For a tiny island, Ischia off the coast of Italy has been packed this week with the world’s hottest celebrities for some made up film and arts festival. Somehow, they never host them in Cleveland (maybe that changes now that LeBron’s back).
Included today in the parade d’ hotties was Selena Gomez, looking all grow’d up and flashing serious legs at one of the festivals red carpet events. For a relatively petite little minx, Selena manages to flash seemingly long stems made of pure lust inducement. Her calves alone could cause me to swim out to the island, seeing as how my yacht is still in the shop. Te amo, Selena. You and your new big jugs have really made my summer. Enjoy.
Since Selena Gomez and her big boobtastic walk through Manhattan last week, there have been rumor, speculation, and innuendo that she perhaps artificially enhanced her relatively modest chestal goodies to be more substantial Hollywood sized sweetie pies. I’m not so sure I’m buying into the 90210 alterations just yet, though it does seem clear Selena has found a new level of support in exhibiting her cleavage in a low cut and pronounced way of late. I’m going to go ahead and just ascribe this to minxy cat on the prowl. Because I kind of like what that implies.
Selena went through the Miami airport over the weekend in yet another showing off her smooshed up swell funbags, capturing all eyes and photographers lenses and everybody else who might possibly be attracted to this young superstar and her newly polished racktastic. Personally, I couldn’t be happier for Selena and her summer melons. I’ve been rooting for this particular change in wardrobe for some time now. Such an alluring little minx. If she could just finally and forever drop that 120 lb. anchor, she’d be perfect. Enjoy.
Heidi Ho. That was the nickname of the girl I so desperately wanted to date in high school. I got Saxophone Susan instead. Sort of the same, though Susan only blew her own instrument. The point is, you don’t always get what you want in life. Until each Thursday when you come here and get a heaping hearty dose of the hottest pictures celebrities are pimping of themselves on social media. You want that. You need that. And today you shall have it for the relatively bargain price of zero dollars and zero cents. I know, I should be President.
This week’s Sextastic Twitpic Roundup is headed up, chested up, and all around made awesome by Selena Gomez nipple slip in an Instagram pic she can no longer erase, McKayla Maroney bikini top hotness, Bella Thorne making her own bid for summer bikini trophies, the amazing keester of Anastasia Ashley, Emmy Awesome in a bikini, Miley Cyrus covered topless, Sophie Monk down her blouse, and so much more. Don’t be annoying like LeBron and simply choose right here, right now, to check out each and every one of these wicked hot social media candids. You love them, or your money back. I done guarantee. Enjoy.
I’ve never quite been in lust with minxy little Selena Gomez more than today perhaps. Not only has she broken up with The Devil’s Midget for the seventeenth time, and who knows, this one could stick, but she proudly asserted her independence by pushing up her funbags to a fare-thee-well and going braless in New York, showing off her racktastic and nipples like she was a young woman on a mission. And really the most noble mission of all, sweet exhibition.
Selena’s social media once again indicates she’s going through a rough patch. It always amazes me that accomplished, successful, beautiful young women would ever have such down times. Emotions and romance are a bitch for sure. Selena, if you ever need someone to talk to, well, your mom seems super nice. I have to admit I’m a horrible listener. But I do think you are wicked hot and I will fight anybody who says otherwise. I hope that helps in some way. Enjoy.
Selena Gomez is making bank on more than just her music. She’s got a clothing line I guess based on one of her albums or something at K-Mart called Dream Out Loud. If Selena only knew how I do just that while REM sleep running images of her through my mind.
Selena doesn’t just take a piece of the clothing sales, she models them herself, showing off her little minxy body in her clothes for young women. I’m not a young woman, though, you know, I wish. But I’m assuming Selena is a pretty strong influencer of their style choices so I assume she’ll make a bundle on this whole fashion line. I only hope she uses some of that money to continue treatment to get over the Devil’s Midget she just can’t seem to shake. It’s the only thing keeping Selena from being my one true love, my te amo, at least for one night. Enjoy.
Editor’s Note: Let’s get this out of the way. Many of you have written about posting Terry Richardson content on this site. Outside of being a creepy, kinky, fetish, drug-plagued monkey with raging hormones, which I think is a given, Terry’s not ever been legally charged in any allegations. Maybe he will be someday, and my opinion of him will more from awkward and creepy alternative lifestyle photographer to predator who needs to be locked up forever. But, for now, the girls he shoots featured on this site all support him and say he’s a helluva guy. He wouldn’t be the first man to have both real female supporters and also a small number of real female victims. But that completely remains to be seen. In businesses such as photographing young models, there are bad things that go on, and accusations of bad things that are entirely false. I’m always cautious about trying cases in the media.
Now, about that Selena Gomez girl I lust so much. If we’re talking about bad decisions, we could mention her fourth reconciliation with The Devil’s Midget. But I’d rather just talk about how girly hot Selena looks in this Terry Richardson photoshoot.
It’s simple and alluring and somewhat innocent, with a twist of naughty, exactly how I suspect to discover Selena is in real life when we vacation for a week in a Moroccan desert tent circa 2016. Hopefully, that twist of naughty is a relatively big twist. Selena, I am with you through all your horrible decisions. If it were not for your poor judgement, that Moroccan trip would be a completely empty hope. Enjoy.
Oh, Selena Gomez, you are just killing me now. I know your stupid ex-boyfriend is pining for you online, but you must resist the call of the Devil’s Midget. Just look at you, growing up into a little minxy woman with your Latina allure and and tummy and cleavy top like a beacon of the sextastic on the shopping streets of Hollywood. Any man would be more than lucky to be your love interest. I should be so lucky, as I am in my dreams several times a night, holding your sweat towel offstage during your concert performances.
For every passion inducing hottie out there, there is some loser ex-boyfriend lurking somewhere in the shadows. It’s simply a rule of nature. I’m prepared to deal with that, Selena. Let us join our bodies and ridicule your diminutive fop together as we make sweet love and forget about our pasts. Just one idea, I have more. Enjoy.