Eye Candy for the Bitches

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337687152011-06-08T02:39:32.726-04:00Eye Candy for the BitchesTwo very opinionated bitches talk about books and bitch about other stuff too.Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comBlogger681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-25310491357846505952008-02-16T06:51:00.000-04:002008-02-20T05:51:48.446-04:00"This suprised me; my hallucinatory Edwards were usually better fed."

Why? *long suffering sigh* Why? Why don’t these Twilight casting directors ever listen to me??? This is like talking to Trollop or teaching platypuses or telling Brit Brit to wear knickers or asking Santa to whack Victoria so I can have Becks—I might as well ask them to box a kangaroo! I swear this is more frustrating than being trapped in a cave on a deserted island somewhere when I’m in dire

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-89638598238171265382008-02-11T12:53:00.000-04:002008-02-20T05:55:42.940-04:00One little two little three little toes...

Whenever I’m with a man and I get the chance, I look at his feet. *g* No, I don’t have a foot fetish. As I told you, I’m not a character from your pornos and I do not suck anyone’s toes. I’m also not talking about drooling at a man’s feet while rubbing peppermint foot scrub all over myself and meow-meowing like a cat in heat. I’m simply implying I peek to see if he takes care of his toes. God

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-54464951161165446382008-01-19T14:01:00.000-04:002008-02-20T05:59:11.988-04:00Scent of a man

I swear every time I see this boy I contemplate doing something that will break Raoul’s heart. :S (Mi dispiace molto amore mio. Sai che il mio cuore è tuo per sempre. *troolove*)Henry Cavill, who plays Charles Brandon the 1st Duke of Suffolk in The Tudors, is wet-your-knickers-fucking-bee-yoo-ti-ful. *sigh* (He would have been a muchos hotter Edward Cullen, I tell ya!) He launched Dunhill London

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-77574961394502200172008-01-18T15:11:00.000-04:002008-01-20T12:24:38.243-04:00Get wet with me

For those of you blind, tasteless women (and men!) who snubbed Casanova (you should be ashamed, you snobby heathens) and chanted “we want deliciously perfect piece of man meat, we want deliciously perfect piece of man meat...” I give you my gardener. Enjoy...“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-84341283526230459792008-01-11T09:08:00.000-04:002008-01-20T12:21:05.703-04:00The many faces of Casanova

I used to think our readers secretly despise Trollop that’s why they’re not showing themselves. I understand; she’s a bit despicable really. :/ It can’t possibly be me because, let’s face it, I’m uber adorable. But now—after only a teeny-tiny fraction of delurkees *sniff*—I’m beginning to think the real reason is because our readers are composed mostly of Nutella-covered hot men! *gasp* Could it

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-41372927404452368752007-12-18T11:15:00.000-04:002008-01-20T12:13:25.191-04:00Becks' love tool is as big as a tractor exhaust pipe

Apparently, no one told Victoria Beckham about what classy, tactful women say: Never brag about how great your sex life is, or how big your man’s dick is, for some skank may come along and covet your Captain Hightop the Love Commander.“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-44416291600000018452007-12-10T11:10:00.000-04:002008-01-20T12:09:16.824-04:00Stuff it like Beckham

“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-12388203024567598022007-11-15T03:35:00.000-04:002007-12-10T18:32:30.849-04:00Harlot: Edward Cullen's lover and Twilight casting director *wink*

I am still a wee bit mad about the Kristen-Stewart-as-Isabella-Swan thing. Apparently it’s an “accidental” fake announcement. *GRRR* This is no joke, people! It’s not like when I accidentally announced I was carrying Raoul’s lovechild. Soooo not the same, Seth Webmaster!“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-47601994956494890532007-11-09T11:46:00.000-04:002007-12-10T18:30:28.838-04:00Crack addict

My fairy godmother will tell you being with David Beckham’s oh so glooorious nakedness is my dream come troo. Just the thought makes me tingle all over, mm mmmm... *far away look, dreamy sigh*“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-87092095965078013992007-11-03T15:03:00.000-04:002007-12-10T18:27:50.521-04:00Chad White in nothing but chady whities

What happens when you got the latest underwear shoot polaroids of the hottest male model of the moment? Why, leak them to the internet, of course. Ohhh, bless you, pervy child, whoever you are. *g*“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-72489140893397607102007-10-12T09:01:00.000-04:002007-11-03T14:47:11.291-04:00Oh, McDreamy...

