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Our Friends
(Bad Seed)
Director: Kylie Ireland
Starring: Felony, Melissa Lauren, Victoria Sin, Missy Monroe, Sasha Knox, Nicky Hunter, Jada Fire, Poppy Morgan, Venus, Lyla Lei
Victoria Sin and others are all waiting for you to come home. They are in your bedroom, writhing with passion, cooing your name. They want you bad and you no doubt want them, but you’d rather watch them, make them suffer before touching them, before having your way with them. They notice your mounting desire to watch, and slowly disrobe, teasing, toying, playing with themselves until toys are introduced into their gameplay. No toy is passed up, no orifice left unexplored. They continue, faster, harder, their love songs grow stronger as they talk that fine fuck shit, making you hornier just listening to them.
I never thought that I could get turned on my women with toys talking shit, but these jive talking minxes are laying down the law, and they have the hardware to do it. Victoria Sin, Shasha Knox and Nicky Hunter put on some safe gameplay, something that your girlfriend could do for you if she was worth a damn. Nice, hot, sticky and sweaty with all the love noises thrown in of a baseball game. Poppy Morgan brings it up a notch, playing with double vag in her sex mix. Let’s see your girlfriend do that shit. Felony is the first one to take it out of the bedroom and onto the casting couch, along with Jada Fire, a chocolate covered bunny with big tits, Melissa Lauren, Venus (V is for Va Va Va Voooom-another double vag), and Lyla Lei (she’s a squirter). With, last but not least, Missy Monroe taking you back into the bedroom for some final, ‘your girlfriend should do this for you’ love play.k Anything you can lay across, they can lay across, and anything you can play with, they can too. Dressed in baby doll clothing, sheer lingerie, peignoirs, fingers, dildoes, wands, double headers, vibrators, the entire arsenal of pussy weaponry you can imagine (except for a truncheon. I would have loved to see a Lucite truncheon), and fucking themselves until they cum. This is what they do, and if you like that then you will like this DVD too. These women do not sell self loving short and will probably give you and your hand a new hobby. Top ratings for this reviewer!
-Gregori K
(Adam and Eve Pictures)
Directed by Ernest Greene
Featuring Nina Hartley
Starring: Justine Joli, Adrianna Nichole, Gia Paloma.
Two women sitting on a couch. That’s how this DVD begins. The difference is that one of the women is Nina Hartley at her mature best. A MILF before the word was known, a porn star in her own right, and a strong political proponent of the empowered women in pornography, Nina Hartley takes on the subject of bi-curious women from the standpoint of teacher in a class than that of porn star in a movie. Her approach is quite serious and instructional as she helps that female someone special come to an understanding as to her needs and desires when it comes to sex with the same gender.
Justine Joli begins with her as a form of co-host. Both women are sitting in the bay windows of a sky scraper overlooking LA, wearing nothing but stockings, garters and lace bras. Very sexy instructional if I was asked. But an instructional DVD it is, because Nina goes deep into Bi-sexuality, the source of it in individuals, the expression of it outside of an individual, and the choosing and finding of a partner. Further, topics are touched upon, such as arousal, broaching the subject of sex to a woman of the same sex, serious relationships with the same, and the act of sexual intimacy.
Then the instructional cuts to the tools of lesbian sex, with is a surprisingly vast array of material that one might not have thought of as sexual in and of themselves. Items such as latex gloves, silicone and water based lubricants, silicone and metal toys, and believe it or not, lots and lots of condoms. Nina and Justine slowly go through the process of arousal and foreplay and how to even squeeze a breast, if one thought they knew. The instructional easily slides back and forth between educational and lesbian porn which makes for some fun watching.
Foreplay leads to oral sex and a detailed explanation as to how to perform it well. Such an in depth coverage of such a simple act can even be helpful to males who care 
to learn how to give good cunnilingus.
Then they build on your finger fucking skills and what to actually search for inside the vagina when doing so. Pretty enlightening to say the least. Then comes the toys, starting with the care and use of metal toys, the employing of vibrators and strap on harnesses. Amazingly, they also get to use more exotic devices like a Lucite truncheon. Something this reviewer has seen but never before learned how to use.
