3. Babes like Lily Valentine who enjoy flashing their tits even when it’s freezing cold outside.
My suggestion on this cold, wintry day: Stay inside where it’s warm. Spend some time jacking to the lovely ladies. Hey, Heather and Lily didn’t freeze their tits off just so you could sit there with your hands in your pockets.
There are a lot of things that impressed me when I first started working for SCORE about five and a half years ago. Back in those days, I was a records clerk, going through our magazines and pushing paperwork around the office for each issue.
One of the most-impressive things was meeting the great boob Jedi Master himself, Mr. Elliot James. The man who could identify a model by just seeing a picture of her nipple and could then tell me the entire history of her career and what magazines she appeared in. (My goal is to one day have the Boob Force that Jedi James has.)
The second impressive thing at SCORE was the HUGE image library filled with about a zillion photo sets of busty babes. (Like Xanadu, but with tits!)
Check out the HUGE knockers on Cindy. Fake, but fuckin' impressive!
But, I will admit (With a sheepish grin on my face!) that
Zena Fulsom's gargantuan guns are actually prosthetic.
THE most impressive thing of all time were the photos of Zena and Cindy Fulsom I ran into one day in said image library.
My first thoughts were HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!?! Followed by WHOA!
Naturally, after seeing these two ladies’ intensely immense assets, I ran to Elliot, who told me the whole history of the Fulsom sisters and their, um, what words would be best to describe them…hmmm…their GINORMOUS CANNONS. Yes, that phrase fits.
Chelsea's big hooters are actual implants that are composed of polypropylene string.
You see, apparently the ladies wore prosthetic tatas. (I know, I was just as disappointed as you to find out that these jugs were removable!) And apparently, their chesticles caused such a stir that people would NOT believe that they were prosthetic. They kept insisting that they were real. (Probably bolstered by the implants that Chelsea Charms has, too. They probably figured if those things are on Chelsea and are actual implants, then the Fulsom sisters have to be real, too!)
So, I walked away with the knowledge that the Fulsom sisters a.) were not sisters and b.) were just wearing a boob costume, if you will.
A few years later, I had the luck of being sent to our studios in London to spend a week collecting sets and records to be shipped back to the States. I got to meet some of our British photogs, and as luck would have it, they took a shining to me and let me have a behind-the-scenes tour of our London Studios.
And while we were walking around the cavernous building, I nonchalantly asked about the Fulsom girls. Well, these lovely gents gave me the entire rundown on how the prosthetic breasts were created and how it took over 12 hours to attach them to the girls for the shoot. Apparently, the breasts were made by the same man who does all the prosthetic work for the productions of the Elephant Man around the world. (Just a fun fact for you!) And it took this gentleman many, many, many sets of prosthetic tits before they got a pair to actually attach to the model and not crack and fall to pieces once they were on due to gravity.
I appreciated the story and thought that was it and went back to work. But then, a few hours later, the Brits came back and told me to come along because they had a surprise for me. We walked through all these passages and halls (Our London studios are HUGE!) and finally arrived at a room where, once inside, they presented me with THE ACTUAL PROSTHETIC TITS worn by Zena Fulsom! (Even as I type this, I am literally LOL’ing.) You can imagine how impressive these huge, latex knockers were. So, I did what I imagine ANY of YOU would have done in that situation…I put them on. lol
I put them on and walked around for a bit, laughing and bumping into people with them. (They were surprisingly heavier than I thought they would be.) Then they showed me footage of the prosthetic tatas being put on to Zena. According to them, no one had seen that footage since it was shot. And to this day, no one has seen it since! I felt honored to be given a backstage pass to such a quirky piece of SCORE history.
And that, my friends, is my story about the Fulsom girls. And although Elliot James may be our resident Boob Jedi Master, he has never seen said footage or felt the actual Fulsom falsies…and I have! So, I kinda feel like I have one up on him. LOL! (Sorry Elliot!)
I may have said it before, but I will say it again…I love my job. Thanks for letting me share a little piece of my SCORE history with you.
Here in the land of the plentiful bosoms, we use certain terms to describe the ladies we adore. Words like BUSTY and SUPERNATURAL and PLUMPER are thrown around the office to categorize the countless of hot models we get to see every day. We will say a girl is a SCORE GIRL or a V-GIRL and that she has HANGERS, SUCKLERS, FLOPPERS or PERKIES.
