Sexuality Happens

All Photos Courtesy of: www.CrashPadSeries.com

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!

For those of you that don’t follow me on twitter, and missed some of the little hints I gave in previous posts, I did an incredibly fun and (in my oh so humble opinion) sexy shoot with the Crash Pad Series. My friend Rex flew in to shoot with me (and obviously, this happened over my visit to SF), and we had a blast with this shoot.  There are three levels of CPS membership – level 1 gets you the photos, level 2 is for photos and videos, and level 3 gets you the aforementioned PLUS the behind the scenes (which is my favorite part of Crash Pad, hands down). So yes – now YOU can see me fucking. Pretty hot, eh?

Here is just a hint of a tease of some of the things to come (besides me, of course);

And see, I’m a lover, not a fighter:

And because I really love the pictures from my bio page:

I have Crash Pad (and Pink and White…Lesbian Life: Real Sex San Francisco…and NoFauxxx) star Jiz Lee on my radio show tonight.  It’s on Radio Dentata at 9pm EST/6pm PST.  If for some reason you miss it, tomorrow (Friday), you can hear it at 9pm EST/6pm PST and 3am EST/Midnight PST. It’s totally worth it – Jiz talks about hir experiences in the porn industry, hir definition of queer and sex-positive, and also announces some amazing breaking news – an exclusive on Sexuality Happens. Plus, ze is incredibly smart, well written, ridiculously cute, and if you’ve watched any of hir movies, a Siberian tiger in the sack.  Why WOULDN’T you want to listen?

Listen to my show on RadioDentata.com

-Essin’ Em

I have a fuck ton of sex toys. That’s the official term. I give a lot away. Some, that are really creepy, gross, or leave odd aftertastes, get thrown away.  But everything else has to go some where.  I have a rolling sex toy trunk and a adult toy chest, both from For Your Nymphomation. I have a night stand.  And I have a box of “toys to review.”  However, what about toys that I want to travel with?

I have found the answer.

I. LOVE. THIS. BOX.

Seriously. It’s freaking amazing. From the outside, it looks like a fancy schmancy hard sided tackle box, which means it will travel well. Often times, I have to throw my sex toys in a bag when I’m off to a play party…and then it gets stuck in my car for weeks at a times. By the time I get to it, I’ve smooshed and broken some of my clothespins, and I have to go hunting for my pinwheel. This box is perfect for that.

But what makes it more perfect? My Femmeness loves the inside, which is covered in luscious purple velvet. Pretty AND functional.  

But that’s not all.

THE BOX LIGHTS UP. Yes yes, it’s like a refrigerator – when it’s closed, the light is off. When it opens, the light is on (don’t worry, I’ve checked).  It’s battery operated, so if you don’t like the light, you can take the batteries out…but if you don’t want it, you can change the batteries when they die…and you can even use rechargeable batteries if you’re in the tree hugger camp like I am.

All of the pieces in the bottom move around, so you can create spaces for the sizes that you need them…or take them all out of it’s more convenient for you. The top part has mesh – great for vibrators, dildos, etc.  The top and bottom are separated by a piece of purple plexiglass, so you can make sure stuff isn’t going to move around, fall out, get broken, etc as your box gets tossed (yes, I totally went there).

The picture does not do this box justice. It is simply stunning, holds a lot, and is incredibly functional.  Made by Tunti Enterprises, you can get your very own by clicking here. Better yet, Ilse, the amazing woman behind this box, has just offered 15% off if you order it through my blog. So look around all you like, but to get 15% off, you have to click to this link: http://www.tuntienterprises.com/essin-em.html. AND if you click through there, you get free shipping!

While we’re on the sex toy storage page, let me praise For Your Nymphomation a bit more. I was lucky enough to get another set of Clear Velcro Backed Pockets, which are versatile enough to fit in either my trunk or my chest (haha…not that chest…although I suppose if I was wearing a lace bra, then perhaps). I love my FYN stuff because they are designed specifically for sex toys, and they completely understand that things like silicone toys shouldn’t be touching either other, that floggers should be allowed to hang, etc. However, I have so many sex toys, that neither the chest nor the trunk has enough pouches for me. Luckily, you can buy extra pouches in sets of three — either mesh or plastic (I like the plastic because if my lube spills, it doesn’t get all over everything, and I like the mesh, because they’re perfect for dildos and other things that need to be air dried). You can also buy extra pages for the sex toy trunk, which is on my list of things I need.

