The Best Internet Searches That Brought You to W20

If there’s one fetish we can all admit to, it’s a fetish for googling. I’ve learned a lot from the long list of internet searches that sent traffic our way this year (it seems people are really desperate for pictures of Eva Green naked, and I can’t say I blame them). So, here are some of the funniest, most confessional, and oddly specific internet searches that brought you to us. Enjoy!

(I wonder if the person who googled, “rumpf spanking,” mistyped ‘rump’ or if they just know me really well.)

hipster whore

slut whore women embrace

stupid slut bondage

end of construction sign patience

size of a magnum condom

sluts who want it

biggest erection

my brother asked me to give him a hand job

first time whoring

cartoon condoms

drunk men executives

using your sexual power

hipster jane austen

i want an active huge tall man for sexual pleasure

human bondage corset

take my ball and go home

my one night stand had magnum condoms in her drawer

never done it with two men

females who carry condoms are sluts

how to reform a slut

operating a hand drill

Tags: fetish, google

Ladies Love Drilling

Woman aircraft worker, checking electrical assemblies, Burbank,CA

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Woman working on a B-17F navy bomber, Long Beach, CA

Top 5 Bond Girl Names

1. HONEY RIDER

Played by Ursula Andress in 1962′s Dr. No, this bombshell shell-collector emerges from the water just in time to help Bond (Sean Connery) explore the island lair of a mysterious evil scientist. She’s just as sweet and sexy as her name. And so self-sufficient too…her bikini comes complete with hip knife.

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2. DR. HOLLY GOODHEAD

Who better to help 007 conquer outer space than a girl named Holly Goodhead? Played by Lois Chiles in 1979 opposite Roger Moore’s Bond, Dr. Goodhead has everything: a girl-next-door face and a body that can pull off a yellow moon-suit. Plus she’s an astronaut? She must know a lot about black holes.

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3. PUSSY GALORE

Perhaps the most well-known Bond Girl, Pussy Galore was immortalized by Honor Blackman in 1964′s Goldfinger. She’s a strong, powerful woman, a pilot, and a foil to the willowy Jill Masterson, who famously dies from gold body-paint poisoning. Pussy starts out on the dark side, ready to send her Flying Circus to nerve-gas the soldiers at Fort Knox on Goldfinger’s behalf. But, like every good Pussy, she has a soft side, and after falling for Bond, she swaps the gas and saves the day. Truly a Pussy with a heart of gold.

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4. PLENTY O’TOOLE

Ok, so she’s not even in the film for all that long, but this name was just too good to ignore. Lana Wood (yes, Natalie’s younger sister) graced the screen in Diamonds Are Forever in 1971. She was clearly chosen for the role because of her big, beautiful…um…eyes. Man, her eyes sure look great in low-cut purple satin.

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5. VESPER LYND

The vixen of Casino Royale was originally played by Ursula Andress in 1967. Eva Green (left) reprised the role in 2006, and seems far more appropriate as the “dark-and-stormy” Vesper. No, her name has no obvious sexual innuendo. That’s because Vesper is classy. As classy as, well, Bond himself. She has a difficult-to-place European accent, a neckline that distracts even the world’s most focused poker players, and a brain. It’s no wonder 007 falls so hard for her. Bond has finally met his match.

And Your Children’s Clothes Are Filthy

Here’s a disturbingly accurate spoof on gendered advertising. For god’s sake, women, sort yourselves out.

We’re Under Construction!

We are currently in the process of revamping W20.  Thanks for your patience.

In the end, we’ll be better whores than ever before!

Of Human Bondage

It seems that over the past few years, the first ladies of popular music have been experimenting with bondage.  Ok, maybe not in the bedroom, but certainly on stage and about town.  They’ve been strapping on the thigh high boots, lacing up the corsets, and getting out their whips, chains and riding crops.  And we’re not just talking about goth rockers or punk chicks or Gaga–we’re talking Britney, Christina, Janet, Rihanna, and even wholesome little Miley Cyrus.

Now, I see the obvious connection between rock star and dominatrix–what, you don’t?  It’s all about projecting an image of strength and sexuality, and there were always boots and corsets involved.  What I find more interesting is the fact that these ladies are just as often placing themselves in the submissive role.  No one could forget the stir created by Brit’s sweaty video, “I’m a Slave 4 U You” (2001).  I mean, is there anything better than a song title that combines S&M with teen text speak?

So put on some fishnets, break out your ball gags, bend over and prepare to be spanked.  Here are some of the all time great moments in pop fetish.

Tags: fishnets, leather, pop stars

And Now, With the Sexy News…

We’ve added a new section to W20!

Check out TODAY IN SEX, our daily update of links we love and all the “news” that’s fit to print!

The Long and the Short of It

Not to be outdone by her slutty counterpart, here’s a new piece from The Madonna:

“I have one ironclad philosophy in bed. I want to be the vine, not the tree. By which I mean, if anyone is going to be wrapped around anyone else in bed, it better be me. I cannot stand having some tiny guy clasping himself to me. I’m short, but I’m curvy. I want to feel dominated, overwhelmed by a guy.”

Read The Wee Man

Tags: short men

Keep Your Foot Out of the Toilet

It’s been too long–far too long–since we heard from The Whore.

Good to see she’s back to her old tricks.  Here’s a piece on bathroom sex.

Read Don’t Forget to Flush

Two Men Are Better Than One

by Julia Stuart

The day after I did it I expected to feel weird or whorish, but instead I felt light, joyful and quite happy. And I think I’ve figured out why. For the first time in my adult sexual life, I did something that was total, pure fantasy, something I had masturbated to countless times—and made it real.

The setting was San Francisco. I was visiting and I had received a gift of a beautiful suite, high above the city in one of the oldest hotels in the area, complete with Shining-esque vintage bar, international flags out front, and rugs that were so thick they made your heels wobble. My kind of place, not one of those hipster hotels, but a real romantic retreat, and it was there that an ex-lover was to meet me. I had invited him in hopes of rekindling what we once had, and on a practical note, what good is a sea-blue hotel suite with a giant-glassed in shower and a view of the entire city without someone to share it with?

But he didn’t show, caught in another state by forces that I now realize were far bigger than me or him, or maybe he was just lazy. And so I drank vodka, straight, in the room by myself. Enjoyed the view. Went out with some friends I knew from the days when I lived in the Bay and had a lovely time. And headed back to the hotel, drunk on liquor and wine, and many tiny-but-not-filling tapas. They dropped me in front of the hotel and I waved them off.

Then I spotted a horde of British men exiting a cab as I smoked what I thought was a final cigarette. I ignored them and they approached. We smoked, talked travel and London, where I’ve spent much time in recent years. We had a favorite pub in common. “You’re not a typical Yank,” one of them said, which I took as a compliment.

One disappeared, three stayed and invited me to their room to dance. I said yes. They were IT guys from Windsor, vacationing in SanFran and had struck out with the ladies at the club. We danced in their room and they generously supplied me with more vodka, which seemed like exactly what I needed, thirsty as I was.

One crashed on the bed, leaving two: a tall, blonde, muscular boy of 6’2″ and a shorter light-skinned Pakistani with black hair, glasses and a slight paunch. They were both younger than me. The tall one was hot, the other one was funny as hell. There was dancing, there was touching of my waist, my ass, a kiss on the neck. By both of them.

Tags: brit-sex