Well, today I started thinking about the term GIRL-NEXT-DOOR.
Carrie Lynn is one of my favorite old-school girl-next-door models.
It’s a term that we use for only certain girls that come our
Ana is the perfect Latina girl-next-door. Oh, Ana, won't you be my neighbor?
way and it just so happens to describe my favorite kind of model. You see, the girl-next-door is a special breed of busty. She is unbelievably stacked, but she possesses this certain innocence and youthful vigor that makes her more approachable. You can relate to her. She probably likes sports. She probably likes to go bowling. She’s really pretty but not in an “I’m so fucking hot that I’d never give you the time of day, loser!” kind of way. A chick that an average Joe (Or Jane, like most of us are…) could walk up to and ask for her name and number. She probably drinks beer. She probably likes the
Tera had a phenomenal rack and was just an average girl who had never modeled. She was here and then she was gone, and just like that, she never modeled again.
same video games you do. She might have the kind of hooters that could launch a thousand boners, but she is
To me, Christy Marks is the perfect example of that sweet, girl-next-door. She was so shy when we met that she called me Ma'am before I convinced her to call me Maria. (Even then, she only called me Miss Maria.)
still a girl who could literally live next door. (And I am pretty sure that all of us wish that we really did live next door to some of these, too.)
Some of the greatest V-Mag legends have been girls-next-door. Girls like the great Carrie Lynn who come to us straight from their college campuses, looking to make some extra tuition money. Or girls like Ana, whose teen tatas make me smile every time I see them. Then you have girls like Tera Cox, who showed up, wowed us with her rack and then disappeared, never to be heard from again. (Whoever HER neighbor is is a lucky, lucky bastard.)
But the one girl who oozes that girl-next-door charm that will melt your heart is Christy Marks. Christy is the all-American sweetie pie. She was so approachable yet shy when we first met that she wouldn’t even look me in the eye. (Which was perfectly all right with me. I was too busy ogling her tits to care. I remember talking to her tits for a while and then remembering to try and maintain eye contact. lol) Even now that she has gone from shy teen debut to hot and freaky XXX porn princess, Christy remains the girl-next-door. It’s a quality that never fades and thank goodness for that.
I don’t know about you guys, but I prefer my stacked girls that way.
She may not smile much but her boobs look happy to us.
The morning I checked the Model of the Decade contest and there she was, popping up in all her glory, Bea Flora. Poland’s pride. The fifth most popular SCORELAND Girl since 2000. I thought she’d be fifth of the five because even though Bea’s beautiful and has a smokin’ busty body, Bea rarely smiles in her layouts, even to the extent of looking glum or unhappy, which is a misperception (I think the not smiling is a Euro-chick thing), but an ultra-serious expression tends to have a subliminal effect on the viewer. Now we are down to four and it’s up to you, SCORELANDER. Who will be voted #4 tomorrow? Nicole Peters? Christy Marks? Merilyn Sakova? Or Karina Hart?
The contest is wrapping up the way most people thought it would end, and the way things are heading, according to most of the predictors, it looks like the final two will be…yeah, you guessed ’em. We’ll know soon enough on Friday morning when the winner and #2 pop-up.
Our CEO John Fox observed the other day that out of the top ten, only two girls have done hardcore (Christy Marks and Karina Hart only in one tit-fuck and handjob scene in Busty Riding Academy which some people might not count as XXX) while Ines and Angela have only done girl-girl. And Sharday and Bea Flora barely opened their legs.
Now Christy has done a lot of XXX the past year but there is something about her that just doesn’t bring the title “porn star” to mind. She’s more the girl-next-door who loves fucking on camera. So being a big-boobed SCORE or Voluptuous porn star like Daphne Rosen or April McKenzie didn’t have much of an impact on a girl’s popularity, at least in this contest. Deduce from these facts what you will, Watson. It’s been more than interesting, considering some of the SCORELAND member poll results.