Butt toys- anal plugs are brought into the sex play and how to use them, to each others pleasure.
In closing, there is a lesbian scene between Adrianna Nichole and Gia Paloma as two women meeting and engaging in sex for the first time without the instructional essay to break the action. The sex is pretty hot and fierce as the two women have their way with each other all the way to their explosive climaxes.
This video has a great feel and is far more educational than one might think, and to go though it from beginning to end with someone that you care about will do more for your sex play and enjoyment than without it. Perfect for a woman interested in lesbianism, or a man interested in becoming more knowledgeable in making love to a woman. As a porn film, the ending scene is enough for any masturbatory fun. More instructions follow in the bonus scene of the DVD as to the way to a woman’s G spot.
For the information alone, it’s worth being in your collection, because it’s Nina Hartley, it bears extra attention. Own it and learn from it proudly!
- Gregori K
The vodka market is crowded. Walk into any liquor store, and you will find more vodka than anything else. So, when I ran into 42 Below, I had my doubts. Is there really room for yet another vodka? One that sounds like a boy band, no less? Well, one sip and it was confirmed. 42 Below sucked.
The vodka starts well enough, light and virtually flavorless. 42 Below is relatively smooth. But, it’s all start and no finish. You keep waiting for a crisp vodka to slide down your throat. 42 Below starts like Chopin, but it doesn’t end that way. The spirit is all anticipation and no delivery.
I didn’t have a full opinion on 42 Below until it got to the top of my throat. It started with a tingle at the top of my mouth, accompanied by a slightly acidic feel – which reminded me of Ketel One and Grey Goose. 42 Below had a bit more subtlety than Ketel or the Goose, but it just wasn’t enough.
Bringing nothing new to the shelves of my local liquor store, 42 Below was a disappointment. Don’t waste your time on it. If you need an occasion where 42 Below is appropriate, wait for the next 98 Degrees reunion.
-Tom J
(Woodman Entertainment)
Directed by Philippe Soine
Starring: Roxanne, Gabriele, Vanessa Hill, Carmel Moore, Nicole, Claudia, Sony, Tony James, Terry Bone, Pascal White, Paul.
Some of the situations are quite scary, but not frightening. Then again, this is porn, and not a horror film. Slow moving action, point of view filming, eerie music can be employed to make a horror movie, but does it make for good porn? Well, one good thing that I can say for Scary Minds is that the sex is nice and brutal. There is some good fucking being done by all in the DVD here. There is a sense of reckless abandon in the fuck scenes along with a level of creepiness. But strong sex is good sex, and dare I say it, damn fun to watch.
Women are brought to places of fear, chased and manhandled by two men who take them from the edge of terror to ecstasy in several vignettes. They are chased, blindfolded, spat upon and literally fucked senseless, and fuck as if without common sense. Also, there is no fear of the semen as there are 
many oral pops and jizz swallowing along with a few anal loads. Women fuck with cum and saliva on their faces and in their mouths and are left in provocative positions, saying: Fuck Me Again.
Is all of the action taking place at some warehouse in the suburbs, where a lecherous old man watches the abuse of women in a video camera control room? Or does it take place in a stately mansion, where helpless women are drawn like flies to a trap? One thing is for certain, and cannot be overlooked is the fact that these women in this DVD can turn out a man. They do not spare the horsepower when it comes to handing over any orifice in their bodies and their sex is pretty strong, simply because they participate in the act…with a great deal of passion. It shows.
The cast are a group of foreign unknowns filming in London all with noticeable foreign accents, but the fucking is first rate, the action can be somewhat slow. It’s sex mixed with art and sometimes you just have to take the bad with the good. Not a bad addition to your porn cabinet, and not a bad DVD too watch either.
-Gregori K
(Red Light District)
Starring: Victoria Valentino, Ava Lauren, Penny Porshe, Chennin Blanc, Isadora
Directed by Mr Pete
Here’s a thought for all your Barely Legal fans out there – this year’s star is next year’s MILF, and one does wonder how today’s sexiest superstars will cope with that transition.Answers to the editorial address please.In the meantime, of course, there’s no shortage of slightly-past-their-primers to suck and fuck their way through our dreamscapes; and, if the parameters of MILFhood seem to be changing every day (Isadora “confesses” to being 37, which means there’s older lovelies on the local news), then at least you know that they’re game for anything.
