EDITORIAL Funny how time mellows one. Five Christmases ago I organised a sex orgy for twelve
of my very best friends; eight girls, three guys. It lasted two days and nights,
everyone got shagged completely rotten, and to this very day I'm being reminded
of the outrageously filthy tricks I got up to. If what people say about those
fateful forty-eight hours is true, then I should be thoroughly ashamed of myself.
Trouble is, I'd drunk so much champagne that I couldn't even remember the Sordid
details that Boxing Day, yet alone five Christmases later. No, I've definitely
mellowed over the years and this Christmas I'm definitely taking it easy on the
booze, if not the nookie. So what have I got to bring a little festive cheer into
your lives this Christmas? Apart from Geri "no knicks" Halliwell. there's
a splendid foursome set fresh in from L.A., featuring those two world famous superstuds
Nemeth Zsolt and Ference Juhaz! But so what if you can't pronounce their names?
Orgasmic grunting and panting sounds the same in any language! Page 3 pussy comes
in the form of cover girl Jenny Harrison and Sunday Sport protege Katie-Ann, revealing
a hitherto unknown lesbian streak in a passionate workout with sidekick Jo-Jo.
And finally there's the inevitable Christmas spread, proving once and for all
that Santa Claus is a bulldyke built so big on top, it's a bleedin' miracle she
didn't get stuck up Sarah's chimney in Santa's words: "Thank God for KY-Jelly."
EVE xxxxx