Cherry Brady’s birthday is today, as SCORELANDER Dino pointed out. But I had a reason for not adding Cherry to the week’s birthday BLOG. To celebrate this momentous occasion, when Mr. and Mrs. Brady gave the world a rare gift, let’s gather ’round the Yule log so I can tell a very Brady Xmas story.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
It was Thursday, September 2, 2004, and we were shooting B.L.O.W. (Busty Ladies of Oil Wrestling) in the SCORE Studio. You’ve seen B.L.O.W., right? In fact, you should own the DVD on sale in the eBoobStore if you want to get on my good side. For those of you who don’t own it or have never seen B.L.O.W. on SCORELAND, Cherry, Annie Swanson, Angela White and Brandy Talore were the oil wrestlers, and they destroyed any female wrestlers before or since then. Dave was the ringside color man, and I was the ref. (Which I found out a few hours before the match.) It was the greatest wrasslin’ show I ever witnessed, let alone participated in, in my life. Cherry, Angela, Annie and Brandy oiled and rolling around on a mat? Hooter heaven, friends. But what you may not know was that we had an uninvited guest fast approaching from the Atlantic Ocean. A big, fat, Category 4 massive monster of a guest who didn’t fuck around. Hurricane Frances. Set to nail America right in the groin: the cock-shaped state of Florida. And fear was starting to set in.
Not only did we have to shoot B.L.O.W., a major project, but we had to batten down the SCORE building and everything in our office. And get the SCORE websites ready and up before the weekend arrived. And get some of the print mags off to the printers. And get the girls safely home before the hurricane nailed Florida. Home for Angela meant Australia! Controlled chaos? High anxiety? The understatement of our careers. But we did it! Angela’s jet left for Sydney and so did Brandy’s, right before Miami International Airport shut down. Florida local Annie drove safely home in time. And Cherry? She weathered the storm here, hunkered down in her hotel near the SCORE building. On September 4, 2004, Frances the bitch battered the east coast of Florida, downgraded to a Category 2, a still very powerful and dangerous hurricane. But not powerful enough to beat the Busty Ladies of Oil Wrestling. And that, kiddos, is my very Brady Xmas story.
Happy Birthday, Cherry, and Merry Titmas, Cherry, Brandy, Angela and Annie.
So, it’s awards time round the V-Mag headquarters, and everyone has voting fever. I get tons of emails all day long with people’s votes and opinions and honorable mentions. I will say that the race is a tight one and that even I am getting caught up in the frenzy. While I could chat for hours about how the results are going and who the forerunners are, I will not. (I don’t want to spoil the fun for anyone. So stay tuned for the results in the June 2010 issue of V-Mag, boys.)
However, I will talk about one of the serious contenders for V-Mag Plumper of the Year, and that lady happens to be Sapphire. Not only is she the only model to have swept this category for three years in a row, she is also a Voluptuous and XL Girls favorite, and there isn’t a week that goes by that we don’t get letters about this lovely ginger.
Now, while I only recently met Sapphire on the set of My Big, Plump Wedding, (I was one of the guests at the wedding. 😉 ) I have seen her photos for years while working at SCORE and have seen her evolution from slim newcomer to Plumper legend.
Well, today I was talking about Sapphire with a few people in the office (We were discussing what would happen if she won the Plumper of the Year award for the fourth time), and we got into what I will call the Great Weight Debate. You see, some of the staff remember and prefer Sapphire when she was a slim and stacked redhead in the pages of V-Mag’s July ’03 issue. And some of them say that she came into her own when she returned to V-Mag as a Plumper, like in the V-Mag June ’08 issue.
Now, I am not an expert here, but to me, what it boils down to is tit power. Sure, Sapphire had big boobs when she was slimmer, but her boobs are even BIGGER now that she is a little heavier, and that, to me, is why I prefer her as a plumper. (But then again, I am a curvy girl myself, so I am biased.) And although I appreciate all of her curves, for some of the guys in the office, her fuller frame doesn’t cut it.
We could have discussed this for hours, but I suggested that we take it to the masses, which is why I am going to ask you guys.
So what say you, boob gallery? In The Great Weight Debate is skinny superlative to heavy? Or does rotund outweigh slim when it comes to V-girls? Does it matter? Let me know. xoxo Maria
There is something about a curvy chick in full-on pinup attire that does something for me. Maybe it’s that as a child, I watched a lot of old movies on public television (We didn’t have cable until the ’90s at my house), and that included lots of old movies with Jayne Mansfield, Jane Russell and Marilyn Monroe. I became obsessed with women in cute, little outfits that showed lots of leg and ample bosom. They didn’t appear slutty to me, but rather, they were curvaceous, classy women who seemed to always be
London looks like a curvaceous calendar girl in this outfit.
