Mel B had excruciating sexual encounter with mystery famous man after she ‘picked his penis out of line-up’ on secret website
In an extract from Brutally Honest, Mel writes: 'A gay friend told me about a secret website. Erect privates were lined up against a milk or juice carton so you could gauge the size'
IN another extract from Brutally Honest, Mel tells of an excruciating sexual encounter with a celeb.
I AM extremely sexual, but for ten years I only had sex with one man.
“You need to have sex with a nice, normal guy,” said a gay friend. “To get over a man, you have to get under another one.”
Who? I didn’t want to go on a date, I didn’t want another relationship, and I couldn’t exactly go on the pull in a bar in LA.
Another gay friend told me about a secret website where famous unattached guys put up images.
I was in Soho House on a night out with a couple of girlfriends when the images came through.
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Erect privates were lined up against a milk or juice carton so you could gauge the size.
I shut my laptop. Then, obviously, opened it again. We spent the next few hours laughing and gawping. I called my friend and said: “Now what?”
“You choose one and I will make a discreet introduction,” he answered.
A few days later, I met him (young, handsome, very famous) in a hotel room. It was horribly awkward and nothing happened (it was obviously easier with a milk carton).
I tried again with another famous penis in another hotel room. Same result. Aaarghhhh.
Mortifying. I’d have had better luck in Leeds with a builder. I gave up on famous penises and had a few encounters with normal, regular guys. Way better.