Politics. Escorts. Blackmail.

by Pynk

  But just because we’re watching it doesn’t mean we’re necessarily enjoying the scenes. Women are first to press the Eject button, especially if we feel women are being adversely degraded or if the scene does not visually contain what we’d need in order to feel ready for pleasure.

  We always see gangbangs, or the hot pizza delivery guy or the maintenance man coming to the door, and he ends up being seduced by the sexy, scantily clad woman with the perfect body and fake tits who pleases him, first by getting on her knees to suck his dick and then by straddling him, doing all the aerobic work. And of course he fucks her in every position he wants to fuck her in, and just when he’s about to come, she gets back down on her knees and he jacks off on her face while she smiles sweetly and tries not to get it in her mouth or her eyes, and she spits it out while trying to look submissive, ready to please, and turned on. NOT!

  Hey guys, women want to be pleased, too. Sometimes, the video shouldn’t end until the woman gets the last orgasm. Most traditional hard-core videos are made for purposes of masturbation, but with women watching more porn than ever before, you’ll start to see more and more videos where the woman gets hers first and last.

  The adult video company I work for, Ladies First, sells more than twenty thousand copies per month. The company is owned by a woman. Allow me to escort you through how one of our scripts is written—specifically by women for women:

  We focus on a plot and good storylines—something that’s not hokey, like the pool guy with the big dick. We want great acting. And we don’t want women to feel like the bodies of the freak-of-nature women in the movie are ones they cannot stack up against. Men, please don’t compare the bodies of the porn stars to your women’s bodies. You might want to try to compliment your woman while watching an adult movie. Make a comment about her supple breasts, or how you like her legs, or how her backside is. I promise you, she’ll appreciate the flattery.

  It is true that porn actors need to look appealing and desirable, so they do shave, wax, and wear makeup, even on their private parts. It is all about the fantasy, but we at Ladies First add a bit more reality to it.

  We like to focus on outfits and music, sensual settings, and great cinematography that doesn’t look like Joe Schmo walked in and shot it with his BlackBerry. It’s high-quality, as close to real sex as possible, and it’s instructional. One reason I enjoy performing oral sex scenes is because we get a lot of viewers who send e-mails asking how I go so deep with the dick and how I treat a pussy like I’m savoring my last meal. We also add humor, showing people who are not being so serious but are enjoying each other, taking time to bond and laugh. We use sex toys at times between couples, as well as in solo scenes. We have group sex scenes with couples who you will get to know first, so there’s a connection with them; there’s even jealousy and arguing and makeup-sex scenes. Some of our actors’ genitals are clean shaven, some are natural. Some men have big dicks and some have wide dicks and some have average to small dicks.

  What’s really important is that we like to show foreplay, and the woman getting eaten out first. The woman has her orgasm early on so that she is wet and ready for the dick. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be? The pussy is lubricated for insertion. The man always wears a condom in our movies, and the movie doesn’t end when the man is about to bust his nut. The sexual encounter is not over when the man is finished. If he comes and the woman still wants to sit on his face, or give him head until he gets hard again so she can come vaginally, or if she wants him to use a bullet on her clit while she comes in his face, instead of him coming on hers, then it’s over. That’s just how our movies are written and produced. We hope you, as men, will check them out. Your lady just might thank you for it. And if the lady is turned on, you know you’ll benefit greatly. The point is, you give, and we give back.

  I’ll be back next month to go over the proper way to go down on your lady so that she comes within five minutes or less. One major tip is that once you bring your mouth to your woman’s pussy, don’t ignore the delicate design and function of her beautiful clitoris. If you do, shame on you. The clit serves no other purpose than to bring your woman to orgasm, which causes secretions. But I’ve got you. Watch my movies or hang with me here every month. We’ll get you understanding what I said before: when a man gives, a woman will give back gladly.

  And remember, when choosing a video or getting intimate at home with your lady, use the Ladies First theory.

  Mahalo!

