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March 25, 2010 by Maria
(Dear Dave, I see your Arianna Video and I raise you this blog by the one and only Jenna Valentine. I figured the only way to trump a video from the Bahamas was to let Jenna, who was ACTUALLY there, tell you guys what it was like to frolic with the busties. And of course, she has some pics of all the behind the scenes action for you, too. Dave, I may be saying this prematurely, but…I WIN. lol xoxo, Maria 🙂 Take it away, Jenna…)
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Jenna Valentine and her debut magazine, Voluptuous May 2010.
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Jenna Valentine: Sublime in the tropics.
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The view of the beach from the girls’ private house in the Bahamas.
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Taylor and Jenna get close for comfort.
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Taylor Steele, Jenna Valentine and Karla James…they want to mount your vessel.
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Sailor girl Jenna could inspire a lot of seamen.
Oh, hi, SCORELAND Members!
This is Jenna Valentine, taking over the SCORELAND Blog for a hot mess of a minute. Somehow, I got permission to write a blog about my trip to the Bahamas. But before that, I’d like to officially announce (imagine dramatic royal horns playing!) that I got my first bra fitting! Okay, that’s boring, but the good news is (Well, at least for you guys, not my for my bra-buying wallet!) that I am a 36H! I don’t know how this happened. I’d like to thank the Academy and my good genes. I’ve had big boobs since fourth grade. I had D-cups by age 11. (Writing that made me feel creepy, and now I think Chris Hansen is behind me.) Anyway, I have no idea where these came from. No one in my family has big boobs. I am the only one. My mom (who’s a MILF by the way, guys!) is super petite. She’s 5″ and 100 lbs. (Now you know where I get my epic height from.) But my boobs? No idea. I just text-messaged my grandma and asked her if I was in some sort of nuclear accident area when I was born.
Okay, enough about my boobs. No just kidding. Let’s talk about more boobs. I was recently asked to take a trip to the Bahamas to pose for SCORE, and I said YES! (Exactly like that, without thinking.) Let’s be honest, I am obviously not one for the sun. Look at me. I have porcelain, fragile, vampire skin. I am also just a little scared of the ocean. (I have a lot of phobias.) However, I’d never turn down a chance to pose with some huge-boobed hotties in a private house on an island. Would you? No. (If your answer was yes, then I don’t know what to think or say about you.)
Let me tell you about the hot ladies I got a chance to bunk with. (This sounds like summer camp! A naked big-boob summer camp.) First, there’s Karla James. Karla looks even more innocent and young in person. She has a very sweet face and her boobs are huge. Gigantic. Bigger than mine! I was shocked. I’ve never met anyone with boobies bigger than mine. She says she’s a G, but I’m thinking GGGGG. Then there’s Taylor Steele, and she is HILARIOUS. She’s the funniest, hottest chick ever…with huge knockers. Her boobs were also bigger than mine. (Seeing a pattern here, guys?) But let’s talk about Arianna Sinn! This girl is the sweetest, most-adorable girl on this planet. I don’t know what it was about her. Maybe it was her accent and the way she said some words that made my heart skip a beat! She was my roommate, but unfortunately we did not share a huge bed together. I was sick when I arrived in the Bahamas, so we had separate beds. But if there’s ever a time where I can room with her again, don’t you worry, I’d share a bed with her without even thinking. I’d spoon her with my boobs. Oh, I forgot to mention, Arianna’s tits were the biggest. I’ve never been the one with the smallest boobs in the group. I seriously felt flat-chested next to these girls! It was unbelievable. I came in thinking I had huge boobs, and I was out-boobed by three other girls! Standing next to Taylor, I’d look down at my shirt and go, “Oh.” I was super-disappointed!
I think my favorite part of the trip was actually going into the ocean with these girls. I haven’t been in a bikini or the ocean for about 10 or more years, but why would I ever say no to an opportunity to go jump up and down topless with three other hot chicks with HUGE boobs? We had sand fights, took off our tops, swam in the ocean, rolled over, rubbed sand on each other’s boobs and ran slowly down the beach topless like a topless Baywatch episode.
