Elvis = Sex

"I don’t like to be called Elvis the Pelvis.

I mean, it’s one of the most childish expressions I’ve ever heard coming from an adult. Elvis the pelvis.

My pelvis has nothing to do with what I do. I get a kind of rhythm with the music. I jump around to it because I enjoy what I’m doing.

I’m not trying to be vulgar.

I’m not trying to sell any sex.

I’m not trying to look vulgar and nasty." -- Elvis Presley in the 50's.

He was called Elvis the Pelvis for a reason.

Like his female counterpoint Marilyn Monroe, Elvis remains immortal as a sex god.

Since his death, the number of "Kiss and Tell" books have multiplied and we now have a pretty good idea of the reality of Elvis and sex. We even know stuff about his penis (uncircumcised!).

This is Elvis's step-brother Rick Stanley on Elvis's sex life in a 1989 magazine story:

My first trip was Washington, D.C. We were sitting on the plane, he's on the aisle, and I'm right beside him. Elvis just looked at me and goes, "I'm the teacher," with that big grin on his face. "I'm going to teach you everything you need to know, and by the way, what you see and hear on the road, you don't say nothing about at home, okay?"
We got to the hotel, and we were there five minutes, and all these girls were there. All these guys have got these girls waiting! None of the wives were ever allowed to go on the road with us, and that was one of the reasons why. Elvis looks at me and says, "There are two girls that I've dated that are going to be here, Joyce and Janice." He's a married man, and he's got not only one girl, he's got two girls!
Girls were always available. Always. It was just a matter of picking which ones he wanted. And he wanted one every night. He had to have somebody in bed with him. I don't think sex was even involved lots of the time. He hated to be alone. If there wasn't a girl there, I'd sometimes sleep at the foot of the bed.
When Elvis wanted a girl, someone would go find him one. We called it trolling. Elvis would look around and say, "It's time to go trolling," and we knew what that meant. Somebody had to go downstairs and select four or five girls for him to look over. I introduced him to a lot of girls, and members of the entourage introduced him to some. It was usually me, because I knew his taste -- tall, clean girls.
In one of the Vegas hotels they'd gather together in a lounge area and sit around on sofas and wait. When Elvis wanted somebody to go trolling, I'd go down and look them over and pick out four or five. I just told them that Elvis wanted to meet them and asked if they'd like to come up to his suite. It was all pretty cool, but everybody knew what was up.
There was a whole routine. While I was gone, Elvis would get out stuff to talk to them about. He carried books on astrology and numerology and that kind of thing with him so he could make conversation with the girls. Anyway, I'd take them up, and there he'd be. All smiles and very gracious. Elvis would make women feel wonderful. They'd sit around in the suite for a while, and Elvis would look them over while he talked to them. Then he'd let me know which one he wanted to stay. When the visit wore down, I'd escort the others to the door, and the one that was chosen would stay behind.
Then I'd instruct her, tell her what Elvis liked and didn't like. I'd tell her that if things worked out in a way she decided she wanted to stay the night -- and I knew they'd already decided, or they wouldn't be there -- that there might be some things she would want to know. I told them Elvis always liked to eat in bed, so I'd set a sort of table on the bed. I'd tell them Elvis always ate and slept in pajamas and that I'd left some of his pajama tops in the bathroom, just for them. And I'd tell them Elvis insisted everybody around him be very clean, so they might want to take a shower before they put on the pajamas.
I told them they could order anything they wanted to eat, but Elvis hated the smell of fish, so get whatever they wanted, but stay away from fish. I told them they should brush their teeth after they ate, that Elvis always did that, and that I put a new toothbrush in the bathroom for them. I'd always take a big batch of toothbrushes on the road with us, a big, double handful. I told them Elvis loved to have his back and shoulders rubbed. That was about it. I'd serve them, then I'd leave.
Priscilla would fly into Vegas on weekends. They would stay in the four- bedroom presidential suite on the 30th floor of their hotel. I'd have to take Priscilla's dresses out of the suite when she was away and write down where each dress was hung and its color because she wanted them kept in a certain order. I'd move them back when she was about to come in.

Priscilla knew what was going on, but she couldn't prove it, and so she had to ignore it. But if she came back the next week and those dresses were messed up, ooh, wow! It was bad!


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