Victoria Valentino and director Mr Pete kick things off with a little toe-sucking on a pool table, married to a spot of cunnilingus and a very brief footjob, before they move to the couch and carry on there, with a bit of fucking, a lot of sucking, and enough of a pounding that Victoria even removes her glasses at one point – and that’s long before he cums in her eye. Blessed with the kind of breasts that devour the camera every time they’re in shot, and the ability to transform herself into a pretzel without a second thought, Valentino more than deserves her headlining spot on this collection, although a few of her co-stars come close, and come loudly.
The aforementioned Isadora showcases some very vigorous doggy, although she does overdo the groaning a little. But the mega-breasted Ava makes up for that with a 
vamp show that is every MILF-hunter’s dream. She even dresses like your best friend’s mom, and her disrobing sequence is so hot that it’s almost an anticlimax when Mark Ashley drops by for a blowjob. Almost, because Ava can swallow that thing down to the balls, while she also has sufficient cushioning to transform the nastiest grind into a trip to the bouncy castle.
Penny Porsche’s sequence is framed by her driving to visit a blind date, and worrying whether or not he’s going to like her. “He’s so much younger than me,” she bemoans, and it’s not the most convincing piece of acting you’re ever going to see. But, as this doesn’t seem to be a totally innocent encounter (“would you like to see how mature I am?” she asks, once she gets inside the house), that probably doesn’t matter. Certainly her would-be companion (Mr Pete again) is impressed by the breasts that she bounces against a nearby mirror; and, by the time she gets her mouth round his manhood, it’s plain she had nothing to worry about. Good to see those tits get a vigorous work-out, as well. Finally, Chennin Blanc plunges into an inter-racial threesome, with Rock and Lee Bang, neither of whom are spring chickens, themselves. MILF meet PILF.
Bonus features include a rerun of the cumshots that wind up each movie, and a “behind the scenes” tour of the house where the movie was shot, some chat with the actresses and a glimpse into the shoot itself. Like the saggy blow-up dolly you were given for a wedding present, it’s not exactly gripping. But it’s there if you need it.
-Dave T
She has been described as the “Bard of the Blowjob,” the “Oracle of Oral” and, doubtless, a number of other wittily alliterative titles.
So far as Chrissie Bentley is concerned, however, she’s simply a super-specialist in a world where there are no limits.
“I guess you could say I write good head,” she says. But, before you dismiss her as just one more in the growing tide of erotic authors who are clogging the shelves and flooding the internet, when she says she targets a singular market, she means it. For other writers, the entire world of sexual experience is their oyster. Bentley, although she’s not averse to a little bit of everything, goes straight for the big blue vein.
Bentley started publishing erotica four years ago, “as a way of getting back on my feet at the end of a relationship. I figured that if I could bring myself to focus on the good bits, it’d help me forget what a jerk he was. ” Since that time, her stories have spread across some half a dozen different websites, and spilled into magazines, anthologies and her own novels.
Currently engaged in compiling and editing an anthology of women’s oral sex stories for Mojocastle Press, the aptly titled The Longest Kiss, Bentley’s first novel, Miss America, is currently being serialized on the prestigious Ruthie’s Club website, having been rejected by more than a dozen conventional publishers.
“They told me it was too extreme. ‘Gratuitously nasty’ is a phrase I remember. Yet the theme of the book is learning to trust, first yourself and then other people. There are a few passages that might shock people, but they’re balanced by this incredible sense of empowerment and strength, that builds and builds until it simply explodes triumphantly out of the end. I’m thrilled to see it finally reaching an audience, and the response from readers has been almost unanimously positive.”