Shiny, happy, plastic packs. They’re also good for storing make up (because I’ve found that mine always explodes while traveling), and also, if you’re into different types of creative decorating, you can hang up velcro strips on the wall, and then affix these as you see fit.

So if you’re looking for sex toy storage solutions, then there are my suggestions for ya.

-Essin’ Em

Is this not one of the coolest things you’ve ever seen?  It’s my first piece of fan art!  Maren Bergeson took a photo from my CrashPadSeries.com shoot and turned it into this.  I think it’s absolutely beautiful.  And I love love love it.

So I’ve decided to host a fan art competition.  The winner will get a signed copy of my derby promo photo, a multi-purpose, good for everyone Bloomy dildo/PC exerciser/butt toy from the lovely and sex-positive Babeland, link love/recognition, and my undying love.

Deadline? February 25th, 11:59pm MST.  You can submit it as a comment, you can post it on your own blog, and comment here with a link to the post, or you can email it to essinem at gmail dot com. Your submission becomes my property (obviously, you still hold all rights to it), and I will be posting them all on here to show off.

You can take pictures from this site, and use them. You can draw pictures of me. You can make up something completely random. It can be done in photoshop, by hand, on the computer, spray paint, you name it. I can’t wait to see all of the creative things that come out of this (oh, ps, nudity is completely acceptable! Obviously).

On your mark, get set, go!

-Essin’ Em

I feel like I’m really bloody good at finding the kink in people, and bringing it out.

It actually really reminds me of the monologue I’m doing this year for the Vagina Monologues (I’m doing “The Woman Who Loved to Make Vagina Happy”).  She talks about “finding the moan” in other women. She makes love to moaners, finding a place deep in them, and surprising them with their moaning. She makes love to moaners, and helps them to find a deeper, more penetrating moan.

Q and I have been hanging out a lot.  I remember one night, when I was driving her home, I asked if she liked to be bitten…she told me she hadn’t ever been bitten. As we’ve continued to hang out and chat, I began to see the kink in her. It was there, it was SO there, I just, like F, like Sasha Sappho, like L, needed to bring it out of her.

It started with the Babeland Massage Candles. I ask her if she’d help me review them with me, and she so gratefully acquiesced. I poured the warm wax/oil onto her back, rubbing it in.  She liked the feeling of the wax dripping onto her, as did I when we switched places.  We chatted a bit about kink…I showed her my lovely bruises from playing with S (she’s a former rugger, so she can appreciate bruises with the best of them). Finally, we made it into her bed room (I can’t remember how I got her into there…but I got her into there for sure).

I made her lay back….I alternated between kissing her, biting her, nipping her, and leaving deep scratch marks all across her skin. I love to mark people up (consensually, of course). I love biting into them as their back arches off the bed. I love scratching them as they can’t decided whether to move their body away from me, or push it further into me.

And then, I discovered her nipples.  They were perfectly and deliciously sensitive, but they could also take so much. She moaned as I bit them, scratched them, twisted them, pulled them. By now, she was dripping wet, and I just kept playing with her, teasing her, making her wait.

It went on for almost two hours. Yes, I teased her, tempted her, tortured her for two hours.  Her skin had beautiful marks all over it, her nipples were so hard and incredibly tender to the touch. I just ran my hand over her, and she would shiver. And when she came, she came hard, and it was almost beautiful to watch.

Since then, we’ve played more, and had more sex.  She’s perfect for me – I can laugh and say silly and odd things, and she hasn’t run away yet. I tried spanking her and hitting her with various things…a paddle, a slapper, a acrylic broom. I’ve tried clothespins and other clamps. She likes my hand on her throat. She let’s me slap her face and shove my hand into her mouth and pull her head both towards and away from me. She let me tied up all her limbs as I fucked her. Hard.  She’s a whole lot of fun.

I’ve found her submissive side. She even told me that, how she feels so incredibly submissive when she’s around me, when we’re naked, or lying in bed.

Right now, she’s a bottom. The other day, we lay on the couch watching Champion…both of us incredibly turned on (she has a pornstar crush on Dallas…adorable!). We lay there, my head resting on her chest, as she scratched my head, petted my arm, and purred, occasionally nipping her.  I was a kitty, and she was taking such good care of me. I mentioned kitty play, and we talked about it.  Her thoughts? “So, with puppy play, usually the puppy is the sub, and the owner is dominant, right? But with kitty play, clearly the kitty is the dominant, and the owner is the sub, yes?”  And it made perfect sense as I stretched across her lap, reaching up her shirt to leave a few claw marks.

