Word: leatherizing
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...surburban conversation and a cover subject for Esquire. Superstud Harry Reems, at 28 a veteran of 400 porn movies, has had to dodge his fans on the street. Porn Star Johnny Holmes has 37 fan clubs, and Writer Gay Talese says an esoteric cult has grown up around Leather Princess Bettie Page, whose photos "are collected and traded across the country like you and I did with baseball cards." Prestigious Brandeis University in Waltham, Mass., honored Penthouse Publisher Bob Guccione at one of its fund-raising dinners after he made a pledge to the school's scholarship fund...
...Franciscan Nick O'Demus, 53, who declines to give his real name, drifted into the sexual leather-goods market nine years ago. A sandal maker, O'Demus was asked by a few customers if he could turn out sexual harnesses. "Pretty soon," he says, "word got around about what I could do, and I found myself with a new product line." Now O'Demus and his partner, Frank Morris, 25, employ 18 people at their Trading Post Enterprises, which grosses $500,000 a year from making bondage materials, whips, chains and other devices, mostly for the homosexual trade, and selling...
...disputed any talk of a tiff. But new signs of deep trouble in the marriage kept turning up. Tony took over a country place in Sussex, where he, Margaret and some of his pals gathered on weekends. But the princess soon tired of what she called Snowdon's "leather jacket" cronies, who bridled at calling her "Your Royal Highness." When Margaret stopped going to Sussex, Tony took fashion models along on assignments. Another reported companion, from the nearby estate of the Marquess of Reading, was the Marquess's daughter, Lady Jacqueline Rufus Isaacs. Lady Jackie, pouty-lipped, leggy...
...gravitated to each other, cause everybody else was there to see Johnny Mathis, and we were there to see this guy play out front for the Isleys. This guy played like a maniac and we both knew he was gonna end up being Jimi Hendrix. Green sharkskin suit, patent leather shoes--he was wearing a do-rag then. He played a Strat--old or fake?--Lefthanded. Custom. Remember when they did "Shout"? how maniac...
...late. As the train pulled into Washington Street Station, the wino clutched the neck of his brown paper bag and lurched through the door. I realized with a quick chill that I was alone, totally alone. Suddenly, as the doors slid shut, a trio of leather-jacketed, acne-scarred youth darted onto the train. The stench of beer and sweat and corruption filled my nostrils. As one of the toughs sprawled insolently across a seat, another flicked his switchblade open and shut in dull, menacing repetition...