Daphne may not be showing a lot of skin, but there is no denying her curves in this retro outfit.
having the time of their lives and could walk into a room and instantaneouly hold the attention of everyone there.They oozed this confident, semi-cheeky sensuality that I thought was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
In fact, I remember finding a box of slides once in my grandfather’s study, and it was full of half-naked pinups. And although I was old enough to know that these were “dirty pictures,” I was fascinated by these sexy women. I thought that they were amazing in their lingerie and garters. It made such an impression on me that I would, in my adult years, go on to dress this way for fancy events. To me, pinup style is the epitome of hot. I think it’s, well, the cat’s meow. 😉
This shot moved me so much that it landed Hillary the cover of the Dec. '09 issue of V-mag.
Maybe this is why when I do photo edits here at SCORELAND, the pics that I love most are the ones that channel that old Hollywood style I have come to equate with smoldering sexuality. In fact, when doing the photo edits for Voluptuous‘ December 2009 issue, I came across this shot of Hillary Hooterz, who just so happened to be debuting in said issue. When my art director Vanessa and I took a closer look, we both knew that this was THE shot, and we put it on the cover.
Just take a look at Hillary’s beautiful face and heaving cleavage spilling out of that blouse and showing just a peek of her polka-dotted bra. This shot, at least to me, teases and tantalizes and is probably hotter than if she had just posed topless. There is something about a woman who can show her curves and do it in such a way that even though she is fully clothed, you get just as horny as if she were naked. That’s the allure of pinup style, and whenever I see a girl dressed this way (Even when they are dressed in more of a Rockabilly style, which is, like, pinups with lots of tattoos), I am instantly drawn to her.
Just thought I’d share, considering that I confess most of my rack ruminations on here. Are you guys into pinups as much as I am?
Brittany Love graced the cover of SCORE’s first ‘New Millenium” issue.
The January 2000 edition of SCORE went on-line at SCORELANDon December 17, 1999 with pictorials of Brittany Love (covergirl and first photo set), debutante Daizie Kellogg, exotic dancers Amber Waves and Chrissy Lynn Peaks, super-sized B.B. Gunns from Philadelphia, porn star Carolyn Monroe, curvy newcomer Cindy Cupps and bra-destroyer Kayla Kleevage courageously tackling the organ of Ron “The Hedgehog” Jeremy. (The photos were black-dotted in the newsstand magazine. Uncensored hardcore officially started in April ’00.)
B.B. rode the super-sized wave in 2000 like Maxi Mounds and others.
January ’00 marked the beginning of SCORE‘s longtime association with Brittany and Cindy. They’ve both made many videos at our studio since. The 1999 SCORE Newcomer of the Year Contest was announced with 35 girls entered. The winner was announced in the May ’00 issue. Does anyone remember who won?
Other sections included Reader Art by Jerry Haines from South Carolina and feature dancer Alyssa Alps was all over the USA in her “On The Road” column. The SCORE Model Directory listed the mailing addresses of the more accessible models. Email and the Net have made this list of post office boxes more or less obsolete.
Brittany attended Boob Cruise 2000.
If you’re a print magazine collector, here’s some publishing trivia. January ’00 was the last of the “perfect bound” issues, meaning the cover is glued to the pages and has a flat spine. Beginning with the February ’00 edition (a massive 164 page issue), SCORE would now be stapled through the centerfold, or “saddle-stitched” as book-binders call the process. The next step began with January ’03 SCORE when the exact copy of the newsstand magazine itself went on-line through Virtual-Newsstand.com. We were one of the first men’s mag publishers to try it, and it’s updated every issue. Check it out if you’ve never seen how an actual magazine looks on your monitor. Very cool.
I love looking through videos on SCORELAND because every now and then, I find something that makes me reminisce. I found this clip earlier today, and I had to share it with you.
But before I show you this clip, I want to give you a little background as to how it came to be. Our story takes place in a little castle in the countryside of Hungary. (Man, I just realized that I have a lot tit tales to tell you guys. While typing this, I had to stop and jot down a few reminders so I wouldn’t forget some crazy stories for future posts!)
Karina Hart is spectacular. She is perfect.