So she’s a bottom. But I see the dominant side in her as well. The hints of toppiness, the snippers are snark – they’re there. I feel how hard she bites my nipples, I love how hard she holds me down.  I WILL bring it out in her…it may take a while, but she’s a switch, I can feel it.  

F came to me in the beginning for me to top her, to show her how to play, to let her in to the world of BDSM.  Only a week or two later, she was running knives on me, controlling my orgasms, leaving handprints on my ass, and forcing me to come until I couldn’t breath.

L once told me that she thought she might want me to force her to have sex with her.  And then, the other day, L told me that she wants to learn how to be dominant. I put my offer on the table. I wonder if she’ll bite.

I find the kink in people. The top, the bottom, the switch, the unknown. I find the kink, and I bring it out. Sometimes quickly, sometimes over time, and sometimes without even meaning to. And I love it.

-Essin’ Em

Picture by Raven Sane Productions

About two years ago, I came out as queer. I’d identified as bisexual since I was 17, but I finally realized that the terms pansexual and queer fit me so much better.  I hadn’t had sex with a female bodied person until this time either…lots of making out and groping, but no sex.

So in two years, I’ve discovered a lot about my sexuality overall. I’ve worked hard on taking steps toward figuring out my gender identity and presentation…I’m a fiesty Femme who is allergic to pink, doesn’t wear lipstick, and enjoys packing upon occasion.  I’ve figured out my orientation; I’m attracted to a huge variety of people, and while they tend to be more masculine presenting, and while they tend to have cunts (by a variety of names), I refuse to limit myself in anyway (I kissed an XY guy at new year’s, and I liked it. So there).

I’ve also been extremely lucky in that I’ve had a variety of sexual partners, many of whom have been very open to experimenting and trying new things.

From my Dinah Shore affair, I rediscovered sex, and redefined its meaning. It was the first time I actually LIKED having sex. And wanted to have more and more.  We spend 12-14 hours in bed having sex…got up, went through our day, and did it again the next night. Then we woke up at 8am and had balcony sex. I discovered a lot of my Femme-ness. I started liking sex…A LOT. I discovered I could come with more than clitoral stimulation. I discovered that I loved g-spot stimulation. I discovered that I had quite an exhibitionist streak. I discovered that I am really loud when being fucked properly.

Then there was J. I had so many first with J, and other experiences that weren’t first, but I got to rediscover. I loved sucking his cock. It was my first time getting someone to non-semenally (new word) ejaculate – oh jesus, so fucking hot.  We tried anal fingering of each other…wasn’t my thing. I worked on stretching my cunt a bit (the few times I have had penis-in-vagina intercourse, the guy got sore.  When I had sex at Dinah shore, 2 fingers felt good, and 3 was pushing it)…with J, I got up to 4 fingers (with much time), and it felt good. I discovered how much I like being spanked. I discovered how much I like playing with toys with partners. I discovered how much non-monogamy works for me, so much more than monogamy. I discovered that I really like orgasm control and being made to bed in order to come (I also discovered that I hate gags. Even “breathable” ones. Ugh). I discovered I am really an exhibitionist; restaurants, parking lots, porches, you name it.

When I played with K at Submit, that was probably the most kink experience that I had had to date.  I was pierced, and hit…a LOT. And bitten, REALLY hard (causing hemotomas for a few months). I discovered how much I like having my hair pulled. I discovered that I really like edge play, especially knives. I discovered how cathartic piercing play can be, and that I like that. I discovered that I come that much harder with a hand around my throat. This is when I discovered that I was a lot kinkier than I thought I was. I mean, I knew I was kinky before…but this was now more than just a bondage thing.

With F…well. Let’s see.  Although I’ve always wanted to be fisted, this was the first time I was actually able to have that happen (going from 2-3 fingers to fisting in a year and a half? Hot damn!). I discovered that I like 3 fingers to warm up, and 3 or 4 to come.  I experimented more with breath play…and discovered that I still really like a hand around my throat. I discovered I like topping people a lot more than I thought I did (I’d topped a few people up until then, but never more than once, so it was nice getting to figure things out about what both of us liked). I discovered how much I like wrestling and fighting back. I discovered that I really like exhibitionism, and was frustrated that I didn’t get to play so much on that. I discovered that you need to spell things out when you negotiate open relationships…and that when things go wrong, sometimes they can’t just be fixed. I discovered my more dominant side, and my more submissive side.