  Your Sexcort,

  Leilani

  Pynk Dares You to Be Sex-See

  The following suggested activities contain mature subject matter—reader discretion is advised.

  Twenty-one and over, please! Practice safe sex.

  Read chapter 10 or 18 to your lover and check him for hardness or her for wetness as the hot scenes unfold.

  Get up close and personal to your man’s penis while it’s flaccid, and watch the beautiful process of its growth before your eyes.

  Get up close and personal to your woman’s clit, insert your finger inside of her, and see if you notice her clit swell from the excitement.

  Put your man’s soft penis in your mouth and keep it deep inside, feeling it in your mouth while it reaches full erection. Try Leilani’s technique from chapter 3.

  Masturbate him with a penis sleeve.

  Masturbate her with a dildo or bullet.

  Have your guy put on his tennis shoes (Timberlands, Jordans, or whatever provides traction) and literally run up in you along the edge of the bed so he doesn’t slip.

  Late at night, open your garage door and have sex in your own garage while she leans over the hood or trunk of the car, or have sex in the car.

  Let him or her take a picture of your vagina from his or her point of view, look at it together, and ask them to talk you through which parts they give attention to when they eat you. (Delete the photo.)

  Have sex while sitting on patio chairs on a secluded balcony (not up against the railing—your ass might fall off).

  Have Skype sex from another room in the house.

  Let him watch you suck on a dildo while he’s inside of you.

  Let him pick out the lingerie and high heels he wants you to wear and leave it on while having sex.

  Ride him while you’re completely nude with the lights on so he can watch your shape as you do all the work. Be confident. They don’t see or care about half the stuff we think we see on our own bodies.

  Lie next to each other and masturbate, but don’t touch your partner.

  Have sex using play names or sex names that you create for one another, like Dexter and Becky.

  While watching a porn movie together, act out your favorite scene, position by position.

  While he’s inside of you, ask him to whisper in your ear as to what it feels like; every nook, cranny, and bump.

  FF only: Do the 69-position with one person leading, and the other following each and every vaginal tongue movement.

  Meet at a bar and pretend you’re strangers, one asking the other to meet at a hotel. Have stranger sex at that hotel and then go home separately. Go for round two as if neither of you know about round one.

  Go to a strip club together, then come home and fantasize verbally to each other.

  Cook him dinner, make her favorite dessert—feed each other and then have sex in the kitchen. Be creative.

  Buy a book of sexual positions, and each of you pick at least five positions to try.

  Have sex every day for thirty days straight, no matter what—make time daily.

  Don’t let him or her fall asleep after sex (after the orgasm). Keep your partner awake by talking and cuddling for at least thirty minutes. This increases bonding after the hormones prolactin and oxytocin are released into the brain post-orgasm.

  Try Tantric sex foreplay: Talk to your partner with a sexy voice about all that you’re going to do to please him or her, but don’t touch your partner. Blow on the areas of his or her body as you talk about each
specific part.

  Have a cuddle party before sex for about fifteen minutes, just hug, smile, laugh, talk, listen, and of course, kiss. Women, especially, love to kiss. Kissing brings about extra lubrication downstairs.

  Create a love tray: chocolate candy kisses, Altoids (suck on these before going down), edible body oil, grapes, orange slices, strawberries, cherries, and kiwi (nothing sticky or too messy).

  Get in a spooning position and work to help your mate climax without genital penetration—hands and mouth are okay, but no sex toys.

  Send your man’s libido into overdrive with the sun—fifteen to twenty minutes of sunlight can increase his libido by 120 percent. Maybe a nude beach, maybe sunbathing, maybe a summer concert in the park, but make sure he wears sunscreen, then take him home and let him ride you like he’s in a rodeo.

  Give each other deep-tissue butt massages, hand-massaging the glute muscles.

  Allow him to blindfold you while giving you a Yoni massage (Yoni is the Sanskirt word for vagina—also, Yoni is what the Y in Pynk stands for).