Patrick Dempsey is not my go-to stud when I’m thinking of hot hot hot, and I would probably choose Dirty McSteamy over him (not that I’d kick McDreamy off my bed ;)). Yet there is something about Patrick... with his gentlemanly ways... and those eyes, oh, those eyes... remind me of dancing barefoot on the beach with a man in a tux who smells oh so heavenly, mm mmmm... *sigh*“Tucker for Mayor:

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1233206060130716312007-10-05T12:15:00.000-04:002007-10-12T09:04:28.865-04:00Just because it's Friday...

“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-67274564028964700182007-09-12T14:15:00.000-04:002007-09-24T18:05:34.111-04:00Gods of the Stadium

Ever since the beginning of TBB, I’ve been posting about the “Gods of the Stadium.” Yep, it’s no secret I love hot footballers. Hot AND naked footballers. Heck, give me one right now and I’d be mighty tempted to play with his balls, heh. :P“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-63245971274802606542007-09-07T12:40:00.000-04:002007-09-15T11:41:34.142-04:00Santamaria!

I swear, not only does he posses a yummy beauty, but also an ineffably mighty, absolutely magnificent cock. *g* I know it’s not the size of the ship that matters but the motion in the ocean but MOTHER OF GAWWD! *looks around* *whispers* This dude is hung like a horse! Hee. (See for yourself after the jump; soooo NSFW. The images are too porn-ish but they’re too good not to be shared. :P)“Tucker

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-9385130090991864182007-08-10T13:15:00.000-04:002007-08-16T08:38:47.663-04:00Working at the car wash

Mmmmm... Well, now I know why those cars never stop coming. *g* Don’t do something I wouldn’t do. ;)“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-66084829869096322472007-08-02T09:27:00.000-04:002007-08-10T13:11:06.502-04:00Hot and bothered

Have you seen the new Armani Exchange underwear campaign that’s been making me hot and bothered?“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-76929436999644309012007-07-24T19:41:00.000-04:002007-08-02T09:47:34.422-04:00Fresh blood

I used to think that this guy could be my beloved, Edward Cullen. Mmmm, now I’m not sure... What do you think, my lovelies? This cutie patootie or the beautiful Henry Cavill?“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-17776068770764518552007-07-12T09:15:00.000-04:002007-07-24T19:44:22.218-04:00I hate Victoria Beckham

I never did like Victoria even when she was still lip-singing with the Spice Girls. I don’t even get it why she is considered a style icon when she dresses like a dominatrix-gone-wrong. She rarely smiles and her boobies look like they’re made of stones surely people are afraid to hug her in fear of getting crushed. :/ But what I simply cannot forgive is this: for an android masquerading as a

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-84783939447636412872007-06-27T09:00:00.000-04:002007-07-12T18:28:05.970-04:00Muy delicioso

Did you miss me? *g* Oh, alright. Trollop too. Well, it’s only been four days... :P Between that horrible woman’s thesis and her participating in a riot just to smell some footballers’ sweaty jerseys, I’m busy too, you know.“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-72538640974144225802007-06-21T21:10:00.000-04:002007-06-27T10:00:23.115-04:00The smokin'est man alive

The very fuckable Daniel Craig goes shirtless and scruffy in the July 2007 issue of Interview Magazine. These pictures don’t do him justice but—who cares—gimme, gimme!Related: Yes, Trollop, Daniel Craig is fucking HOTI’m getting to the bottom of this!“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-11444679750496350782007-06-11T12:03:00.000-04:002007-06-13T12:53:37.375-04:00Only my young master can ride me