I had four wonderful days of watching girls get wet in the ocean, rub down their boobs with lotion and baby oil, get hosed down, put on sexy lingerie like garters (which are my absolute favorite!), jump up and down, do cartwheels (Karla did them, though she refused to do it for the camera!), try on bras, rub each other’s boobies, slap each other’s asses and shake their asses, too (That was mostly Taylor, though.).
I’ll miss my three big-boobed girls, and I hope one day we can all do another fun photo shoot! I can’t wait till you guys see us all together in bed in our SCORE tees 🙂 It was like the giant, big-boobed sleepover I always wanted! So ladies, if you’re reading this, I miss you all and I hope one day we can be boob-to-boob again. SCORELAND members, I love you guys and thanks for all your awesome support! I hope you all bought my debut magazine, Voluptuous May 2010, and enjoyed it. (I secretly hope I am someone’s new favorite pin-up girl!) I also hope you guys enjoyed my blog. I am the least-serious person so I wanted to make this funny to read!
I can’t wait until you guys get to see our sexy Bahama shoots!
Love you guys,
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Jenna Valentine
March 17, 2010 by Guest Blogger
Karla James: Rendering beer goggles unnecessary.
It’s St. Patrick’s Day, and you know what that means, don’t you? It means that every guy in the bar tonight will throw on the beer goggles and try to fuck anything that walks. And probably some inanimate objects, too.
The idea of beer goggles was always funny to me. We drink and we drink until every girl at the bar becomes pretty, at which point we can then take them home, fuck them and not be disgusted with ourselves. You know, because we’re such fucking studs that we have to be absolutely bombed to go dumpster diving with a girl who isn’t a fucking super model. Or, you know, maybe it’s just our own insecurities. Beer goggles don’t transform ugly girls into pretty girls. They transform uptight douchebags into normal human beings.
We say that being drunk is an excuse to fuck someone we wouldn’t normally fuck, but the truth is, WE WOULD ABSOLUTELY FUCK THAT GIRL! We just don’t want to get made fun of by our male friends who are hiding behind those same exact insecure thoughts. Sometimes, as men, we really are just that stupid.
That’s why being shit-faced is great. When you’re THAT gone, you’re not thinking about anyone other than you. That girl on the dance floor who’s more Khloe than Kim (Kardashian)? The girl at the bar who may be packing a little extra around the midsection? You’ll totally try to fuck those girl in the parking lot now! And that’s good, because one of them might be the blow job champion of her hometown. And the other one might secretly love anal. And you wouldn’t have known any of that if you were too busy being terrified of what one of your insecure, jackass friends was going to say about you the next day.
If you’ve ever been one of those douchebag guys–and believe me, we all have–don’t go feeling bad about it now. It’s human nature to be insecure. You just need a way to overcome it. That’s why, this St. Paddy’s Day, I want you to go out and get hammered. I want you to drink till you’re blind and can’t form complete sentences. I want you to do as many Jägerbombs as it takes to break free from the shackles of your own insecurities and fuck the girl with the hairy arms.
Because you never really know what you’re missing out on until you ride it like a drunken cowboy.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Now go fuck something.
March 10, 2010 by Guest Blogger
For some lucky guy, fucking Alexis Silver is just another day at the office.
At around 10 o’clock last night, I still had no clue what to write about, so I took to Twitter to get some ideas from my 150 or so followers. (Yes, I realize exactly how lame that sounds. Feel free to mock me accordingly.) They posed some interesting questions about porn, but one, in particular, caught my attention:
“Would you ever consider doing it?”
Believe it or not, in the three years that I’ve worked here and 14 years that I’ve been watching porn, I had never once thought about this question. So, would I?
I’d like to think that if I ever got the chance, I’d be the world’s best porn stud. I’d be that guy that all of the models were clamoring to work with. You’d look at my IMDB page and it would be like 700 porn movies long. And half of them would be well-known movies. Regular people would know me by name, and they’d stop me on the streets for autographs. I’d be that male porn star who transcends the business and winds up getting a lead role in the next Tarantino flick.
Of course, that was just my initial thought process. Admittedly, it has some flaws. After giving it some real thought, the truth is that I would never want to be in porn. Ever. And that’s probably best for all of us here today.
For starters, I don’t have the body for it. Most porn stars are ripped and/or hung like horses. I’m neither. I’m actually fairly average, and in porn, fairly average just doesn’t sell DVDs.