A novella, What I Did On My Summer Vacation (Mardi Gras Publishing), following her tongue and tonsils around southern England, was published last March. She has an adult screenplay currently in production, while she has also published two further stand-alone novels: Below Blue London (Mojocastle Press), which she described as an historical epic starring Charles Dickens, Elizabeth I and an army of willing fellatrixes, and Naughty Miranda (Forbidden Publications), the confessions of an orally obsessed prime time television star.
“Naughty Miranda is the name I used for a lot of stories when I first started writing. Some friends and I were watching Sex and the City one night and one of them said I looked like Cynthia Nixon’s character, Miranda. So I adopted it for my stories, and it gained a lot of support. I’ve been slowly retiring it over the last year or so, but I wanted the old girl to go out in style.”
Which she does. Naughty Miranda closes with its titular heroine remaking the 70s porn flick The Sexorcists, a fellatio-filled occult thriller that makes Deep Throat look like a quick nibble. But Bentley’s literary fascination with the subject is not without its drawbacks.
“I posted my first stories at Eroticstories.com, an Internet site that encourages readers to respond to authors, private e-mails about the stories, and I was astonished by the attitudes of the guys who were writing to me. I hate to use the word ‘Neanderthal,’ but their attitude towards oral sex was so negative towards women, far more than with other acts.
“I’m not a feminist; if anything, I’m an equallist – sex should be the ultimate level playing field. But a lot of guys genuinely believe that the only reason a woman wants to go down on a guy is for his gratification, and we get nothing out of it at all. Which is bullshit.”So, Bentley started playing up the girl’s power, to remind guys that, yeah, they may have this big powerful lance that they can knock down walls with. But women have teeth, and fists, and, most important she says, “we have the power to leave them hanging for hours.”More than any other act, Bentley believes, oral sex demands perfect trust. “He trusts her not to suffocate him, she trusts him not to try and choke her. And you both trust each other not to bite things off.” But society in general continues to portray fellatio, in particular, as the province of the most sordid backstreet hooker.
“It has a terrible rap,” Bentley continues. “It’s only a generation or so ago that it was still considered, if not completely illegal, then at least unnaturally perverse. And people still behave as though it’s cheap and sluttish.”
It’s this attitude, she explains, that ensures that her most prized asset is her anonymity. Now 42, the Delaware native has worked in mainstream publishing for close to twenty years. But her fame in the world of erotic literature remains a closely guarded secret. Even among her own circle of friends and associates, only her boyfriend is aware of her alter-ego, and she said that even he has a hard time sometimes, differentiating between fiction (“which is what I’m writing”) and fact.
“He’s getting over it, but it was difficult at first. He’d read something I wrote and it’d be ‘well, how come you’ve never done that to me?’ And we return to what I said before about other forms of storytelling. If I wrote crime books, would readers assume I’d actually committed or solved those same crimes? No. So why do they take erotica so literally?
She gives one example. “Not so long ago, I had to call up an editor, a guy, to sort out payment for a story I’d written. The kid who answered the phone didn’t even put me on hold, he just shouted ‘hey, it’s the girl who likes to suck cock.’ I was horrified. If I wrote murder mysteries, it wouldn’t be ‘the girl who likes killing people’; if I wrote historical novels, I wouldn’t be ‘the girl who likes beheading her servants.’ But, because it’s erotica and, especially because it’s oral sex, straightaway guys feel they can put you down.”
She laments how “cocksucker” remains one of the harshest insults you can throw at somebody, “when it should be one of the most beautiful compliments. Spiritually, it’s the most powerful act there is, and psychologically, it’s the most intimate,” she said.
That is the conflict that Bentley explores in her writing. “I’d never say I’m on a crusade to bring blowjobs to the breakfast table, partly because there’s a time and a place for everything, and in front of a bowl of cornflakes isn’t it, and partly because there’s a lot of other writers out there who are making the same points as I am, only maybe not as single-mindedly.
“I realized that when I was approached to compile The Longest Kiss. It proved that I’ve created a niche for myself. At the same time, though, reading through the contributions I’ve received so far, it’s great to see how much attitudes towards it have changed, just in the few years since I started writing.”
