Gone Too Soon: Mamorial Day Top 10
Gone Too Soon: Mamorial Day Top 10
Blog Posts about Rachel Hunter
Amazonian uberbabe Rachel Hunter has skinspired a few famous men over the years- her exes Rod Stewart and Kip Winger for starters- so it makes sense that the former Sports Illustrated swimsuit model would be a good candidate to try to motivate guys to exercise. If we could stop staring at those Hot Legs, that is.
Get your heart rate up with Rachel Hunter, aka “Stacy’s Mom” if you're stuck in 2003 like Skin Central, after the jump!
Barely Private offers bare privates.
MrSkin.com chronicles all the bits and pieces of celebrities' bit and pieces when they get naked on film or television. But sometimes we need to expand our scope to catch all of the stars' scoops.
It would be a little impractical to leave your laptop open to your favorite celebrity nudity movie scene on your coffee table, but that's precisely why fashion photographers release high-gloss photo books—and often ditch the fashion in the process.
Snapper Sante D'Orazio previously delivered the photo collection A Private View, with plenty of views of celebrities' privates. Now he's released a follow-up, Barely Private, with even more famous bare flesh.
Find out which sexy celebs ditch their threads for Barely Private after the cut.
By Kimberly MartinSince the days when Oedipus refilled the very same womanly hole from which he initially emerged, many a feverish, one-fisted flesh fete has been furthered by an "all in the family" fantasy -- specifically, fornication with somebody's mommy.
Hence the birth of the acronym Mom I'd Like to Fuck, hereafter shortened to MILF.
By Frank GaydauMy colleagues in the rag trade used to say to me, "You don't know dick." But if there was one thing that I did know it was dick - big dicks, hard dicks, slimy spent dicks. I couldn't get enough. One in the hand, two in my mouth, three up my ass - I was a connoisseur of cock. Working in the fashion industry kept me balls-deep with likeminded studs. But then something happened. All that exposure to the radiant sexiness of supermodels sent my meat-seeking missile on a collision course with the sweet, pink, sugar walls of vaginal intercourse. I boldly went where no homosexual had gone before, straight sex.
