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You may have thought you knew all of the star-studded TMI, but these celebrities are about to take sex talk to a new level. Amber Rose and Kanye West aren’t the only ones who put their backdoor business on front street. And now we’re wondering if everyone in tinsel town has some bedroom habits and fetishes they’d like to share.
We never would have guessed in a million years that anal play was quite so popular behind closed doors in Hollywood. But we would have been wrong on several counts if we would have assumed it wasn’t true. These celebrities were very upfront about what they like out back. And all of our jaws are still on the floor. You’ll never believe which red carpet regulars like backdoor action — and how comfortable they are with telling people what they really like in the bedroom.
Amber Rose made sure that if we didn’t know how Kanye West got down before, now we know …
If you haven’t heard this hilarious exchange between Charlamagne Tha God and Nicki Minaj, it’s time to tune in.
He wouldn’t mind eating hers, likes his munched on, and isn’t afraid to give all of the hilarious details about how it goes down.
We’ll just leave this quote from 2009 right here:
“I like fu–ing a–! Ain’t nothin’ like the butthole. The a– is a delicacy, goddamn it. I’d put hot sauce on it. When you eat the brown hole, that’s when her toes do this.” [Sticks legs out and curls toes]
His song “Post To Be” had the whole world singing about eating the booty “like groceries.” And according to the red carpet confession of his girlfriend, Apryl Jones, he might do a lot more than just sing about it…
Curtis Jackson told Howard Stern that he had his salad tossed once (he would later claim it was Vivica) and called it an “experience.”:
“I was getting a blowjob, then she just went further then she had to.”
He made a whole song about eating “ Cake .”
Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you the founder of Eat A Booty Day .
Just in case there was any confusion, rapper Chris Brown celebrated Eat A Booty Day by posting this photo to his Instagram page.
Rapper Kevin Gates said in a viral video that “Real ni–as eat booty… I don’t get tired!”
Amber Rose may not be the only one to out her ex’s sexual proclivities. Back in 2012, somebody leaked Olivia Munn’s dirty text messages to Chris Pine, which included such gems as “lick my tight a–hole.” And since it happened suspiciously close to leaked pictures of the pair on a dinner date — and Munn’s vehement denial that they ever dated — a lot of people suspect that the leak might have been by Pine.
Be famous and eat booty and someone’s sure to tell everyone. Even Lance Armstrong was snitched on by comedian April Macie. She told Howard Stern that she once walked in on her friend with her tongue all the way inside Lance Armstrong’s salad — and then he offered her the opportunity to do the same. She politely declined .
One anonymous woman released a letter with a ton of Drake tea, including the claim that he really likes tossed salad — giving and receiving.
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Published: 12:23 BST, 14 July 2017 | Updated: 16:59 BST, 14 July 2017
Couples everywhere use sexy selfies to spice up their relationships, but these photos show how important it is to double check the number before sending.
The screenshots, posted on an online gallery, show women who were left red-faced after they accidentally sent their racy snaps to the wrong person.
Some shared their intimate pictures with strangers, while otherwise were mortified to discover their mother or father had received the images.
But parents suffered their own embarrassments, with racy mothers sharing X-rated and lingerie-clad snaps meant for their husbands to their children.
Here, FEMAIL rounds up some of the most toe-curling exchanges...
Whoops! Someone took a sultry selfie for her significant other - but sent it to her father by mistake
Keeping things interesting: This mother meant to send a lingerie-clad picture to her husband
Oversharing: This father definitely did not want to see a picture of his daughter flashing
Tat's unexpected! This daughter accidentally sent her father a picture of her new ink
Perfect comeback: This mother stripped off to show up her posing daughter
Awkward! This father had to point out her daughter's shower selfie fail
Not for you! One stranger received a very unexpected text from an unknown number
Baring it all: This woman accidentally sent a photo of her bottom to a perfect stranger
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It was Day 3 of our honeymoon…dun…dun…dun! A day I will never forget. A day I learned what marriage was really about.
It was just three days after our big wedding, our “I Do’s,” our commitment to spend the rest of our lives together. For better or worse. In sickness and in health.
My husband had no idea how quickly I would bank on those vows!