With a variety of other partners, I learned other things. With C, I discovered that I really like having my cunt slapped, and can come that way. With my first woman partner, I discovered that I can have breast orgasms. With M (as well as everyone else), I discovered that I am really awkward, and have instituted a 20 minute post-sex get out of jail free rule. With S, I discovered that I *can* in fact ejaculate. With Miss P and S, I discovered that rope can be fun and not boring. With Miss D, I learned that there are different ways of looking at safewords and their use. With Sasha Sappho and Dana and F and another person I topped, I have discovered that I am a very emotional top, and have a way of bringing out deep emotions in people, and some how making them cry (not from pain, but more mentally). I discovered I like forced orgasms. I’ve discovered I like hot wax, and being flogged, and being punched. I discovered that I DO NOT like having my face slapped.  I’ve discovered I love vampire gloves. I’ve discovered I’m not very good at the traditional idea of romance. I’ve discovered that I function much better when I am consistently sexually active…otherwise, I get too horny to function.

I like learning things about myself, and about my partners for that matter.  I tried to learn at least one new thing about myself for every new partner I have, and sometimes I learn a lot more.

I would like to discover more about myself an anal sex. Interestingly (to me), I am much more apprehensive and picky about “losing” my “anal” virginity than I was about my first time having vaginal intercourse.  I feel like I might really like it, or it might be a take-it-or-leave-it kind of deal…but I want to explore. On both sides…I want to get fucked in the ass, and I want to fuck someone else in the ass. This is a goal…but with it will also bring discovery.

I want to explore and discover more about group sex. I kind of had a threesome last year…and would like to have more. I’d also like to be the recipient of a queer gang bang. Lots of cock sucking and spanking and fucking and hair pulling.

I want to discover more about topping men. You’d think I’d be better at this than I am…but I still get really nervous about it…I need to experiment more.

I want to experiment more with fisting, or with having two sets of four fingers inside me.

I am so excited to be at a place in my life where I can grow, and explore, and discover, and learn and change. And I thank all of my partners for being part of that with me…whether we were lovers, long term partners, a one night spiel…I thank you.

I raise my glass to discovery!

-Essin’ Em

This review may surprise you, especially those of you who come here pretty much for my reviews of sex toys. What am I reviewing? Family Jewels — A Guide to Male Genital Play and Torment.

Why am I reviewing this? Well, first of all, I love books. And secondly, I own a shit ton of books. I don’t own this one. And thirdly, I don’t know anything about male genital play. Nothing. Well, I do know a few basic tenants; don’t pop the testicles, don’t break the penis, don’t impede future functioning of the penis.  That’s it.  Ergo, I wanted to check out this book.

Like many of the single subject focused kink books (A Hand in the Bush, Flogging, Play Piercing, etc), Family Jewels is published by Greenery Press, with a great introduction written by Midori.  It’s got a good first few chapters that talk about the idea behind CBT (cock and ball torture), how to talk to your partner(s) about being into this, generic safety, basic male genital anatomy, etc. I really am glad that they included both the safety section (always important in any kink book), as well as the pictures/diagram, and body parts segment, because so few people know the ins and out of genital anatomy (even if they are the owners of the same parts). Very good to have.

Further sections go into talking about which type of toys you can make/find/buy in order to practice CBT…from parachutes to clothespins, your own hand to ball stretchers, they give good details about each of the items, where to get them, and some tips as to how to use them.

I’m not quite sure how useful all of this information is, as I don’t have any XY male partners, making it hard to try these things out on anyone.  However, I’m glad to have this book, chock full of info, in case a penis ever presents itself.

As with many kink books, there is a good list of resources at the end of the book, perfect for anyone looking to get more involved into CBT play.  Resources are so important and great to have, so I appreciate them having that in this book.

If nothing else, it was a look into the world of CBT, male genital torture, and so much more.  Great book for newbies, but if you’re already well-versed in the art of genital torment, this might be a little bit too back to the basics for ya.

Click here to get your own copy of Family Jewels.

-Essin’ Em

I met Q when I was teaching my strap on 101 class at Hysteria, back in December. She had come with a group of queer women, all grad students at a local university (key word: grad…I’m not doing the college student thing again, don’t you worry!).  After the class, they invited me over to one of their houses, where we hung out, chatted, played pictionary, smoked a hookah, and you know, chilled. I tried to flirt with Q, I even played the question game, which in the past, has brought me much success.  No luck.

