Girls Gone Wild February 2009

06 ONE NIGHT STANDS
A Wild Girl's Account of Loving 'Em and Leaving Before Breakfast
10 RODE HARD AND PUT UP WET
The Best Male Sex Toys
12 GGW GOES GREEN
Behind The Scenes At A GGW Video Shoot
14 SLEEPING WITH KELLI
Kelli Stoner Gets You High
20 MY ORGASMS
One Girl's Greatest Hits And New Releases
22 THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARIELLE
30 THREE WAYS OF LOOKING AT A THREESOME
An Intimate He Said/She Said/She Said Account
34 MANSCAPING
How To Get Yourself In Fighting Trim
36 MY CHEATING HEART
The Story Of An Unrepentant Scoundrel

EDITORIAL NOTE
I was in New York last week for a pretty sweet honor. Girls Gone Wild Magazine was named "One of the Hottest Launches of the Year" by the Media Industry Newsletter, a trade publication that takes magazines and the magazine business a whole lot more seriously than we do. I was invited to attend a swanky awards breakfast at the Park Hyatt in Manhattan, where I found a vast ballroom full of sharp-looking male and female executive types in nicely tailored suits. The magazine industry is largely centered in New York and most of these people seemed to know each other. I knew none of them, and felt like a party crasher as I loaded up a plate with bacon and croissants bumped my way through the room looking for an empty seat. I found a place at a table near the back where I sat down, opened my napkin and smiled at my neighbor through mouthfuls of breakfast. She was an icy-looking blonde whose nametag listed her as editor of one of the upscale gourmet magazines. She took a glance at my own "Girls Gone Wild" nametag and looked away, never to make eye contact again.
The centerpiece for each table was a cute stack of small gift boxes tied together with a bow. While listening to various awards being handed out and dry speeches being made from the stage, my mind wandered to this centerpiece. I wondered aloud whether the boxes contained anything or were purely decorative. My tablemates ignored my question and the blonde woman shifted away from me with an audible sigh of annoyance. I shrugged, untied the bow and opened the top box. It contained two chocolate truffles. "Candy!" I said, and helped myself to one. The second box contained mint cookies. The third, some fancy caramel corn, and so on. I sampled my way through the boxes, gobbling happily, leaving a pile of wrappings and tissue paper on the table. Suddenly, I heard the name of our magazine booming over the loudspeakers. There were murmurs through the ballroom; "What? Girls Gone Wild? Are they serious?" I swallowed one more truffle, washed it down with the rest of my coffee and made my way to the stage to collect our award. Jet-lagged and a bit hung over, I smiled and made a few remarks. I don't remember what I said, but I did get some laughs. Our magazine was selected from a field of over 600 new titles, so this award is actually pretty impressive, and I am very proud to receive it. I accepted many congratulatory handshakes as I left the stage. Back at my own table, the blonde pretended to be absorbed in the correct sugaring of her cappuccino. At the end of the ceremony the emcee announced that someone at each table would win a surprise gift. The winner's placemat contained a gold sticker underneath. The blonde turned her placemat over and yelped with delight. She won! The prize? The centerpiece — which had been torn apart and lay in rubble before my plate. I sheepishly pushed the boxes and wrappers across the table at her. She didn't look at me. "No thanks, you keep it;' she said. People in this industry are so nice! At the end of the day, I went home with lots of candy, a sweet award and a determination to work even harder to make this the best magazine you ever saw.