Hugh Hefner- Do you think he REALLY has sex with all those young blondes?

I was watching that show Girls Next Door or whatever its called and I’m convinced, without any proof of course, that HH does NOT have sex with any of those women. My gut tells me that they are paid to say they have (great) sex with him in order for him to uphold his playboy image. I bet they sign a confidentiality agreement that bars them from ever revealing that they have never even seen him naked. There’s no way that 20-24 year old sexy blondes are going to have a genuine attraction to the feller.

Bottom line: there’s no sex going on in that house that involves HH. It’s all just a show.

What do you think?

(FTR I’m sure at some point in his not so distant past he WAS having plenty of sex with Playboy models but at his current age I don’t believe it)

Hefner absolutely was nailing them like a carpenter on crack for quite a long while.

To be honest I’d be surprised if he isn’t still giving at least some of the young hotties the ol’ publisher’s sweepstakes, ifyaknowhatImean. I am sure he’s not hittin’ em five or six a day like he used to, but I’d bet goold money he’s getting what he can. Viagra and such drugs allow older men to overcome erectile dysfunction, and Hefner’s in good shape for a guy his age.

Living like that is Hefner’s thing. It’s the way he wanted to live his life; he likes having a lot of sex with a lot of different ladies, and hey, that’s fine with me. It would be quite out of character for him NOT to at least have one or two honeys on the go with the assistance of pharmaceuticals.

At his age, not without popsicle sticks and duct tape. When he was younger, sure, but not now.

What are you basing that on? What makes you so certain?

Everytime I see him on TV he talks about Viagra as if it saved his life. Maybe it did.

He’s doing some of those blondes, but it’s sad to see him now. He’s a cultural icon. Someone who in his prime was a very forward and progressive thinker.

Now he’s seem like a caricature.

From Wikipedia:

“After his first marriage, Hefner became the world’s most famous and envied womanizer. He has said that during some years, he was “‘involved’ with maybe eleven out of twelve months worth of Playmates.”[2] Hefner has had sustained relationships with Donna Michelle, Marilyn Cole, Lillian Muller, Patti McGuire, Terri Welles, Shannon Tweed, and Brande Roderick, all of whom were chosen “Playmate of the Year”. Other noteworthy attachments include Barbi Benton, Karen Christy, ex-Sunday school teacher Sondra Theodore, and actress Carrie Leigh, who filed a $35 million palimony suit against him. Benton remains a fixture in Hefner’s life and a regular visitor to the Playboy Mansion, which she found for him.”

I don’t see why he would need a lot of “fake” sex-mates when he obviously has no trouble attracting the real thing. Hef has fame, money, and that certain mystique going on. There are millions of women out there that would sleep with him for some exposure, money, and a chance to see what life at the Playboy mansion is like. Even beautiful, rather well-know women can be bought. Look at Anna Nicole Smith and her former husband for example.

Three magic words: Viagra, Viagra, Viagra.

At his peak, he was dating six identical blondes, including some twins. Enviable, but if I had his resources, I swear some of the gals in that hot tub would be Asian and/or Brazilian.

I think the sameness of his centerfold Playmates did more than anything else to sour me on his otherwise fine publication. It’s just weird that the greatest libertine of the modern age would shun variety in favor of such familiarity and sameness. It puts two-time early centerfold, longtime Playboy secretary Janet Pilgrim in a whole new light.

It’s sadder to see those women up close. Egads. I saw them at a party and even the super straight guys were gagging. Like anorexic, overpainted Barbie dolls put through the wringer. At least Hef is charming.

A woman by the name of Jill Ann Spaulding has written a book that details quite vividly what goes on in Hefner’s bedroom…or at least what went on during his seven girlfriend days. It’s quite a shock and not at all what one would expect from a suave, likeable bon vivant like Hefner. There is indeed sex and lots of it – and it’s rather bizarre: gay porn on the big screen t.v.s, club music blaring loudly, each girl riding Hef for two minutes or so with Holly wiping him off in between, and anal sex with Holly as the grand finale.

She names names, and, so far as I know, no one at the mansion has attempted to refute her story.

Personally, I feel she used and mislead Hefner rather shamelessly, all the while decrying his alleged use of the girls themselves for his own selfish ends. She’s quite the hypocrite, IMHO, but her description of the events that take place at Casa Hefner seems to be accurate.

A google search will turn up her website where a copy of her book is available for free download.

Everything you always wanted to know and things that will make you never want to open an issue of Playboy ever again was in the August issue of Canada’s Macleans magazine. The main article is online, but not the sidebar in which the girlfriend tells all. Here’s the jist, so to speak.

The decline of the House of Hefner

Basically, the various girls take two-minute turns sitting on him in the cowgirl position, after which Girlfriend #1 blows him, and then he masturbates onto her body. The girls sometimes played with one another for him, but no real lesbian orgies. You didn’t have to have sex at any time: wearing panties was the signal that no sex was wanted. St. James claims she had sex maybe two or three times over two years.

St. James appears to be the same person as Jill Ann Spaulding.

Take with however many grains of salt you want.

They are different women. Spaulding never lived at the mansion, never had sex with Hefner, and was never an ‘official girlfriend’. Photos of both women are readily available on Google Image Search and on the covers of their respective books.

That Girls Next Door show really creeps me out. Watching the bleached platinum, fake boobie, Tammy Fae caked on faces chicks reminds me of a bunch of femme-bots.
And then to have that creepy Hefner with his Police Chief Wiggum laugh lurking about is just scary.

Not. Enough. Red Heads.

I can’t imagine any of those women wanting to have sex with him.

Oh but they do. They want the notoriety, the claim to fame, the “leg up” (so to speak) in the industry. They’ll fuck anyone they have to, but Hef is a feather in their cap as well.

I agree. Furthermore, I nominate myself to take his place. God knows I have the staying power for it.