Okay, so it is no secret that I am a Karina Hart fan. (I mean, who could NOT be a Karina Hart fan? She is smokin’ hot. And check out her pics in this polka dot getup from SCORE Holiday ’08. YOWZA. ) Well, she was one of the first models that I met on the “Hungary for Hooters” trip last year, and here’s a fun fact; She and I shared the same bottle of shampoo the whole trip. (Which is not hot at all. But have any of you ever shared shampoo with Karina Hart? Nope. So let me have my moment. lol) We also chit-chatted about music (She is a big fan of rap, especially Tupac) and made jokes. She is a charming woman. And she is just as hot in person. No doubt about it.
And then there is Mandy Pearl. I also met her in Hungary, and let
Mandy Pearl is THE girl-next-door. A stacked sweetie.
me just say that her adorable British accent killed me! Sigh. I mean, I was a goner from the moment she said, “Oh, hello. I’m Mandy.” That was it. I was all googly-eyed and little cartoon hearts must have been floating around above my head. And it didn’t hurt that when I met her, she was wearing this lingerie outfit. Not only is she just fucking adorable, but she is one of the NICEST girls you will ever meet. She’s down to Earth, funny, and she made it a point to have dinner with the crew each night, even after 16-hour production days. She listened to music with all of us after dinner and sang and danced with the crew. Just thinking about her makes me want to break into song
Oh, Mandy! Well you came and you gave without taking…
(Yeah, Mandy Pearl makes you sing Barry Manilow. It happens.)
Okay, so back to the tale of the video clip…
I’m in Hungary with Karina Hart and Mandy Pearl, and we are sitting around a table right after breakfast. Someone had just come back from the store and brought back some essentials. You know…coffee, sugar, soap, batteries, snacks, drinks and water balloons. What? Water balloons are essential, people! lol
So, I see these balloons and I look at the girls and I say, “Let’s go play with these!” But they couldn’t because they were set to do a tennis shoot in a few minutes.
Well, I was disappointed for about three seconds, and then I said, “Aren’t you going to be hot after that?” And I smiled.
They laughed, and that was all I needed to grab an empty garbage nearby and head off to fill water balloons. I arrived on the tennis court a half- hour later lugging a garbage full of balloons, and the rest, as they say, is Big Tit History.
They nailed each other with balloons and laughed and frolicked. It was glorious. It reminded me of when you fantasize about a bunch of girls at a slumber party. You know what I’m talking about. All of them looking hot and bodacious and, like, fooling around. And then they start pillow fighting. And then they are playfully wrestling, and oops! All of sudden, clothes start coming off, and then it’s a big lezzie orgy…
You know you’ve had that fantasy.
lol
So, yes, what I am trying to say is that Karina and Mandy, two hot, curvy babes with accents (Oh, yeah. Accents! SO HOT!) basically got frisky, giggled, played, got wet and then took their tops off and rubbed titties all in my presence. AND IT WAS ALL MY IDEA.
No wonder this is one of my favorite clips of all time. You guys can check out the entire scene on SCORELAND by clicking HERE. At the very least, check out the highlights below. I’m telling you guys, sometimes, just sometimes, you’re in the right place at the right time.
I love to see a woman's tits from the side…thank you, Yurizan!
I love to blog about tits and why I love them, why they rule and all the good stuff in between.
And part of that involves one of my favorite things of all time…
The profile shot of a great pair of bazoombas.
I don’t know what it is about that titty side-view that makes me happy, but it does.
(Check out Yurizan‘s profile shot from the Holiday ’08 issue of SCORE. Isn’t it glorious? Doesn’t it just bring a smile of pure joy to your face?)
Maybe it’s because deep down inside, in places that I don’t discuss at dinner parties…I am an ass-lover, too.
(And cue collective GASP! from all you die-hard boob lovers out there. LOL I am, after all, not only the the editor of V-mag but the editor of BootyLicious mag, too!)
When a lady stands sideways like that, not only do you get to see the wonderful slope of her tit and the wonderful curve underneath it, but you also get a peek at her backside. And who doesn’t love that? Seeing her ripe rump and her glorious ta-tas takes me to a place in my mind where I imagine her in doggie-style. Maybe someone is spanking her ass and cupping her boobs at the same time. Maybe whispering dirty, sweet nothings into her ear.
Oh, yeah.
And that, my friends, is hot. Period. You can’t compete with the wonderful images that the side boob shot inspires.
(And for the record, Yurizan, in all her amazing and possibly EPIC sexiness, was the PERFECT model for this blog posting. But then again, she is one of my faves, so I am a little biased!) 😛