We saw Daniel Radcliffe’s photos for Peter Shaffer’s classic play Equus, and as far as I’m concerned, I’d rather not remember those. (Jolly good for Daniel really, but in my mind he is still Harry; I’d like to think I’m less pervy than I already am. :/) That is why I could kiss photographer François Rousseau for the oh-so-splendid shots he took for Out!“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-80151942547696552992007-05-30T17:00:00.000-04:002007-06-10T20:18:42.749-04:00Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same! (Trollop's Phin)

No words are necessary...“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-40021788092869778742007-05-29T14:37:00.000-04:002007-06-10T20:16:50.428-04:00Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same! (Harlot's Phin)

Okay, folks, here’s the deal: a) Trollop and I luuuurve Jennifer Crusie’s Welcome to Temptation like sick freakos love sex in a barn (probably with fongool orgasm :/). We love its hero, Phin Tucker; its witty and funny story, the uber hot sex and, yes, Phin’s incredibly charming campaign slogan “Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”“Tucker for Mayor: More of the Same!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-20415174738483825562007-05-21T12:15:00.000-04:002007-06-10T20:11:20.482-04:00Eric Bana's HUGE codpiece

I was looking for some Eric Bana pictures—you know, just because *g* (oh, shut up!)—when I found this:“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-80243222410027407812007-05-15T11:40:00.000-04:002007-05-26T20:15:58.471-04:00Delicious totalus!

For all of you who are participating on our Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone discussion, as a harloty thank you, this is for you, my little kittens. *g*“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-83569503740704561232007-05-03T09:10:00.000-04:002007-05-11T12:19:43.055-04:00Corrochio stampo

My dear readers, light some candles, wear your fuck-me-thigh-high boots and join me and Trollop in this momentous event. Today, we, TBB, proudly christen two things. *g*“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-82901456408854485272007-04-28T07:00:00.000-04:002007-05-27T15:51:55.286-04:00An act of charity

Ladies, it has come to my attention that this really fine looking man is in serious need of our help!“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-82544470220803352272007-04-19T05:10:00.000-04:002007-08-11T00:12:59.482-04:00What is under the kilt?

After discussing the appeal of Scots romances, I thought I should talk about what I usually think of when the beautiful nation of Scotland is mentioned: What’s under the kilt? :P Heh. Oh, shut up! Admit it—you want to know too, you dirty pervs!!! *hmph*“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-65152630829285044792007-03-30T11:10:00.000-04:002007-05-03T09:39:21.696-04:00When only the wrong kind of man will do

Last night I was reading Connie Brockway’s As You Desire. CB is one of my top authors and I simply love her fantastic stories. Of course, AYD is no different. It’s fun, funny, witty, with this sizzling sexual tension and it’s set in Egypt! Very exotic. *g* I like the heroine (Dizzy Carlisle) enough but, unfortunately for her, the hero, Harry Braxton, *sigh* has a personality that overwhelms her.“

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-41775732693992934002007-03-19T12:01:00.000-04:002007-05-27T16:07:33.680-04:00Spartan king

Leave it to a Spartan king to set my blood on fire. *sigh* If you have yet to see 300, I suggest you RUN and see it now—you’re missing galore of eye candy, I tell ya! And that’s without saying how FUN-FUCKING-TABULOUS the film is!“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-22233044522017342582007-03-07T10:35:00.000-04:002007-03-19T12:32:32.445-04:00Harlot's lover

For the first time this week, I didn’t have to work today. I didn’t have to compute anything or dine with senile men that hit on me while unabashedly wearing their wedding bands. I didn’t have to smile and charm people who think I’m just a spoiled little girl whose knowledge only extends to shopping and shoes.“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1170396581707756892007-02-02T09:45:00.000-04:002007-08-11T00:16:29.698-04:00Sing for me, baby

Click here to go back to main post.**Photos by: Cristiano

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1169480631602392642007-01-22T13:01:00.000-04:002007-08-11T00:17:42.453-04:00Holy cow, Batman!

Click here to go back to main post.**Photos by: Cristiano

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1169481247608189382007-01-22T13:00:00.000-04:002007-02-13T20:28:40.683-04:00250,000!!!

