Skeeter Kerkove lives up to the stereotype of a dirty pornographer: exploiting his better half (the talented one, Brigitte) and never missing the chance to cop a feel from his femme talent while directing a gonzo video.
This Sin City feature, released by its Mayhem label, is deliberately misleading in its title as there are no love stories, or stories per se. It's wall-to-wall IR sex, spelled with a hyphen on the DVD cover, and as one word on screen.
I liked seeing the Brit Porn icon Ashley Long on one of her Chatsworth visits, humping a couple of BBCs, while the other ladies are fairly unimpressive. Unifying theme is stupid: each actress is shown smoking a cigarette, a porn fetish of zero merit.