  Record yourselves having sex (each person must be fully aware—nothing sneaky) and play it back for your own joint pleasure. Maybe a good time to play it back would be on a day when he’s just watched football, when his testosterone level is high. Then delete it.

  Give each other erotic chair dances. Start off fully clothed and strip down to nothing.

  Suck on ice cubes and then go down on him or her. Also, drink a hot beverage like tea or coffee and do the same. Cold head—warm head.

  Use a fleshlike tongue vibrator on your clitoris while your partner sucks your nipples. A tongue vibrator is shaped like a mouth but it has a bumpy, tipped tongue that licks and flicks back and forth.

  Hitting the big 4-0, three women vow

  to let loose like never before…

  Please turn this page for an excerpt from

  Sixty-Nine

  Prologue

  “The Way We Were”

  Girlfriends

  MIAMI DADE COLLEGE—MIAMI, FLORIDA

  1989

  She really did love her best friends, but less than twenty years ago she slept with one of her best friends’ man and got pregnant.

  Magnolia Butler, Rebe Palo, and Darla Humphrey were the epitome of BFFs way before the term BFF ever came into popularity. In fact, they were so tight and so meant to be, they were all born in 1969, Magnolia and Darla on January 1, and Rebe on February 14.

  Magnolia and Darla were juniors at Miami Dade College in Miami, Florida, and Rebe was a sophomore, since she graduated from high school a year late. They no longer lived in dorms. Magnolia and Darla were roommates in a small two-bedroom apartment down the street from campus. Rebe lived less than a mile away in a rented house with her high school sweetheart, Trent. They had a three-year-old girl together named Trinity, yet still managed to maneuver through the rigors of college life, even though their relationship was rocky.

  Magnolia and Darla were not only childless, which was just how each of them wanted it to be, but they were still virgins. Magnolia, who was Trinity’s godmother, just hadn’t made the right connection with any of the guys she’d met so far. Not enough to share her body with anyway. So she decided to wait. Darla made a serious connection and was saving herself for marriage. She was dating a fellow student who was a starting pitcher on the college’s baseball team, named Aaron Clark, and Darla and Aaron were set to be married the summer after they graduated. They’d both agreed to wait, postpone consummating their relationship, just to make sure the night was extra special. Aaron had been around the block a few times, but Darla, who was raised with Christian values by conservative parents, witnessed every girl in her family get pregnant by the time they were sixteen. She wanted to be different. Not only did she want it, but her parents required it. “Save yourself for marriage. A man wants a virtuous woman. Sex is not recreational. Sex is between a husband and a wife. No man will want you if you’re sullied. Not as a wife anyway. Sex before marriage is a sin.” And Darla believed it. It was important to her to honor those puritanical values in the name of her mother, who passed away in a car accident while driving to pick Darla up when Darla was a high school freshman. Darla’s father vowed to never remarry. Darla had witnessed a true-love example, up front and in living color. And she wanted the same. But fate, as crazy as it can be, had other plans.

  Magnolia was the child of a mistress to a married man. She never met her father. Her mother had been his chick-on-the-side before getting pregnant. When she broke the news to him, he simply stopped seeing her. One night when Magnolia was a baby, her mother went out to have a final conversation with her married lover, leaving Magnolia alone. She didn’t come back. She had suffered a nervous breakdown in a hotel room where they’d met to talk, and when he left, Magnolia’s mother flipped out and tried to kill herself by jumping off a fifth-floor balcony. The next morning, when Magnolia’s grandparents found out, they rushed to baby Magnolia and took her in, ending up being the only mother and father she’d ever know. Her mother had been a drifter since then. And Magnolia made no bones about telling everyone she could care less about her mom. Nothing else mattered other than making sure she never turned out to be like June Butler.