Bentley would not claim any credit for this, though. “The adult industry has grown so vast these days that, although it’s still not considered ‘mainstream entertainment,’ in some ways it’s even bigger than the mainstream. And, just as everybody has their own taste in, and take on, different bands or TV shows or Hollywood blockbusters, they all have their own taste in sex.
Still, she points out that adult movies are moving so fast now that “a lot of the things you see in them today wouldn’t even have been considered sexual a few years back. They’re just weird.
So people are turning to literature instead, both as readers and writers, and perceptions that have been in place forever are now breaking down.
“I don’t think you ever want to completely shatter a taboo, because forbidden fruit will always taste better. But, if more men – and women, too – can start viewing oral as a meeting of equals, rather than some kind of power trip, that can only be better for everybody,” she said.
-Dave Thompson
Mandalay Bay Casino and Resort. August 26th – August 30th
By Dirty Dave
Tits and Glitz. Booze and Broads. Dildos and Ron Jeremy. Some would call this quite the risqué little get together. In Las Vegas, we call this work. Sort of. The Fifteenth Annual Gentleman’s Club Owner and StorErotica Tradeshow and Expo danced its way through Sin City with great success on August the 26th through the 30th. The event, produced by Exotic Dancer Publications, was held at Mandalay Bay Casino and Resort and was home to several stars within the industry, as well as, the club and store owners that keep the business flowing and fulfilling our fantasies.
Despite the fact that most of the attendees were Club Owners from all over the mustached and mulletted country, ED got a bevy of beautiful stars to make appearances. And believe me, with a few porn stars peppered in it made it acceptable to rock a hairpiece - Especially when that guy has all the stars coming up to him and kissing him on the cheek. Fuck, you got that going for you, sport a Hitler mustache for all I care.
Among this year’s cameos were Exotica, Gina Lynn, Penthouse Pet of the Year Heather Vandeven, Ginger Lee, Ashton Moore, Jesse Jane, and, like Jack to the Oscars 
or Shaq to the Espys, the Hedge Hog Ron Jeremy. Also, in addition to all of the Adult Entertainment All-Stars were the nominees for Best Feature Entertainer of the Year: Carmen Hart, Donna Doll, Claudia Monet, Taya Parker, Jada Deville, and Jessica Linn. These were the most important women at the event, and would all have to perform at the closing ceremony award show.
Now, at first I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea of the feature entertainer since most of the feature entertainers taking a bite out of the ‘Big Apple’ are porn stars. But it’s a different game in Vegas. I’ll put it in Layman’s terms, or Dirty’s terms. You have a strip club. You put dancers in it. They’re the regular dancers. Then you highlight one girl. Perhaps the best girl to be your feature entertainer. At this point, the regular girls enviously chill while Miss Thang shakes her ass in the spotlight. How does one become the feature dancer? It seems to me that they all had heavy dance background and a centerfold in a nudie mag. Don’t let that sound like I didn’t like them – they were all angels from heaven…strip club heaven.
I’ll return back to the award show later…
The Tradeshow’s purpose is to bring together those in the industry, educate and strengthen the cause, and party a little bit too. Each day begins with a series of workshops focusing on topics that hold serious significance with all of the executives, including topics such as “How to Stop Theft at your Business,” “Adult Products your Store and the Law,” and a “State of the Union.” Most attendees were present at all of the workshops and were active in learning how to better their business.
Following the workshops was a few hours of tradeshow, in which every company in the business ranging from Bu-Tay Vodka to custom stages to ‘cum wipes’ had give-a-ways and information to get there gear in each club and store. After connections were made, the expo was given a break to burger and black jack. Parties then ensued at the hottest strip clubs in Vegas starting with fifteen dollar Budweisers and ending with naked women on your lap. Makes the buds worth it, I suppose.
Here is your official Dirty’s Party Re-Cap:
Party 1: The first annual StorErotica Awards show at the Sapphire Gentleman’s Club. I didn’t mention before, despite the fact that the Gentleman’s Club Expo has been doing its thing for over fifteen years, this was the birth of what will now be the legendary StorErotica Jam. The awards show, hosted by Gina Lynn, was the first time that the dildo and lube bodegas of each region finally got their due. And with free penis pills and waitresses wearing corsets, there were a lot of smiling faces.