Click here to go back to main post.**Photos by: Nana Moraes

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1168656962191137752007-01-10T10:00:00.000-04:002007-01-12T22:57:38.250-04:00Pool boy

Doesn’t he makes you want to frolic in a pool and be wet all afternoon? LOL Enjoy...“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1167828503897075622006-12-27T09:30:00.000-04:002007-01-03T08:49:56.810-04:00Most fuckable athletes of 2006

*Gasp* I almost missed it??? And I’m supposed to be a huge fan of hunkalicious sports studmuffins! Oh, the shame, the shame...For those of you like me who had been busy this past week (I blame Christmas!), Sports Illustrated has already released their list of the Top 20 Best Looking Athletes of 2006. It has the usual faces: Becks, Slater, Brady, but there are also new prospects I wasn’t aware of

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1166464154135887482006-12-12T11:41:00.000-04:002006-12-18T13:51:31.430-04:00Delectable nubs of male nipples

Did you ever wonder what the purpose of male nipples is? Yes, I know, nipples serve as a proof that they’re mammals since the distinguishing features of mammals are suckling their offspring and having hair. (Since men cannot breastfeed—euw!—where do bald dudes classify? Reptiles? :/)“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1164026489317508612006-11-13T13:03:00.000-04:002006-11-20T08:45:54.433-04:00New dude on the block

You didn’t really think I’d just let the men have all the fun, did you? *g* And I know it’s been a while, so I’m gonna try to post as many pics as I could without making Trollop worry about me and what she calls my addiction. *rolls eyes* Of course she do—“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1161440310776885072006-10-21T09:21:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:09:05.226-04:00Wanker part deux (with meme)

“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1161440040548440392006-10-20T09:12:00.000-04:002006-10-22T17:46:26.743-04:00Look who's back!

He was the luscious one who taught us a thing or two about *ahem* spanking the monkey. Yep, the same studmuffin who comforted me when I was *sniff* oh so alone (and boy, was he good LOL).“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1160831283281537182006-10-13T10:29:00.000-04:002006-10-15T13:25:38.356-04:00Acheron

**This is one of the spoilers for Ash’s upcoming book Sherrilyn Kenyon put out for her fans (you won’t find this from her site or any of the Dark-Hunter novels). It’s narrated by Ryssa, Ash’s sister.***For another spoiler, you can read the “Sex Balls” excerpt here. *g*“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1159990569224639002006-09-27T10:30:00.000-04:002006-10-12T21:27:56.443-04:00Good morning, baby

Isn’t he gorgeous? *sigh* I’ll always remember him every time I have hot choco in the morning. Or the evening. Whenever the mood strikes me, really. :P“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1159251124966831742006-09-10T21:42:00.000-04:002006-10-12T17:27:02.506-04:00The Book Bitches' King of Eye Candy

“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1159251019342271172006-09-09T15:02:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:59:59.413-04:00A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste

According to sex therapist Barbara Keesling, many women secretly envy all the guiltless pleasures and wild experiences they believe “bad” girls are having. Is that true? You see, I’ve never been a good girl LOL. :P“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157246262813323102006-08-09T14:25:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:58:46.836-04:00Mr. Delish to the rescue

I wanted something so bad today and fucking bastard I didn’t get it. *seething* I turned to my ever-reliable Nutella for some comfort and fix and what did I find? A FUCKING EMPTY JAR! Arrrgggh!!! Seriously, I needed something to make my day, and I needed it BAD.“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157246062272561872006-07-26T18:25:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:57:24.496-04:00Harlot's big fetishes

Whoever said size doesn’t matter must be very good at laving.I confess, I am the queen of size; I like large men. In all honesty, I adore them.“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157245849032212062006-07-14T11:00:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:56:51.016-04:00Again with the mustache!

