly doesn’t mean I’m obsessed with porn. The adult industry is like a big umbrella, and underneath are several areas of business, each very different and separate from each other:
I work for a publishing house that writes news articles, publishes features articles, and hosts conferences that help adult companies run their businesses. Porn fans not only aren’t interested in us, they likely don’t know we exist. We produce magazines of interest to the folks porn fans DO know: Hustler, BangBros, Playboy and the companies that have pornified all the wholesome television we grew up loving. Think “Seinfeld,” “Gilligan’s Island” and “The Brady Bunch” but with cumshots. (Yeah I don’t want to think about it, either.)
We also produce magazines for all the other business that fit under that adult umbrella. That means I work with retailers, product manufacturers, designers — all kinds of folks. And that DOESN’T mean I’m a nympho who spends 9-5 in front of a television or computer screen. I’ve never been much of a porn fan, and if anything this job has turned me off completely. Whatever it does for you does the opposite for me.
Dating me doesn’t mean you’ve finally found a chick willing to watch that shit with you. Yes you’ve found a girl who won’t freak out when she finds “Ass Fixation 7″ or “Cum Crusaders 14″ in your sock drawer — but please don’t suggest we stay in on Friday night to check out the newest “Harry Potter” parody. (That includes “Hairy Potter,” “Harry Pornher” and “Whorry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Balls.”) That is the LAST thing I want to do, and I promise a BJ-free weekend as a result.
Chances are Gap employees don’t fold their shirts when they go home; mailmen don’t spend their weekends organizing stamp collections; optometrists don’t always wear glasses. And did you ever notice that manicurists often have dirty, broken fingernails?
It’s a job, people, not a lifestyle.
My best friend of 20 years got married a month ago on the same weekend that three high school classmates tied the knot with their respective spouses. Now my twin sister is getting married on Saturday.
Is there something in the air? Or is this what happens when you get into your mid-to-late 20s?
What I find most intriguing is the absolute lack of stress, anxiety and pressure I feel to follow suit. I see these happy couples standing together, vowing their true and honest — but not necessarily undying — love for each other and I feel a pang of, “Why not me?”
But that feeling goes down the hatch almost as fast as my champagne, and by the time we make it to the first dance, I’m already at the DJ table trying to decide which Britney Spears song I should request first.
And the fact that my sister — TWIN sister — is getting hitched should give me some kind of push in that direction, don’t you think? Aside from her, I’m the only family member with this surname left to find a mate and spread the family name/genes (my father was the only Winter of his generation to have procreated) and it’d be a real shame if the world were to someday have no Winters of our kind roaming the earth. We’re kind of awesome.
But I just don’t feel it. (Thank goodness.)
I suppose I should brace myself for an emotional roller coaster this weekend, though. I’m sure the reigning joke of the rehearsal dinner and reception will be something along the lines of, “Well Anne, now it’s your turn!” or “Where’s YOUR perfect match, huh?” or “Bet you’re jealous!”
I have two weapons that will be a cinch to get through airport security and foolproof for fending off drunk Italian family members:
1. “Hey, did I mention I work in porn? Let me tell you all about it.”
2. Mace, in a little tube that looks like lipstick. Single girl’s best friend.
If I found out my mailman has secretly been hoarding my plastic-bag-encased magazines and boxes from SexToyDirect for the past 10 years, I dunno if I’d feel sympathetic (emphasis on the “pathetic”) or irate. That shit ain’t cheap.
Some postman in England was caught red-handed (probably from all the chafing) with an attic full of stolen items — including sex toys, porn and lingerie. He managed to avoid detection by opening selected packages, removing one or two items, and then carefully resealing what was left in each box before delivery.
This guy is probably going to jail. I hope he stole a soap-on-a-rope or two sometime during his decade of depravity, because Pinky and Jimbo aren’t going to be impressed when they learn why their mailman cellmate got locked up.
Pornstars don’t contort themselves on-screen because 90-degree-angle pile-drives feel better.
If porn was simply made with a camera, a tripod and a flat surface to fuck on, you’d see a heck of a lot of knees, backs, ears and man-ass and not much else. And who wants to spend $40 (or 5 minutes of download time) on that, when you can watch that kind of amateur stuff online for free.
Porn directors need “the shot” just as much as Hollywood does. Cameramen need to get sex on tape from as many angles as possible, which means oftentimes porn stars must hone their inner Russian gymnast to maintain positions without their legs/arms/torsos getting in the shot. (What good is watching a BJ on DVD when you can’t see the girl’s face as she swallows it whole?)
But remember, just because she’s moaning, screaming and flailing about doesn’t mean she’s enjoying herself. The performer is doing just that — performing.
So if you want me to “fuck like a porn star,” I’ll start stretching — but start practicing your Johnny Depp impression (post-”Edward Scissorhands,” pre-Tim Burton) because next week I’m going to ask you to “act like a movie star.”
Don’t: Not sure how to put this lightly…
…please don’t cum all over me.
The porn scene: Guy is banging girl. Both are about to cum. (She’s probably faking — sorry, had to insert that. Pun intended.) Then just as he hits his mark, he pulls out and finishes all over girl’s stomach/back/face/whatever. Girl coos in delight, and might even rub it all over herself.
The real life scene: Guy is banging girl. Both are about to cum. He pulls out and finishes all over girl, and girl lies there wondering what just happened, where the nearest towel/shower is, and what’s the fastest/cleanest route to get to it.
Just like not every guy likes his salad tossed, not every girl likes spooge in her eye. If she does — especially if it turns her on — she’ll likely give you the green light beforehand.
If that green light never cums comes, take it as a hint: either she’s not into that sort of thing, or she forgot to take out her contacts first.