Party 2: The opening night party at Scores. This was where I encountered the fifteen dollar Bud. Again well worth it, because this club apparently sifted through Vegas 
and got the hottest girls. They also had a Havana Room, in which you smoke expensive cigars, drink expensive vodka, and let naked girls dance on your face. When the cigars not there, of course. Or at least not lit. It made me really wish my editor had come out from the city. That’s like his three favorite things in the world, and I know I would have spent some serious time in the Havana Room on his coin.
Party 3: This took place at the brand new Penthouse Club. I was slightly disappointed, but I think that it will improve as it becomes less new and more Penthouse. They hosted a lingerie catwalk for Penthouses new line, which I saw from a distance and it seemed pretty hot. Heather Vandeven did her thing. But I was more interested in the cute Midwestern stripper who was wearing a lime green bikini and playing my wallet like a piano. After an hour I had purchased her and her friend so many drinks that my sex journalist income was tapped. Once she found that out, she split. Without even giving me a dance. She didn’t even brush up against me that sexily. Fortunately I was fairly drunk on Canadian Club and didn’t care at the time. I look back now with some angst.
Green bikini Hick: 1, Dirty: 0.
And finally the Adult Night Club and Exotic Dancer Award Show. This was big time. Everybody got dressed up, wore their finest hair pieces, and drank champagne. Hosting the show was Robert Schimmel, of Howard Stern fame and also listed as one of Comedy Central’s Top 100 Greatest Stand-Up Comedians of All Time. Dude was hilarious. In fact I’ve been using his enema experience joke all week. Mostly because I want to have an enema experience joke without actually having an enema experience. Thanks Bob.
The awards were given out to the best clubs in each region of the country and then finally they gave the award of best club of the year to Spearmint Rhino of Las Vegas. Which is cool, but made me mad because they didn’t have any parties there. I felt cheated on. Like Las Vegas went behind my back with this club. Better happen next year. In full circle, we have the Feature Entertainer of the Year. Each contestant gave a routine. All were heavenly and at the end the girls came out in ballroom gowns. Drum roll please.
Taya Parker. Look this girl up. You’ll thank me. Or Robert Schimmel. I wonder how you become a judge of this award. I don’t even know if there really is a judge panel, but if there is. I want in. Me and Robert Schimmel.
Authors: Al Goldstein and Josh Alan Friedman
Al Goldstein is an infantile bitch. In his memoir, I, Goldstein: My Screwed Life, the founder of Screw magazine, laments his banishment to Staten Island, complains about his many ex-wives and gripes about a watch collection worth $1 million that his son apparently stole from him. Goldstein’s story chronicles the classic rise and fall of an emperor, and as always, hubris was the culprit. But, in a world where even the villain can seem sympathetic, Goldstein leaves the reader happy that the mighty fell – and almost ecstatic that he caused his own demise.
According to the author, he spent his life fighting for free speech, but the world was out to get him and finally won. While Goldstein did fight for the freedom to produce and sell porn, he was motivated strictly by self-interest (both ego and greed), and it was clear that the First Amendment benefits were an afterthought. Goldstein fought for Goldstein first. He spends plenty of time discussing who he fucked (literally) and even more on who fucked him (figuratively). When we see that the author is homeless and working as a host at the Second Avenue Deli, it is clear that cosmic justice does exist.
Nearly every chapter of I, Goldstein ends with a whiny rant involving the ferry trip from Manhattan back to Staten Island in which Goldstein reflects on he was screwed out of his empire. From time to time, he includes a list of complaints against those who didn’t help him when he was penniless. Most of the people who did lend a hand (or, in some cases, simply give him thousands of dollars), Goldstein explains, did not help enough.
It is always fun to see the mighty fall. But, then you remember that even the rich and famous are people, too. They make mistakes, and they pay for them – often in a public forum. As a result, there is always room for a bit of sympathy. Goldstein, though, manages to appear subhuman, despite the loss of his business and his family. There is not a shred of humility or contrition in I, Goldstein, forcing the reader to come to the conclusion: the son of a bitch got what he deserved.