I’ve nothing to blog about today since Harlot will be announcing the JB raffle winner in a bit, but I needed my daily Raoul fix and being the kind, unselfish and wonderful bitch that I am decided I could share him with you guys today—BUT JUST FOR TODAY! I’m not THAT unselfish LOL.“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157245642935931242006-07-11T16:52:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:55:26.653-04:00Yo ho ho! Man the rigging and prepare to overhaul!

It’s no secret, that I LUB Captain Jack Sparrow. I almost cried (aye, choked up) when I didn’t get to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest last Saturday as planned (apparently all the fucking posters I saw were misleading; it won’t be opening here till tomorrow—ARRR!). I was complaining about the injustice of it all to the BF (probably for the 100th time) when he asked me, “What is it

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157245414286456692006-06-30T14:05:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:54:34.753-04:00Aaaare you ready for some football?!?!!

Are you?Alright then, how about for some hot hot HOT footballers? *g*“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157245187870326192006-06-23T22:02:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:11:24.423-04:00More fantasy for you

As I was browsing my, er, “male appreciation” folder for something to share, I realized I have more pics of Fantasy Boy from our “very naughty secret garden.” I thought to save them until after our BBC discussion next week (you all better participate!!!). However, since it’s Friday, I don’t think the day should pass without our occasional eye candy—don’t you agree? *wink*“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157245026774277342006-06-16T21:47:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:52:25.520-04:00A very naughty secret garden

A couple of weeks ago, I received one of those “meme” emails (I never answer them, but sickly enough always read them, go figure LOL). I was a bit shocked by one of the questions, and even found myself blushing while I thought about it:“What’s your sexual fantasy?”“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157244864802335822006-06-09T08:02:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:50:39.673-04:00All hail the new King of Romance! Huh? I can't believe it's not butter!

Apparently, unbeknownst to Trollop and me, millions of people have been voting online from March through May on who would replace Fabio as the new romance king for I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter! (Not that Trollop and I would’ve voted... Hmm, come to think of it, maybe we would have! LOL)“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157244684567266872006-06-02T18:20:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:49:04.896-04:00All by myself

BF is away for the weekend in one of the most exotically beautiful islands with the best beaches here in our country. He’s sleeping now after a day of paragliding and scuba diving. Yeah, without me. *sniff* Now, in addition to that, Trollop just left for a much needed weekend vacation. In a little while, she’ll be jet-skiing and dancing the hula. Uh-hmm, without me. *sniff* So you see, not only

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157244532045071482006-05-26T08:36:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:47:28.753-04:00Spanking the monkey, petting the weasel, tickling the chicken

Trollop’s “The Big Cock Theory” article from last week, has become one of our most debated articles to date. As much as I and many of our readers loved and enjoyed it, both Trollop’s and my BF (and some other male visitors) questioned this figure regarding masturbation:Average number of times he will ejaculate from masturbation: 2,000.“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157244324202057422006-05-18T00:48:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:41:38.206-04:00Welcome to temptation

“Sex isn’t what’s important anyway,” she said loftily. “It’s the relationship that matters, and relationships take work.” He didn’t say anything, so she went on to fill the silence. “I mean, sure, it sounds good to just hand everything over to somebody else, but that’s not how it works in real life.” She felt angry about that, which was totally inappropriate, and she was pretty sure it was the

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157244134024309852006-05-05T01:43:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:38:16.746-04:00Oh baby, baby!

I know many of our readers are curious about us Book Bitches: what we do, where we’re from, who we shag, and most probably how come we have such filthy mouths LOL. Hence, I’ve decided to give you guys a sneak peak into my personal life, more specifically into my romantic life.“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157243810371594612006-04-28T09:30:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:37:16.836-04:00Old McDonald had a farm, e i e i ooooh...