A week or two later, the same group went out dancing. My goal was to attempt to seduce, or at least be seductive towards Q. I busted out all of the Femme moves I knew (minus the high heels). First, I didn’t know where we were going…she started to give me directions, and I looked confused.  She paused, and offered to ride with me. Now, I have a map of Denver in my glove compartment. I *could* have figured it out, but see, this way, we could chat.  Once there, I put my purse in the trunk…AND my jacket.  Because then I shivered, and she offered me her coat. I’m trying here, I’m trying. I bought her a drink. I tried to dance with her.  When we left, she offered me her coat again…and this is when it came into play, because then I could offer to drive her back, since you know, I was wearing her coat.  I got her back in my car, and drove her to a late night pizza place (we’d shut the club down, but there is a yummy NYC pizza place open till 3am). Nyet.

Then, we went for coffee. We talked for a long time…two, two and a half hours. Ok. Good sign. Then later that weekend, we went and saw Slumdog Millionaire (amazing movie, PS).  During the movie, there was less touching than any movie I’d ever attended with someone else before…so I was like “ok, not interested in me.” But then we walked around the area, and there was an outdoor rink, and she told me we could go skating sometime. Ok, interested in me.  Then we walked for a bit, and I was the one that wound up linking arms because I was cold. Not interested. Then I suggested tea, and she went with me. Interested. Then she walked me toward my car, we said our good byes, and she turned to go. “What, I don’t even get a peck on the cheek?” (keep in mind that we’d kissed briefly before).  She walked back, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Ok, definitely NOT interested.

Then there was the Doll Ball (the roller derby formal). I was supposed to go with F, but then shit went down. So I was supposed to go with my friend, but she called out sick about three hours before. EVERYONE brings someone to this (date or not), so I called up Q and asked her if she wanted to go with me. Luckily, her best friend from college is the girlfriend of one of the players, so she was actually kind of excited about going. I picked her up, we went, I think we both had a really good time. She actually held doors for me, walked me to my car to put money in the meter, got my coat…and helped me into it.  THIS is the kind of chivalry I like. I went to drop her off, and asked if I could use the bathroom…so I could come in. And I did, and we hung out for a little, chatting, playing with her cat, and then I left, and she walked me out to the car.

The other night, I stopped by after dinner, and we each had a cup of tea (seriously, a woman after my own tea-lovin’ heart), and talked again. I love talking gender theory, social constructions, etc…and I have had a lot of trouble find people in Denver who I can talk about these things with…so that was really nice. I asked her if she wanted to help me test out these Massage Candles I needed to review, and we set a date to do so…I know, I’m smooth like chunky peanut butter.

More to come…including me. Wink wink.

-Essin’ Em

By now, most of you have read about, or at least heard about my concept of the Femme Spiral, mostly written about on the Femmes Guide to Absolutely Everything.

It is visibility. It is validation. It is physical proof of belong to such a strong and powerful group of women, queers, dykes, and more.

It’s bigger than I had planned on, but I’m glad. My first tattoo (the moon, stars and tear drop on my left shoulder) is the one tattoo I wish I’d done bigger…but I have no regrets on the others. I don’t want any of them smaller.  My mother took one look at it and said “I thought you said you could cover it with a large watch!” That had been the plan…but the artist drew in onto my wrist freehand, and as it wound into this, it was perfect.

Like my other tattoos, people let their own ideas, experiences, and more color what they see.  My first inital starts with an S (which is funny when people call me Ess’), and some have asked me if that’s what it is.  Others have asked me if it’s a crest of sorts. I keep waiting for someone to ask if I have a wrought iron fetish, as the curves in this are similar to the wrought iron at the base of my people embracing on my back.

It’s not any of those. It’s a mark that I am Femme. 

Now, granted, as many people have pointed out, it’s not going to work as intended (to be a slightly secret “ps, I’m a queer Femme” sign) unless other people get it, and unless people learn about it, and know about it. I have explained it to countless people, and at least in Denver, so few queer, lesbian, etc people even know about the blue stars, so this spiral may take a bit. That’s ok. Movements start somewhere…and while infinitely small to me, this IS a movement.

