SCORE and Voluptuous readers write the darndest things: Part deux
With the comment boards on our websites and on the SCORELAND Blog, you can send your thoughts about a set, a video or a model immediately. And that’s great except many of the comments are one or two sentences. Rarely do I see anything longer than a paragraph. It’s just the nature of the electronic times we live in. Communication today is in short bursts. Texts, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr and all the rest are the norm. If we ever got a letter handwritten in cursive, I’d fall out of my chair.
Before the alleged miracle of the Web and home computers and instantly transmitting our feedback, there were the old-school letters columns. “Scorecard” began in the premiere issue of SCORE (June ’92) and has been part of the magazine every month, with rare exceptions. Intended as a reader forum, “Scorecard” is a place where comments, suggestions, criticisms, ideas, requests and questions have always been welcomed.
Here are some memorable ‘Scorecard” letters. Email “Scorecard” at Score@ScoreGroup.com or write SCORE, 1629 NW 84th Ave, Miami, FL 33126 USA.
D-Cup Dating
“Scorecard” #209, Letter #1
I was looking at your models and started wishing I could meet them or someone like them (as many readers do). And I was thinking you guys should come up with a dating service for guys (or gals) looking to date busty women. It is hard for me to date because I am busy with school and other things and it is hard for me to find the right person, not to mention hoping she is busty. I gave up my job and place to go back to school and pursue an M.D. degree and had to move back in with my parents and brother. This also makes it hard to date since almost all women are looking for guys that already have a good job and their own place. Anyways, it just seems that you find genuinely nice women who are not materialistic, besides being gorgeous and busty. So, I just had an idea and thought I would write it in.
Thanks for the suggestion. We can sure relate to your goals, but it’s not what we do. (We also don’t believe in auctioning dates with models to the highest bidder.) Anyway, as soon as you become a doctor, girls will be all over you.
If you're dating a busty beauty, make every day exciting and special.
Grocery Store Boobologist
“Scorecard” #487, Letter #5
The other day while grocery shopping, I encountered a girl who is my kind of people, so to speak. She was slim and rather pretty, although at first I hardly noticed that. And she was dressed rather conservatively except that the neckline of her blouse was cut about as low as it could be, legally speaking, to showcase a rack that was huge, quivering and even vascular to some extent. I mean with a blue vein or two showing on the creamy nakedness. Right on the verge of being gross, you know what I mean? This vascularity thing interests me as I have not really seen it too often on tits. I think I would notice it if it were there. Minka has it, for instance, although not real prominently. But with Minka, I figure it is only logical that such massive implants would increase the blood supply of the supporting structures. The grocery store lady, on the other hand, had tits so perfect, both as to size and quiver, that I figured they had to be naturals. My fantasy is that she got them that way and maintains them that way by simply milking them a lot or by having it done. Seems like that would be a better way to go than implants, and with the added advantage that the hormone changes, etc., might make for a lushified pussy, too.–C.H.
Renee Ross explains the veiny boob thing.
The Complete Guide to Lap Dancing
“Scorecard” #427, Letter #1
Dave Rosenbaum and Elliot James’ article on lap dancing, “The Complete Guide To Lap Dancing” [October ’08 SCORE and archived at SCORELAND], was a hoot. I’m sure much of it was true, but I’ve found that strip clubs in North Carolina are dull compared to the clubs in Florida. The part of the article that interested me was the so-called SCORE/Voluptuous model with body odor. I love the natural odor of a woman during sex. Call me a freak and a pervert, but I get off on the smell of women. My girlfriend plays golf, and after 18 holes, she’s hot and sweaty. The first time we had sex was after her three-hour-plus round with her girlfriends. She wanted to shower first, but I was too horny. She worried about her smell. I told her I was turned on by her smell. We fucked all over the apartment for about 45 minutes. I enjoyed every whiff of her body. She knows I’m a freak and loves that I want to smell her pussy and asshole when I’m giving head. So if a girl has a little stink, go for it and enjoy!–B.H.
Carmen Hayes always seems to draw a crowd.
“Scorecard” #504, Letter #5
Give The Photographers Credit
I have a suggestion that actually comes from my cousin who is as thrilled with SCORE as I am. He is a professional photographer and he says that one of the reasons for SCORE‘s excellence, in addition to great models of course, is the quality of the photography. In many XXX spreads, the male model blocks the view of the girl, and it’s really the girls that men want. SCORE‘s photographers are better than most in getting the right angles and viewpoints. I am not a photographer myself, but after my cousin pointed out the obvious to me, I can appreciate the difference. My cousin likes to be recognized for his work and says that the photographers’ layouts are rarely given enough credit for their work. SCORE‘s professional camera artists are among the most highly skilled in the business. My cousin suggests, and I’m passing on the suggestion, that you give the photographer credit by name at the beginning of each girl’s layout.–R.N.
We appreciate your, and your cousin’s, interest in the photographers. These neglected men have a new pussy and a new pair of tits a foot away from their faces every day. Can you imagine telling girls you never met before, and may never see again, to spread their pussies and suck on their nipples, and the girls do it? The photographers wake up in the morning and that’s what they have to look forward to at the office. Sad. They’re so unhappy they don’t care about getting any credit. Depression hurts.
Hard at work. Because this kind of work gets them hard.
