Robert De Niro Has A Butterfly Tattoo And Richard Gere Is A Sex Gymnast

Carole Mallory is an actress model type who was in a few movies in the 70s, but she’s mostly known for kissing famous dudes and telling everyone about it. Carole put out a book a few years ago about her 8-year-long relationship with Norman Mailer, and now she’s got a new book out about how she humped on Robert De Niro, Richard Gere and Peter Sellars back in the 70s. Carole was the premiere star fucker of the 1970s. Only the most famous and VIP of men were allowed into her coochie. There was a red velvet rope in front of it and everything. Like Studio 45! Carole Malley was the Superhead of her time.

Page Six, who published excerpts from the book, says that Carole started riding on Robert De Niro after she met him at the Chateau Marmont in 1975. They boned each other for two weeks straight and he never took his socks off:

“During lovemaking, he never stopped looking in my eyes. He had a butterfly tattoo that I later realized matched his flighty spirit. So did the fact he left his socks on. The following year he married Diahnne Abbott . . . I would have appreciated a phone call.”

Socks AND a butterfly tattoo? Robert De Niro was a 19-year-old trailer park slut circa 1997 before 19-year-old trailer park sluts circa 1997 existed! I really hope that butterfly tattoo is above his ass crack, because knowing that the Raging Bull has a tramp stamp would fulfill my life.

Carole also thought that Peter Sellars wore socks all the time too, until she realized that those weren’t black fur socks over his feet. It was his foot fur:

“I kissed him all over his hairy body. He had hair everywhere. He even had it on his back. I liked it. He reminded me of a giant panda bear.”

I think Carole just came out as a Plushie.

And finally, Carole talks about how Richard Gere worked her like she was a pommel horse and it was his final event at the Olympics:

“His gymnastic skills were apparent. He made love his way . . . He didn’t withhold. He was Valentino in the flesh. A sex symbol not to be forgotten. Not to be lumped in with all the others, but to be remembered for his uniqueness. His thoughtfulness. His caring.”

Why do I picture Richard covering his hands with chalk powder before sex times and then doing flips all around Carole and stuff? I bet Béla Károlyi was in the corner, coaching him. But seriously, Richard wasn’t doing gymnastics. The gerbil in his butt was just trying to get out, so he was squirming and doing all sorts of flips to push it back in. That’s all!