After a couple of days with nothing but TBH discussions, even I need a different topic LOL. So I thought, why not another eye-candy? Granted we’ve just had our too-yummy-wet-your-knickers “tortured guy” last week, *lustful sigh* we all know there’s nothing more cheering than the sight of a luscious naked man just begging for a lick. :P Besides, as the wise will say, there is no such thing as too

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157243621010654202006-04-27T12:28:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:34:40.783-04:00BBC: The Bronze Horseman (day 4)

“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157243398487836622006-04-20T08:49:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:33:35.003-04:00Oh, torture me, you beautiful thing

Without further ado, as promised, here’s the follow up *wink* to my post from yesterday. Ladies, I give you Darius Santiago from Gaelen Foley’s Princess, one of my favorite tortured heroes. *sigh* Enjoy!“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157243149762513412006-03-24T02:16:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:29:12.306-04:00Sssh... it's the men's locker room

Do you ever wonder what men really do in their locker room? I mean, do these men actually check each other out, thinking, “Dude, mine’s definitely bigger than that.” Or if they pat each others’ butts—just, you know, to see if it’s as firm as it looks. Or maybe they massage each others’ pecs for fun, like cheerleaders on low budget porn flicks are always doing. Hmm, because honestly, *rolling eyes

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157233837746493302006-03-10T08:28:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:28:07.493-04:00Is there anything yummier than men who can cook?

I don’t know if it’s just me** but there is something so sexy, so irresistible, so delectable about men who are not only skilled in the bedroom, but also in the kitchen. Here are some excerpts about heroes who make my mouth water—and I’m not just talking about the food. *g*“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157237099264951812006-02-26T21:00:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:27:06.606-04:00The hottest of them all!

The Winter Games are over and so is the voting for our hottest Olympian. After all the tempting poses, after all the injustice of no naked pics (the horror!), after Bode not winning even a single medal *sniff* (doesn’t matter, I still think he’s oh so shagable), one stood above all the other hotties... Ladies, let’s give it up for:Jeremy Bloom, absolute hottest athlete of Torino 2006!“Ohhh more,

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157236854853932382006-02-25T08:15:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:25:46.953-04:00Olympic hotties in review

I am happy to say, that Harlot and I were wrong in our first assumption that Torino was babeless. It’s true that hot male athletes were scarce in the Winter Games, but the hunks they did have made up for that. *wink*“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157236661306024492006-02-24T01:43:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:22:47.493-04:00Boxers, briefs or commando?

When it comes to men’s underwear, usually three** words cross our minds: boxers, briefs or commando?Some women say that a guy’s underwear will disclose what kind of man he really is, but The Book Bitches will be honest and tell you that, whether a guy is wearing “tighty-whities,” “going commando” or “swinging loose,” it’s what’s inside that really matters. *g*“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157236492784191072006-02-22T03:32:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:21:22.876-04:00Come on, baby, light my fire

Whenever I see a firefighter, a cop or any of those men whose jobs are closely related to saving people’s lives, being portrayed as unquestionably hot in TV or movies, I snort; same thing when I read a book, in which the hero is any of the above mentioned. My first thought is: “Surely they jest!?!”“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157235970996612532006-02-02T09:31:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:19:33.070-04:00I need porn and I cannot lie

I just spent three days in a place where there’s no TV, phone or internet access. It’s run by a group of nuns, located on top of a mountain. I got a first hand experience on what prison must be like; there is a schedule for EVERYTHING—including a time to go to sleep (11 p.m.) and a time for waking up (6 a.m., and yes, I know, these nuns are sadists).“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157235442428200772006-01-16T17:58:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:16:18.453-04:00BOB worthy male athletes

Harlot’s “Footballers and Their Balls” entry was alive in my mind all weekend—that, of course, could be because I printed the pics of those HOT HOT men, to savor them at leisure LOL. So you’ll understand how that got me thinking about male athletes, and how some of them are so gorgeous they are closer to being gods that humans.“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

Harlot and Trollopnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33768715.post-1157234990204694982006-01-13T00:02:00.000-04:002006-10-30T07:13:27.063-04:00Footballers and their balls

I LOVE SPORTS! Well, not ALL sports. I, for example, don’t watch boring crap like golf, or cheer for a bunch of men fighting to get hold of a pigskin.** However, I am what some people might refer to as a “horny bitch” LOL, who knows how to appreciate the beauty of the male species. *g*“Ohhh more, more, MORE!”

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