I’m also no good under pressure. Put me in a room with a girl and a bed and I’m fine. Add unbelievably bright lights, a cameraman getting all up in my business, and a director barking instructions and you might as well just replace me with a limp strand of spaghetti because there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to perform under those conditions. I have a hard enough time concentrating when my cat is watching me.
But, assuming I could block all of that out, I would still lack the ability to last for the duration of a movie. It amazes me that those guys can go on for what seems like hours. I’m good for about 15 minutes, tops. And that’s with an average-looking girl. I couldn’t even imagine how quickly I’d be done if the girl looked anything like Alexis Silver. I’d maybe be able to pull off a 30-second commercial, but that’s about it.
The biggest problem I’d have, though, is this: I don’t know that I’d ever want people I know to see me naked. Some folks are perfectly comfortable with that sort of thing. I’m not. I’m that guy in the locker room, showering in his underwear, like a seven-year-old.
Call me a bitch if you want, but being a porn stud is a lot harder than it looks (pun intended), and I’m just not up to the task. What about you guys, though? Be honest. If we offered you the chance, would you jump on it? Or would you keep your day job?
March 3, 2010 by Guest Blogger
"So, honey, I was thinking we could... uhh... try... umm... Eh, never mind."
Nothing against my 7th grade health teacher, but most of what I know about sex, I learned from porn and a little bit of trial and error. That’s probably not a good thing. I mean, sure, porn can show you the right things to do to a woman, but if you’re not careful about what aspects of it you bring into the bedroom, it can also get you a swift kick to the groin.
This week, I’ll share with you some of my insight, with the hope that maybe you won’t make the same mistakes I, and countless other men, have made in the past. You probably will, anyway, but don’t say I didn’t warn you…
I’ve learned that pizza delivery guys don’t get nearly the amount of ass that porn would have you believe, that it takes a lot more than a handful of spit to attempt a rear entry and that when everything is over, the cameras don’t just fade out…you actually have to clean shit up.
I’ve learned that some sexual positions are meant for photographic purposes only. You know that one position you always see, where the woman is basically doing a handstand while the guy stands on the couch and plows away from above? Who are they kidding? That can’t be comfortable for any of the parties involved. Just trust me on that one. It’ll save your girlfriend a trip to the chiropractor.
I’ve learned that if your wife’s hot friend is giving you “the look,” that is not, in fact, the best time to suggest maybe trying a threesome. Actually, I’m pretty sure there’s never a good time to suggest that. Ever. Especially not with any of her friends. Let’s face it. If you haven’t been involved in a threesome by the age of 30, that window of opportunity has pretty much closed. Could it happen? Certainly. Is it likely? Don’t go getting your hopes up. Just remember that beds are a lot more comfortable to sleep on than couches.
I’ve learned that even though porn stars seem to love it when a guy blasts one onto their face, your wife or girlfriend probably isn’t too eager for you to do the same. And even if she agrees, that seductive look that porn stars give when the moment arrives? Don’t expect that from your girl. She’ll most likely be squinting her eyes and scrunching up her face like she’s staring into the sun.
Basically, what I’ve learned is that some things are better left to the professionals. If you happen to have a girl who enjoys a little real-life porn action, then more power to you. Keep on keepin’ on. For the rest of us, though, let’s simply appreciate what porn stars do and just enjoy it from the safety of our computer screen.
There’s less of a chance of someone getting hurt that way.–Adam
February 24, 2010 by Guest Blogger
Ashley Sage Ellison hides her porn in her cleavage.
Last week, I solicited the help of you, the reader, for topics for this week’s “Bucking Bronco.” In the least surprising news of the decade, you failed me. Miserably. Therefore, you’re stuck with the topic du jour: why the hell do we hide our porn?
Get this. Even I hide my porn.
Now wrap your minds around that for a second. I’m a 28-year-old man who works in porn. My live-in girlfriend knows exactly what I do for a living. Even my parents are fully aware that I get paid to stare at naked women for eight hours a day. And yet, when I go home at night and turn on the computer, I have to click through a half-dozen secretly named folders just to find a picture of Ashley Sage’s beautiful boobs.
