Once More Unto The Crack, Dear Friends: John Leslie's "Crack Her Jack 9"

For those of you graduating or celebrating Father's Day this weekend—and anyone else not in the know—we'd like to give you the gift of reintroducing you to renowned porn director John Leslie. We like to think of him as sort of the Roman Polanski of smut, minus the quaaludes, statutory rape charges, and exile to France: his oeuvre mainly consists of mordant, occasionally nihilistic psychological thrillers about lonely young women and their search for companionship. And ass fucking. More »