Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Decadent Smut: Christina's Escape, 1981
NO ONE HAD EVER HELD CHRISTINA CAPTIVE: Never had society’s sexual codes restrained her. Never before had she been imprisoned—even by the limitations of her own flesh. But now, exotic heiress Christina van Bell’s carefree and capricious lifestyle is entangled in a web of kidnapping and ransom that forces her to flee in disguise to the far-flung corners of the earth. Before she can be free again, she must hide in anonymity in the shadows of Mexico and Micronesia, Seoul and Singapore, ever the fearful of a fate over which she has lost control.
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Friday, December 14, 2012
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?
He’s a game player. Using Risk and Stratego, the Paco Camino Man finds Life is a Candyland when you’ve got a Monopoly on Backgammon, Space Marbles and winning over foxy ladies. Scrabbling to set a Mousetrap, er, Booby Trap, in Trivial Pursuit of naked Twister, he’ll Toss Across some Chutes and Ladders with these sexy Mystery Dates. Sorry for the Trouble Parker Brothers, but you’ve got to get a Clue and split, because Yahtzee, this is a one man & three woman Operation. A real Connect Four.
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Sunday, November 25, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Thursday, November 08, 2012
Sunday, November 04, 2012
Friday, November 02, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Sunday, September 09, 2012
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Friday, August 31, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?
He's obviously a real crowd pleaser with the ladies at the pool, but in the ring my friend, he’ll break every bone in your body. And that goes fucking double for you Randy “Macho Man” Savage! The stud who body-slammed Andre the Giant in WrestleMania III and effortlessly flung Rocky Balboa into the fifth row in Rocky III, The Hulkster would one day star in one of the greatest films of all time (No Holds Barred) but also in one of the worst (Mr. Nanny). Perhaps still tormented by the shocking loss to The Ultimate Warrior in the epic 1990 WWF Championship (and for not teaching his son to drive responsibly), he’s nevertheless a true American Gladiator. And whether you call him Thunderlips, The Super Destroyer or Mr. America, he’s surely all Paco Camino Man.
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Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Decadent Smut: Christina's Bliss, 1981
A VOLUPTUOUS FROLIC THROUGH A LAND OF FORBIDDEN DESIRES Wild, tempestuous Christina van Bell is taken hostage by terrorists whose methods are carnal and relentless. How she contrives her escape is an edge-of-the-libido tale designed to entrall even the most jaded and sophisticated reader.
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Thursday, August 02, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Bob Beamon Walks on Air at the 1968 Mexico City Olympics
Without a doubt, the single greatest individual Olympic performance belongs to long jumper Bob Beamon. During the 1968 Mexico City Games, Beamon loped down a runway and leapt into immortality with an astounding jump of 29 feet, 2 1/2 inches to obliterate the world record by nearly two feet. No one else in the competition even inched closer to the old world record. Finally eclipsed in 1991, Beamon's amazing leap still stands as an Olympic record 44 years later.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?
He’s just a gigolo and everywhere he goes, people know the part he’s playing. But don’t be fooled by his casually aloof persona—as playboy lead singer of Van Halen, he’ll fuck your girlfriend, pal. And he’ll do it right on stage, in front of you, in a stadium filled with tens of thousands of breast-baring fans and jealous boyfriends cheering him on. Concoctor of ideas like pretending to skydive out of an airplane before a 1978 Pasadena show and perfecting a sophisticated groupie backstage pass system, the Paco Camino Man can phone up legendary photographer Helmut Newton hanging poolside at the Beverly Hills Hotel and convince him to take pictures of you chained to a dog pen behind your house. That day. And do it for free. This poster would be folded into millions of Van Halen Women And Children First LPs in 1980. Simply just because.
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Sunday, July 08, 2012
Decadent Smut: Christina's Treasure, 1980
Wealthy, restless Christina van Bell could not resist the promise of excitement and adventure on a Caribbean treasure hunt. But there were those among the hunters who considered her golden body the most desirable treasure of all. From Athens to Alaska, from Cyprus to the Caribbean, the exotic heiress involves herself in a never-ending quest for passion and plunder.
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Wednesday, July 04, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Monday, June 04, 2012
Sunday, June 03, 2012
Friday, June 01, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?
His perfect package is comfortably nestled in an open front v-neck wide collared macrame unitard. I mean seriously, that tight fitting blue & purple fucker has chest-exposing fabric buttons, cap sleeves, and hugs his ass like a custom bucket seat made of soft Corinthian leather. Oh yeah, he’s pulling it off. However just then, as the Paco Camino Man confidently models this ball-cradling sweater thingy knitted by his oversexed aunt Peg, the psychoactive hallucinogens & hydroponic pot kicked in, and his naked lover slowly begins to peek through her arm to witness a sex fashion nightmare. But take a deep breath, it's the 70’s, and this kind of shit happens all the time. She’ll just put Marvin Gaye’s sexy-as-hell album, I Want You on the record player and he’ll be free of the crotched abomination before Marvin even sings a note.
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