Day 1 and Day 2 of our honeymoon were filled with splashes in the pool, walks along the beach, sunset watching, giant bike riding in the ocean, and seeing each other at our best–our sexiest outfits, our most agreeable moods, and our most fun and adventurous spirits.
On the evening of Day 2, we dined at a gorgeous beach side restaurant. We ate. We drank wine–all while gazing into each other’s eyes as the waves crashed on the shore nearby. It was so romantic. However, the next morning on day 3, I awoke to a gurgling stomach – churning – aching.
I knew that something was going to come out somewhere. It was just a matter of time. NOOOOOOOOOO! Not on my honeymoon!
I wanted to hide my pain. I wanted to pretend all was well so we could go snorkeling and continue being flirty and sexy and enjoying our fairy tale of love and romance and happiness and fun.
I was about to ruin it all with a reality check of “the runs.”
I couldn’t hide it any longer. I had to tell my husband of 3 days that I had the stomach bug. Every 20 minutes throughout the entire morning, I was running to the bathroom and then crawling back to bed. My sexy new spouse was right there. He was getting me sips of water. He was dabbing my sweaty head with a cool wash rag. He sat in a chair next to the bed as I groaned and complained – helping me – encouraging me – being there for me.
As the trips to the bathroom started winding down, all my strength and energy and modesty were gone. I simply quit putting my clothes back on. I quit caring that we were on our honeymoon. I quit caring that I was pooping every 20 minutes in our Honeymoon Suite right in front of my new forever man. I quit caring that I was a mess. I flopped over onto the bed falling face first into the pillows, and I hear my husband of less than 72 hour’s voice whisper to me….”Honey, you have some poop on your butt.”
And I thought I couldn’t feel worse. I didn’t care though. I couldn’t move. I just wanted to die of pain and now, of embarrassment. I was just lying there – hot, sweaty, stinky, naked – with poop on my sun-kissed butt.
Without saying another word, my brand new mate for life went into the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper, sat next to me on the bed, and——-wiped my butt. Yes, he wiped my butt. Now that’s love!
This moment will forever be known as our “Welcome to Marriage Moment!”
I was mortified, but at the same time, I was given a gift. A gift to see that my husband was going to be there for me no matter what. That he was going to be someone I could laugh with, have romantic dinners with, walk on the beach with, and enjoy the good times with, but he was also going to be someone who would stay by my side when I was at my worst. And that’s what matters most in life and in marriage.
We still laugh together, even after almost 17 years of marriage, as we reflect on Day 3 of our honeymoon. We recognize how much Day 3 prepared us (especially for my husband) for what was to come. He has seen me even more vulnerable, at my most disgusting, at my very, very, very worst. He has been there for the birth via C-Section of our three children. He has been there for countless stomach bugs, flu bugs, cold bugs, and even depression bugs.
He’s been there–by my side–through it all.
It hasn’t been easy. We’ve even been near divorce, but I’m so thankful that we both have been able to move forward, press on, and persevere through some really rough times, tough conversations, and painful moments. We have both grown and allowed God to shape us into the individuals and into the couple that we are today. Through our struggles, we’ve gained strength, wisdom, trust, and confidence in ourselves and in each other. Our marriage gets stronger with every year…with every day.
Even now, on Day 6,052 of our marriage, the honeymoon is well over, but we continue to celebrate those moments throughout our lives that have brought us closer together – more committed to one another – forever. Best friends by each other’s side no matter what comes our way – poopy butts and all!
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I lean my head in through the window of his van. The first thing I notice is the funny smell. Like cigarettes. And maybe body odor. The second? His tired, wrinkle-lined eyes. They’re dull, lethargic even. My daughter scrunches up her nose. I give her that look and try to hide my own misgivings. But Compassion climbs in the car with me. And as the taxi driver guides the car toward our destination, I ask him about his story. Turns out he’s been driving all night. Till 5:30 this morning. Taking people home who were too drunk to drive themselves....
I was the girl. I was the girl who’d do anything to get high as a teenager. I was the girl who craved love and just wanted to be wanted. I was the girl who wasn’t afraid of anything. I was the girl who stopped believing there was a God. I was the girl who said I would never go back to church. I was the girl who was certain none of it was real anyway because I was wasting my time going places like that. I was the girl who let the heartache and disappointment of this old world...
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