-Tom J
Where have all the college kids gone? A market that was on fire, at least according to the mainstream media, college porn magazines popped up on campuses across the country, with the first and the most prominent (H-Bomb and Boink, respectively) in prudish Boston. As quickly as it started, the college porn market has all but disappeared. The publicity showed one story, but the private reality reflects the reality of businesses that did not have a chance.
College porn refers to the efforts of campus dwellers to launch adult websites and magazines focusing on their own demographic. Typically consisting of articles, erotic fiction and softcore photos, they vary from sex-positive endeavors to content aimed specifically to titillate. Many have receded from “porn” because of local criticism, editor squeamishness and lack of writer and model participation. Instead, they tend to focus on “sexuality”.
Early Attempts at Commercial Success
The college porn movement started in 2004 with a $2,000 grant from Harvard University. H-Bomb, which bills itself as a magazine dealing with college sexuality, was greeted by reports from the Boston Globe, NY Times and others announcing its arrival.
Boink followed in 2005, though under much different circumstances. Founded by Alecia Oleyourryk and Christopher Anderson (the latter a participation in H-Bomb’s 
launch), Boink was strictly a private endeavor. Boston University, where Oleyourryk studied journalism, announced its contempt for the magazine publicly. Others followed. Yale, University of Chicago, and Brandeis all had on-campus experiments with sexually themed magazines.
By the time the first issue of Brandeis’ Romp hit the streets of Waltham, MA, the end was already near. H-Bomb, on its third Editor, had receded to online only. Chicago’s Vita Excolatur was just a blog. Boink had suspended publication.
Most appear to have entered the market under the naïve “sex sells” theory, assuming that people would be drawn to the young flesh that populates college campuses. Pure id, the founders of college porn magazines overlooked the business challenges that all content producers face.
A number of factors converged to prevent college porn from realizing its potential. Management experience, business planning and capital constraints made it difficult for these magazines to survive, but entrepreneurs routinely overcome such challenges. What college porn magazines could not overcome was an early and strategic miscalculation.
The overwhelming strategic flaw has been the availability of content. Universally, college porn began with a focus on the print medium, without consideration of the tightening print media market. Magazines certainly are not dead, but they have to be unique; the value proposition must be self-evident. In college porn, the college theme could be perceived as the differentiating factor, but it was largely restricted to editorial. Unfortunately, few care to read about dorm room conquests or the contrived sexual dilemmas of 20-year-old kids.
But, at least there are pictures.
Photos of hot coeds have been a staple of porn for decades, but now they compete with freely available hardcore videos, often featuring the same stile of performer. If a consumer wants to find photos or video of late-teen/early 20s women involved in softcore or hardcore acts, he doesn’t have to look far.
College porn could have survived on photos alone by using context as a differentiator, even within the print medium. But, all except Boink pulled back from explicit photos in favor of editorial, mostly as a way to mitigate the risk of being considered “pornographers”.
What’s left? Collections of immature writing styles on pedestrian sex.
Weakness in the college porn market led most publications to pull back to the web, abandoning their print dreams. Under some circumstances, this would have been a prudent strategic decision. But, the driver was cost. Instead of embracing the online venue, most college porn operations made the newspaper mistake. They tried ot recreate print on the web. In doing so, they limited potential revenue streams while delivering an inferior product. As a result, most are merely limping along.
Moving to the web succeeding in alleviating college porn magazines of the costs associated with publishing a print magazine, but the lack of aggressive online marketing and pertinent revenue models does not extend inflows of cash. It only reduces the amount of money that is outbound.
Boink may not have been college porn done right, but it clearly was college porn done best. Almost immediately, the publication attained a circulation of 20,000, with newsstand distribution limited to the Boston area. A sure sign of health, approximately one third of circulation came from subscriptions. Yet, NY Times Magazine mentioned casually in a March 4, 2007 article that Boink had suspended publication of the magazine.