  Born in Maui, Rebe Palo, half-black and half-Hawaiian, and her family moved to Ocala, Florida, when she was four. She grew up in a not-so-nice neighborhood, where her older brother was in and out of what his mother called gangs. Her mom and dad divorced when she was seven. Her dad ran off, being a rolling stone enjoying his newfound freedom, so Rebe and her brother were raised by her black mother who was so overbearing and bossy, she could have turned the tide on Donald Trump and fired him. Rebe dealt with watching her temperamental mother always preaching what she never practiced, so much so that her mother charmed her way into becoming pastor at a small Baptist church by the time Rebe was twelve. Five years later, Rebe got pregnant, but by then, her whole life had changed. By then, Rebe and her brother would be victims, and her life would never be the same.

  By Magnolia and Darla’s graduation day nearly two years in the future, it would turn out that Rebe and her baby’s daddy broke up after she accused him of being an addict, and he spread rumors that she was not only crazy, but so moody he’d almost have to rape her to get her to have sex with him.

  Darla and Aaron would end up taking a spring-break cruise to the Bahamas to elope before their senior year just so they could finally have sex.

  And Magnolia would date a hot Italian guy her senior year named Gabe Pastore. That is, until she’d catch him cheating on her in the backseat of his car at a drive-in movie. Magnolia had followed him. She always was the snoop.

  During that year, one of them would end up pregnant.

  And would have an abortion.

  Yet her BFFs would never know about it.

  Or maybe they would.

  And the father was either Rebe’s man, Trent, who’d die from a drug overdose four years later; Darla’s man, Aaron, who’d have a fatal heart attack in 2004; or Magnolia’s ex, Gabe, who ended up marrying a well-known porn actress in Hollywood.

  One of them was the father of an innocent baby that never ever had a chance at this thing called life.

  A life that has a funny way of paying people back.

  Payback that in an instant would flip these best friends’ worlds from a six to a nine by the time they were forty, coming to a literal head all in the name of sex.

  One

  “A Sexier Side of Me”

  Girlfriends

  INT.—LIV NIGHTCLUB INSIDE THE FONTAINEBLEAU HOTEL—LATE EVENING

  December 31, 2008

  It had been the coldest winter in ten years in Miami, though the temperatures were on a slight upswing lately. The sharp, beachfront chill that lingered in the Florida air on the outside was still no match for the three hot girlfriends who’d checked their coats, sporting their sexy, skimpy evening wear for a celebration of out with the old and in with the new, like no other year of their live
s. It was a recognition of necessary crossroads.

  Divorcée Rebe Palo-Richardson said, with a millisecond smirk on her chocolate face, the face she got from her mother, “Girl, on my wedding night with Randall, I started my damn period. That should’ve been a definite warning sign that my marriage would not last through the ebb and flow, so to speak, of holy matrimony.” Her micro-braided head rolled toward the two best friends she’d known since high school. She tried to speak at a level just above the blaring celebratory music in the background.

  She sat on the contemporary purple leather stool at the fully packed bar with her long, bare legs crossed like a prima ballerina. Her stately gams, formed from her days as a dancer, extended far beyond the hem of her little black dress. A scripted tattoo was etched along her right ankle, one of a few that served as life-messages upon her sexy body. Darla Humphrey, now Darla Clark, sat on the other end, and Magnolia Butler was in the middle.

  The trendy hotspot, called LIV, inside the Fontainebleau Hotel on the Miami Beach strip, was deliciously decorated in pale blues and lavender, with dark wood bar tables, draped private VIP rooms, and two mirrored, elongated bars. Oversized plasma TVs graced every wall, showing last-minute countdowns from most major cities.

  Magnolia and Darla both lived nearby in Miami Beach. Rebe lived in Coconut Grove.

  It was New Year’s Eve.

  The well-promoted, well-attended bash was wall-to-wall packed.

  The sounds of Whitney Houston’s “Exhale” serenaded the disco-like, neon-lit room. The soft mixture of pink and blue LED flashing-light designs bounced along the walls and from the ceiling. The glass dance floor was a pastel menagerie of light grids that grooved to the beat of the popular R&B music.