I’ve been fond of the actress Emily Proctor ever since her Ainsley Hayes character waltzed through Capitol Hill on The West Wing, stealing muffins everywhere she went while destroying blonde stereotypes with strong, intelligent dialogue. Now, of course, she’s a fixture on CSI. I was accordingly pleased to discover that she bared her breasts in the 1990s in a movie called “Breast Men”:

Found on alt. binaries. nude. celebrities.

If my dentist used one of these on me, it would probably work:

A male one would work better, except I’d probably be trying to lick its cock, which would not make the dentist’s job any easier.

I found this at clube dos Malandros. I don’t understand a lick of Spanish, nor can I tell Spanish from Portuguese, but I like a lot of his pictures!

Yet another unforseen-but-utterly-unsurprising consequence of the mad stampede to give more and more surveillance cameras to the oh-so-benevolent and trustworthy police:

From this news story via Rabbits Porn Blog, where it’s explained like this:

One normally assumes those candid up skirt sites are often times staged. However, it’s not so difficult to suspend one’s disbelief to enjoy some voyeuristic soft-core. Besides, pursuing the real thing might get you the reputation of a pervert, or even arrested. However, if one was one of the people normally doing the arresting, one might expect to get away with it.

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I’m not sure if drawing this fellow’s head to be shaped like a splitting maul was supposed to be some sort of racist caricature, or not. But regardless, the lady with her face buried in her pillow is absolutely delectable:

Barelace says she loves her “boobies” (her word). And you can see why. [links died and were removed]

Dan Savage recently published a collection of letters in his Savage Love column, reporting on some real bad “how I lost my virginity” stories. This one poor girl says she got electrocuted, thrown naked into the street, sunk (naked) in a lake, had to walk home naked again, and more:

We first tried at his house. We thought the shower would be a “sexy” place to do it and that the rushing water would also be a nice cover for any strange noises. In this particular tropical country, showerheads are often electric and some fool had made theirs out of metal. I touched the showerhead briefly and was shocked so severely that I fell and spun out across the floor. At that point his host mother barged in, dragged me out of the house by my feet (buck naked, mind you), called me a ”whore,” and kicked me to the curb.

We came up with another brilliant idea: We would borrow something similar to a rowboat from a friend, paddle out onto the local lake, and get the deed done. This boat was something like 20 feet long, about 1 foot deep, and about 4 feet wide, and made of wood. We brought the necessary items: a bottle of liquor, a joint, and a condom. We paddled out and were almost instantly naked. I stuffed our clothes under the seat in the front of the boat. After one slug of the booze and one puff off the joint, we commenced to clumsily roll around in the bottom of the boat. We were about to do the deed when I told him my ass was getting wet.

“That’s supposed to happen,” he said.

A little lesson in boats: They sink slowly until they’re about half full of water, then they go down like lead weights….

My favorite part: “That’s supposed to happen,” quoth young Lothario. Blub blub.

This time it’s a vintage handjob:

It’s interesting that her face is shown while his is not. Could this be, like much early erotic photography, an essentially amateur production? Perhaps by a couple of well-to-do “gentlemen” who dare not commit their faces to film, making a souvenir of a dalliance with a lower-status woman who does not care, or cannot afford to object?