The most successful of the college porn magazines and the most viable business was no longer in the business of selling magazines. Boink’s situation was unique. While its peers failed to gain any real traction in the market, Boink was crushed by the weight of its own success. With a tight budget, Boink relied on the services of volunteers, which is neither unusual nor imprudent for a startup publication. But, the free labor disappeared when it found work rather than parties. Warner Books picked up the Boink Book, a prestigious opportunity that left the staff stretched far too thin. They agreed to suspend publication of the magazine in order to meet its obligations to Warner Books.
But, Boink is coming back, according to Anderson. In addition to plans for a one-hour scripted drama, he and Oleyourryk intend to resume publication of the magazine and seek national distribution. Anderson made clear that the suspension of circulation was a temporary measure.
The expansion of the Boink brand into books and possibly television still overlooks the web. While there are plenty of ads on the site, content is missing. One must subscribe in order to view pictures or articles, which in itself is not a strategic misstep. The problem comes from the dearth of content offered. There is no added value delivered by the website. With only quarterly publication, it seems that extra editorial submissions, not deemed worthy of the magazine but not of low quality, could be put to work on the web as a way to entice visitors to return. Also, film and product reviews, the mainstays of most adult websites, could bring in additional affiliate revenue, particularly in light of the brand’s notoriety.
A Second Chance for College Porn?
There were no press releases announcing the demise of college porn. It happened quietly, seeping into the mainstream consciousness. Great men and women did not 
suffer spectacular falls. They had not attained the heights to do so.
College porn was a media phenomenon. An interesting, though brief, mix of youth, sex and entrepreneurship attracted a tsunami of coverage. In the end, nothing happened. By March 2007, when NY Times Magazine ran a long profile piece on college porn, the movement had waned considerably, and now it merely limps.
Refocusing on the web, especially for Boink, could revitalize this niche. College porn is leaving money on the table, limping when it could sprint. Early missteps should not signal a death knell. A change of strategy could turn mainstream titillation into fiscal reality, and the best chance for the survival of college porn could come from the people it rejected. A savvy adult entertainment company operator could integrate a college porn publication easily
Expect a fresh round of press in February 208 with the release of the Boink Book. True to the Boston roots of this market, the media will fulfill the loose prophesy of President John F. Kennedy. “A rising tide lifts all ships.” Coverage of the book will resurrect the mainstream media’s interest in H-Bomb, etc., retelling the story of horny college kids out for their fifteen minutes.
-Tom J
(Sin City Teen)
Starring: Angelina Valentina and Alex Gonz, Haileey James and Rick Masters, Whitney Stevens and Mario Rossi, Dan Cross, Nikki Kane and Jay Lassiter, Brittany Angel and Van DamageDirected by Sammy SlaterYou wouldn’t bet the farm on any of these babes being “barely 18,” and you’re not going to be convinced by the set-ups that introduce them, either. But, as five starlets strut their stuff, and take their meat from every angle going, there’s enough going on to blot out the blemishes and feast your eyes on some remarkable flesh. There are a few impressive stunts.
Angelina has deep throat down to a fine art, and carries it off with remarkable class; she’s also one of the most believably responsive actresses you’ve heard in a while, with a sense of adventure that doesn’t even baulk at a backbreaking pounding on the hardwood stairs.All five girls here were supposedly selected for the movie after applying for the job on the Sin City website, and all pull off a degree of surprise when the film crew arrives… before pulling off everything else, of course.
Blonde Nikki, who simply revels in cunnilingus, keeps up the pretence the longest, but she gets so involved in the movie making that she can barely take her eyes off the camera; while Whitney’s so enthusiastic that she doesn’t even bat an eyelid at the prospect of a threesome. Breast-watchers will probably replay her sequence more than any of the others, by the way.
Brittany, meanwhile, comes across as though she’s auditioning for a role in Grease (or maybe it’s just her haircut), but she turns in the best looking blowjob of the lot, and can’t wait to get back to it later. And, finally, Haileey – a star of the latest Filthy’s First Taste, too - might look, sound and behave a decade or so older than it says on the box, but she has a reserve and a gentleness that are all the more effective for the unkempt Neanderthal qualities of her on-film partner. The only girl on the disc to go for some anal, she also downplays the histrionics that the other girls indulge in, to emerge the most subtly sexual of the film’s stars.
-Dave T
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