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Rebel Yell

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I’m just a wee bit partial to redheads, so when I was told I’d be interviewing Ariel Rebel (@arielrebel), I was stoked. This sexy Canadian model is the perfect redhead, with a fiery personality to match her hair’s stunning hue, and we got on famously. My favorite thing about Ariel was how down-to-earth she was and how easy it was to carry on a normal conversation. I’ve done some pretty long interviews (it’s better to have too much material than not enough, after all), but over the course of two afternoons, Ariel and I chatted for about three hours. That was definitely a record.

Another thing I love about Ariel is her chutzpah. She submitted her photos to Penthouse on a whim and persuaded us to give her a chance. It’s not easy to land a spread in our pages, and for a model to get editorial space instead of the standard pictorial is pretty rare, but she managed to wow us. She did it before we got to hear her adorable French-Canadian accent, too, so you know she’s good.

To read my interview with Ariel, which appeared in the April 2012 issue of Penthouse, click here.

Body of Work

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Last year I interviewed an awesome artist named Patrick Leis. His works are some of the most amazing I’ve ever seen, but his medium is a little unconventional. Instead of painting on a canvas, Leis uses the human body to display his art. He’s won some pretty prestigious body-paint competitions, and models the world over are clamoring to work with him.

One of my favorite things about writing this article was researching Leis. In addition to being a painter, he’s also a writer, and he’s written more than a few books—-just not in English. If you Google him, you’ll see just how impressive his, ahem, body of work really is. But first you should read this article. Because I said please. (Please.)

To read my interview with Leis, which appeared in the October 2011 issue of Penthouse, click here.

Sex Toy Review: Vibrating Penguin

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There’s an army of vibrating animals on my desk. I have a fish, a half-dozen ducks, and this penguin. Everyone thinks I’m joking about the fact that they’re sex toys, so I’m constantly putting batteries in and proving that nothing on my desk it what it seems. I can’t blame them for their confusion, though. This little guy looks so innocent that even I have a hard time believing he was designed for more devious things than keeping my ducks company.

Sex Toy Review: Pussy Whip

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A couple I went to college with got married around the time I was reviewing this product, and though I loved it, I knew I had to give it to them as part of their wedding gift. I showed it to the husband first, wanting to make sure it wouldn’t upset or offend his new wife, and when he saw it, he broke into hysterical laughter. “She’ll love it!” he said. “Though I don’t know if I want to give it to her. She already busts my balls about how whipped I am….” He ended up taking it home that night, and sometime in the wee hours of the morning I got a text from him: “Best. Gift. Ever.” Apparently the wife was very happy to get a hold of the Pussy Whip.

Excerpt: Best Bondage Erotica 2011

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In December 2010, I had a story published in Best Bondage Erotica 2011, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. The story I wrote, “Sealed for Freshness,” was inspired by my friend Claire. I’d asked my Twitter followers for some ideas for an S&M story I was writing, and Claire suggested Saran-wrap bondage. Her suggestion reminded me of a scene I’d witnessed at a fetish party a year or so earlier, where a dominatrix had bound her submissive in plastic wrap and left him against a pole with a sign that told others to tickle him. With that in mind, I sat down and wrote. And I couldn’t resist naming my story’s lead character after Claire, as a weird thank-you for the inspiration. Below is an excerpt from the story:

With Mitchell encased practically from head to toe, I put away the plastic wrap and then circled his body, taking in his appearance from every angle. I had him trapped in layer upon layer of strong plastic film, but I could still make out his body’s natural lines and curves through the thin sheets. It excited me immensely, and I paused long enough to rub my cunt through my leather, just to take the edge off. Then it was time to play.

Walking across the room, I picked up my favorite flogger and a red ball-gag. “Come here,” I ordered, my voice stern but my eyes, I’m certain, giving away my amusement at his predicament. Mitchell blanched at the command, but he had no choice, and so he attempted to obey, his feet wiggling and toes reaching as he tried to cross the room. The task was nearly impossible—-we both knew it—-but like any good submissive, he did his bet, and he’d traveled almost a full yard before I ordered him to stop wasting my time with his snail-like pace and went to meet him instead.

My flogger in one hand, I traced the other over Mitchell’s body, running it along his ass and over his cock, which was becoming erect and pushing against its plastic prison. I grinned and imagined just how hard his cock would become once I started his punishment—-and how hard it would strain to break through the plastic. Mmm, I thought, this will be fun!

Sex Toy Review: Impressions Paddles

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The people at Sportsheets are some of the nicest to work with, and they always provide me with more samples than a girl can handle. When I wrote about their Impressions Paddles, they sent me the whole line. The one with BITCH carved into it resides in a vase in my apartment and makes for some interesting conversations when I have guests. There’s nothing like having a constant stream of “product testers” pass through the apartment—-after all, everyone wants to see if the paddle will really leave a mark. (FYI, it does. Every time.) The paddle that reads OUCH hangs on my desk. I like to think of it as a warning sign akin to “Do not feed the bears,” though mine clearly warns others to not annoy the editrix.

Review: Bad Girlfriend Voodoo Doll

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My parents subscribe to Penthouse Forum to read my news and reviews columns. When my first issue came out, my mom called to ask about a product I’d reviewed. I got nervous. No one wants their mother asking about sex toys. Not even me. But it wasn’t a dildo or cockring that caught Mom’s attention. It was the Bad Girlfriend Voodoo Doll. She thought it was the most hysterical product ever and asked if she could have it. Instead of sending Mom the promo doll, I bought her and Dad the Bad Husband and Bad Wife versions. They live happily in my parents’ curio cabinet, along with all the other gag gifts I’ve sent them over the years, their collection of Buddhas, touristy shot glasses, and a couple of ceramic roosters. It’s like a miniature version of my apartment in their house.