Olivia Wilde in a bikini is milftacularly doable. (Huffington Post)
Kobe’s wife Vanessa Bryant‘s Christmas card is giving me a yulelog in my trousers. (TMZ)
Martha Hunt sports some camel toe in her bikini. (Drunken Stepfather)
A day without Alessandra Ambrosio in a bathing suit is like a day without sunshine. (Hollywood Tuna)
Michea Crawford in lingerie looks better than your girlfriend. (Popoholic)
Motherhood has endowed Mila Kunis with super boobs. (The Superficial)
Denise Schaefer in panties? Don’t mind if I do. (COED)
If you don’t lust Olivia Wilde, you probably can’t be my friend. How can we be buddies with such a basic fundamental understanding that Olivia Wilde even post baby, or, especially post baby in my own case, is wicked hot and currently fulfilling at least seventeen simultaneous naughty dreams in my mind as I ogle her paddleboarding in a bikini in Hawaii.
Maui to be exact where the passion inducing slender actress and model was working the board, flashing her obviously well-recovered now MILFtastic body, and generally give hard-ons to the local fish population, not to mention gentleman oglers lined up along the beach. The only thing better than Olivia Wilde is a wet Olivia Wilde, much like the only thing better than Olivia Wilde in a bikini is Olivia Wilde in nothing. I don’t like superlatives, but I do engage heavily in comparatives. Olivia Wilde, you are better than brownies. There, I said it. Enjoy.
Photo Credit: FameFlyNet
The good and flesh on film loving folks at Mr. Skin have really outdone themselves this week with a ribald and richly ta-ta filled sixty seconds of the best skin on small and big screen this weekend. It’s not that you can’t enjoy entertainment bereft of faptastic funbags, it’s just, why would you even try when you have options. Not many people choose the cold shower when the hot works perfectly fine.
This week’s Mr. Skin Minute includes Emily Ratajkowski who will be topless in Gone Girl on the big screen but famously was topless already in her Robin Thicke video, Lizzy Caplan and Breaking Bad’s Betsy Brandt both topless on the season finale of Masters of Sex, and Olivia Wilde flashing her sweet’ums full frontal and some nice rear in Third Person now out in theaters and OnDemand. It’s a hoopla of the hooters of some of the finest ladies in the land. You really shouldn’t pass it up.
And, naturally, while delighting in the Skin for sixty seconds, consider a full-time Ego discounted membership to Mr. Skin and their content vaults of unending celebrity skin. Sixty seconds is fun, sixty hours is more of a religious experience. Enjoy.
Check Out the Uncensored Mr. Skin Minute Video »
I think this film was in the can for a while before making a festival run last year then ultimately being released this summer to a very minimal audience. In short, while indie film Third Person got raked over the coals by critics, nobody really stopped to say, hey, wait, Olivia Wilde is topless in this movie. That’s why you have us here. It’s out job to remember this actually happened and share it with you.
This is clearly the sextastic Olivia Wilde pre-baby, not that she won’t once again soon have a spectacular body with her blessed genes and no doubt strict workout regimen. But to see one of the most often overlooking super hotties of Hollywood with her perky pair out there for perfect ogling, well, who cares what the critics say, I call this a tour de force performance. I’m forcing a performance as we speak. That’s rude, but, Olivia Wilde funbags! Enjoy.
Which means it’s time for myself and collection of hot preggo girl fetishists to swab our lenses, as it were, and prepare for many months of Olivia Wilde swelling sextastic in form fitting workout clothes. As the months go by, we can expect all kinds of wonderful burgeoning Olivia Wilde stretchy Spandex reveals.
This really is a wonderful time for us with-child fans, as we get to delight in the curving out of Olivia’s body, while at the same time knowing that when the process is complete, we can simply walk away and let somebody else pay for the actual child. Win-win, Olivia, bless you. Enjoy.
A little Olivia Wilde goes a long way. Once again, I have braved the snickers and scorn of the middle school skateboarder who haunt my very doorstep to gather up the best of the hotness from the lady’s magazines, just for you, because I care.
Olivia Wilde isn’t just a good looking lady, she’s a spectacular looking woman and self-described sex fiend. Either would be good enough for me, but the combination, well it’s downright alluring. Enjoy.
As if our lust affair with Olivia Wilde wasn’t already riding well past safe speeds, she goes and flashes a whole bench of deep cleavy side boob views on the red carpet for the film Rush in London. I can’t help but feeling we’re exporting lots of American funbag views to Jolly Old England these days, albeit the Britty gals we do get in return do tend to go topless. So, I guess the Lend-Lease deal is sort of working in our favor these days.
Olivia Wilde really is one of the top stars in our Egotastic! nighty sky. When she gets dolled up for an evening out, she looks like a million bucks. If only we had a million bucks to make her a decent proposal of the indecent variety. That cleavage must be fully realized. Enjoy.