Some people tattoo latin quotes on them, things they live by. Others tattoo important dates. Clubs, gangs, matching tattoos between friends and lovers, etc.  I’ve seen more astrological signs than I can count. I know absolutely shit about astrological signs (other than that I am apparently not supposed to be with Aries…and that I’ve dated two of them)…so getting a Sagitarrius symbol on my body would be silly.  I don’t really identify with that. But I DO identify with Femme. This is who I am. While I didn’t always know the term for it, I have always been a Femme, despite not always in the stereotypical definition of what that means.

So behold my newest tattoo, my Femme Spiral. You know, maybe no one else will ever get one…and that’s ok too. I do this for me, for my identify.  Because just as I am connected with my father every time someone asks me about the flying pig on my back, and I am able to tell them about what a wonderful person my father was, now every time someone asks me about the spiral on my wrist, I will be able to tell them about me, my identity, and who I am.

And that, my dear readers, is all.

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday,

-Essin’ Em

PS! I have Crash Pad (and Pink and White…and UltimateSurrender.com…and WiredPussy.com…and Lesbian Life: Real Sex San Francisco) star Shawn, aka Syd Blakovich on my radio show tonight. It’s on Radio Dentata at 9pm EST/6pm PST. If for some reason you miss it, tomorrow (Friday), you can hear it at 9pm EST/6pm PST and 3am EST/Midnight PST. Shawn talks about being visibly queer in the porn world, her and Madison Young’s adventures at the AVNs, being a lover and a fighter (literally – she is a mixed martial artist), having on-screen sex with real life partners and much more. Make sure you tune in!

I somehow have topped this list.  So thank you to everyone who nominated me, reads my reviews, and to all those who have made my sex toy reviews possible.

-Essin’ Em

Best Sex Toy Reviewers is an annual list compiled by Domina Doll and Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek. Only reviewers who reviewed during the year of 2008 were considered, there will be a list for 2009 next year.

Each reviewer was rated separately by two people (Domina Doll and Scarlet Lotus did not rate themselves, their second rating came from a third party). The ratings were on a scale of one to five in four areas: Content, Organization, Originality, and Regularity. Each reviewer got a score out of 20 by each person and then the scores were put together to make a final score out of 40. Those final scores were ranked from high to low to get the list below

There were many ties. In cases where reviewers had nominations the number of nominations were the deciding factor for the ties. In cases where reviewers had the same number of nominations Domina Doll and Scarlet Lotus decided the order.

We recognize that this list is highly subjective. This is in no way a definitive list of reviewers, it is simply our list, and you can do with it as you will. We did use finite measurements, as discussed above, to create this list, but ultimately it is our own list. However, lists are fun to have and be able to point to.

1. Essin’ Em
2. Domina Doll
3. Beautiful Dreamer
4. Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek
5. Epiphora
6. Gabe and Elizabeth
7. Sinclair Sexsmith
8. Catalina Loves
9. Agent Ansley
10. Betty Rocket
11. Carnivalesq
12. J.D. Bauchery
13. Toygirl
14. Thursday’s Child
15. Dame Demi
16. Shay
17. Shasta Gibson
18. AlwaysArousedGirl
19. Freddy and Eddy
20. Dangerous Lilly
21. Jack
22. Erin Leone
23. Sleeping Dreamer
24. Ellie Lumpesse
25. Wendy Blackheart
26. Ducky Doolittle
27. Curvaceous Dee
28. The Porn Librarian
29. Lux Alptraum
30. Kyle
31. Naughty Secretary
32. Monkey
33. Nadia West
34. Alpine Subdreams
35. Bulma
36. Radical Vixen
37. The Beautiful Kind
38. Toys for Tarts
39. Sienna
40. Audacia Ray
41. Mariella
42. Ang
43. Lucy Vonne
44. Holden
45. Coy Pink
46. Backseat Boohoo
47. Bad Bad Girl
48. Jimbo Jones
49. Tess
50. BOX: Les Petites Morts
51. Zephyrine
52. N
53. Phaedra Fallen
54. Jiz Lee
55. Alisa
56. Syntax
57. Panthera Pardus
58. Red
59. Sommer Marsden
60. Mollena
61. The Countess
62. Adriana
63. Madeline Glass
64. Hussy Red
65. Trouble
66. Roxy
67. Sexorcism
68. Roxanne Rhoads
69. Amber
70. Roxi
71. Kinkerbelle
72. Sylvanus and Mina
73. Dark Lady
74. Sex Is Fun
75. Adrie Santos