The fantastical scenarios and purple-prosed "Letters" sections of men's mags are ripe for satire, and writer/director Jon Dough capitalizes on the concept with humor and heat. Five sagas of chance sexual congress are presented in wildly-exaggerated voice-overs, while their contents are acted out.

Clubgoers Shelbee Myne and Naomi end up simultaneously tonguing bouncer Dave Hardman fore-and-aft before a frenetic threeway. Hardman's day job as a gardener results in a fine leaf-blowing from horny housewife Bobbi Bliss. Factory worker Peter North hits a local pub, drowning his sorrows in a drink and his dick in Dalny Marga's ass - with a twist. Jake Steed's carnival excursion leads snake-charmer Solveig to gift him with a serpentine multi-positional. Kink-freak Katie Gold peeps on Derrick Lane instructing a collared-and-leashed Alyssa Love to bark for packaged meat; when he draws a lipstick pentagram on Love's delectable butt and begs for assistance from Satan, god can't help but join in.

Call it a sinfully stockable set of briny boxes and turgid tools.