I’m not joking. And when I hide my porn, I go all out. I become a fucking ninja. You’re not going to come over to my house and find some gang bang action sitting right on my computer’s desktop. No, I tuck that shit inside of a folder, which goes inside of a folder, which goes inside of another folder, all named after some fake computer software that I know nobody in their right mind would ever go looking through. I name those folders all sorts of weird shit, too: RSU_Updates, WinPRN, BBMO98. The more intense the porn, the more elaborately I name the folder.
Even your Internet browser knows you’re playing 007 with that stuff. That’s why Firefox, Chrome and every other browser give you the option to start a “Private Browsing” session. Who, exactly, was that designed for, other than people looking at porn? Have you ever been looking at CNN’s website and thought, “Man, I really wish there were a way for me to hide this from my wife…” Of course not. It’s all about hiding the porn.
And here’s the reason.
No matter how confident your girl is in your relationship, no matter how much she trusts you, there’s always going to be that chance that she finds your porn collection on the one day she’s feeling insecure. And then you’re fucked. Because, generally speaking, women don’t see things the same way men do. As men, we know that even though our sex life may be fine, we’d like to watch an Asian girl get pounded in the ass once in a while. It doesn’t necessarily mean that we wish it were us. It just means that we appreciate that someone else filmed it for our enjoyment. Hey, who are we to argue?
If a woman were to find this on a particularly a bad day, though, you better believe you’re going to be having insecure, lights-off, missionary sex for the better part of a month. Good luck with that. Of course, that’s only going to come AFTER the three-hour “What does she have that I don’t?” conversation. And don’t even act like you haven’t had that one before.
So, in order to prevent this terrible chain of events, we bury our porn like a treasure chest. It may seem dumb, but it’s a necessary part of being a man. Admit it. You do it, too. It’s not an act of cowardice, so don’t feel ashamed. It’s just smart. Because in a perfect world, you can let the boobs roam free. But here in the real world, they’ve gotta be kept a few mouse clicks away from civilization.
Feel free to share your porn-stashing secrets in the comments below. Or tell us if you’re the pornographic rebel who leaves his shit out there for the world to see. Or just call me a jerk off. Whichever you prefer.
February 21, 2010 by Guest Blogger
Hi, Fellow Readers,
My name is Jack, and I’ll be your guest blogger for today. I would like to take you on a little trip down memory (actually mammary) lane. I hope this journey will bring back many fond memories for long-time readers, while younger readers may also be interested in the early days of SCORE.
The first issue of SCORE.
It was in June 1992 that the first issue of SCORE magazine hit the newsstands. I was fortunate to purchase a copy and discovered that this new big-bust magazine was really something special. I was instantly taken with SCORE and found the slim ‘n’ stacked models absolutely incredible. This was the heyday of the super-busty enhanced models (Busty Dusty, Colt 45, Sarenna Lee). I’m sure many older readers remember these issues.
I have always enjoyed SCORE since the beginning and have become a long-time subscriber. How about you? What was your first experience with SCORE Group products? Did you first purchase a magazine? Which issue? Do you still have the first issue your purchased?
L.A. Bust, the first SCORE Girl
Long before Christy Marks, Karina Hart, Marilyn Sakova, Linsey Dawn Mackenzie, Sharday and Minka, there was a SCORE model named LA Bust. She was on the cover of the first SCORE magazine, and like many models of the early 1990s, LA had a spectacular enhanced bust. She also had a great camera presence, lovely smile and soon became one of the first SCORE fan favorites.
As they say, the rest is history. From this humble beginning, SCORE magazine became a regular monthly magazine featuring slim ‘n’ stacked models. Through continuous improvement and listening to its readers input and views, The SCORE Group went onto to produce several more successful magazines to suit particular niche interests. Voluptuous (1994) became a fan favorite through featuring natural big-busted models.
The SCORE Group also began producing VHS video tapes so fans could enjoy their models in live action and sound. I purchased The Greatest Big Bust Video (Volumes I and II), which are both testaments to the early super-stacked SCORE and Voluptous models. I have subsequently got the DVD versions.
How about you? What was your first purchased video (or DVD)? Do you still have it (or is it worn out)? Who was your first favorite model?
I suggest younger fans view The Greatest Big Bust Video (Volumes I and II) to fully appreciate this early era of the super-busty enhanced models. Later, The SCORE Group produced DVDs, which improved picture and sound quality.
Since the beginning, The SCORE Group staff has always worked hard to provide excellent customer service and top-quality products for our viewing pleasure. The SCORE Group continued to evolve and extend their products to bring the best to its reader base. For example, SCORE magazine pioneered the inclusion of XXX material, which today is more widely accepted and enjoyed by many readers. Today, The SCORE Group literally covers the world to find new models for us to enjoy.
The evolution of the Internet enabled The SCORE Group to create several websites related to the published magazines. The SCORE Group continues to lead the adult entertainment world in product quality, quantity and value. Today, SCORE fans have never had it so good with the range of products available.
I have found a subscription to SCORELAND to be a great entertainment investment. I like the monthly addition of new websites in “My SCORE Sites” for long-term members. Also, the Blog is a great way to express your views and interact with editors and other readers. How about you? Are you a SCORELAND subscriber? What is your favorite feature on the website ?
What will the future bring? Who really knows, but I’m sure The SCORE Group will continue to evolve to meet our needs and interests. So the next time you enjoy a SCORE Group video, magazine or product, remember where it all started, all the time, effort and work involved and then give thanks! Enjoy!
October 6, 2009 by Guest Blogger
We begin our day at the fair. These are my lucky slave boys who I kept on a leash all day!
Hello boys and girls. It’s Bailey Santanna, and I’m writing to you from sunny (and slutty) California!
I just had the most amazing weekend and thought I’d write in to all you randy readers over at SCORELAND. Last weekend was the Folsom Street Fair in ever-liberal San Francisco. For those of you not local to the area, the Folsom Street Fair is a day-long street fair devoted to BDSM, sex, nudity and sexual freedom. Right up my alley 😉 The streets are filled with partially dressed or naked people of all persuasions. Leather is the central theme, and many a naked boy or girl can be seen being led obediently on leashes. Booths line the street selling sex toys, bondage beds and porn. Stages feature naked twister matches, women being tied and hung nude from elaborate ropes and giant drag queens flogging tied-up slaves.
As we were walking through the fair, I kept gathering more and more cute boys who started following our group. We actually started quite a long conga line, and I made them all stop and pose for a picture with me! 😉
The crowd is intense as well. It’s packed; barely walking room! Everyone is wearing something. Bondage, goth or BDSM inspired…often nothing at all. I passed many gorgeous girls butt naked, sauntering down the streets, breasts and pussies pressed to the crowd. I must admit when I met a pair of breasts as nice as mine, I had to reach out and grab them! It’s nice being a girl. You’re allowed to do things like that 🙂
Me and my boy toy Steinbeck molesting some wall paintings. 🙂
I brought a slave chain of four obedient slave boys. They’re slaves to my tits, that’s for sure! When I offered them the chance to wander the street, owned by the big-titted Bailey Santanna, with maybe possibly the chance to touch my gorgeous rack as a reward, I had a line of men waiting to serve me! I picked the four sluttiest I could find, squeezed myself into a see-through red minidress with a black corset and big black boots, and I was ready to go. I decided against panties. Who needs them?
My photographer was supposed to take a picture of the entire fair, but this is what he took instead!
I snapped leashes on my four pretty doggies and hit the streets of Folsom. I could not believe all the gorgeous cock that was hanging out! Men were randomly masturbating or getting blow jobs, and I wanted some! I started playing with the cocks of my four slutty sub boys. I had their pants off and cocks out after only an hour (and a few shots of whiskey). I had to get on my knees and give a few blow jobs since they were behaving so well.
After servicing my slave boy-toys, we set out for more cock. I needed to find new cock, and luckily there were more than a few pretty hard-ons walking around after they got a look at my huge jugs hanging out 🙂 I picked a few lucky admirers and gave them a hands on experience. 🙂 I shoved my tits in so many faces, I can’t even remember them all!
Folsom was awesome. I can’t wait till next year, and I hope I see some of you tit lovers there, too!
XOXO Bailey Santanna
[Editor’s note: Thanks for blogging, Bailey! New photos of Bailey and an interview go live today at SCORELAND!]
Someone who lived right in the fair area was throwing a party in their garage. I stopped by and decided to get a little more naked since there were so many cute boys and girls there.
Same party, different pose. Like it?
