Janes Erotic Blog

When I think of  making love. . . I think of airy lightness, like a dandelion plume floating carelessly in a gentle, warm breeze. Bodies feel like they’re floating above sheets, with skin like wisps of electricity, dancing with light — light from candles, light from sun, light from eyes. I think of deep, cleansing breaths & the manner in which bodies seem to become enveloped by to those rhythmic exhales, surrendering. I think of sensuality. Awareness heightened, senses honed, logic suspended. Every touch, kiss, & thrust is perpetually timeless. They go slowly, slowly, slowly against time, not dawdling but idling, lingering, savoring. There is no hurry. I think of breathless climaxes with smiles on faces, full of relief & love. Blood rushes to meet pleasure spots, warming, engorging. Making love feels like the luxurious tips of swan feathers; like innate grace with heaps of vulnerability; like goosebumps; like home. Making love smells like sandalwood;

Wandering through the London area of St. James’s Square today, past the old-boys’ clubs like Boodle’s and White’s where men hundreds of years ago went to get off, and the grim palace that Prince Charles once called home, it’s hard to imagine that in the last years of King George III’s reign carnivals of human curiosities existed side by side with these bastions of English aristocracy. But late Georgian Piccadilly — London’s most fashionable district since the Restoration — was as much a place for shows featuring “the Living Skeleton” and the 19-inch “Sicilian Fairy” as it was for members of Parliament, playwrights and self-styled gentlemen. Properly top-hatted and shawled, men and women of Britain’s upper crust gawked at, prodded and squeezed these so-called human freaks, amusing themselves with the deformities that were paraded before them. The Hottentot Venus, was a beautiful women of color then. On display she stood there naked with buttocks of enormous size and with her la

I was talking to a friend of mine over brunch when the topic of celebrity men came and sex came up. Initially we where talking about how she likes taller men typically but finds Tom Cruise sexier than hell.  Bigger is better when it comes to many things in life, like paychecks, emergency chocolate stashes, and (typically) penises. According to a poll commissioned, interestingly enough, by British big-and-tall brand High And Mighty, most women think that a guy between 6' and 6'6" is ideal where height's concerned. Plus, 70 percent of women say that a guy "wouldn't stand a chance with them" if he's under six feet tall. Harsh.  Jake Gyllenhaal (The Star of Brokeback Mountains ex girlfriend leaked this shot) My friend though pointed out though that Cher once reflected on her relationship with Tom Cruise in the early '80s, telling that the actor "was in the top five" of her best lovers ever. She added, "It was pretty hot and hea

Jacqueline Bisset was once known as the thinking man’s sex symbol. Now, as she prepares to turn 70, it seems Jacqueline has lost none of her spark.  The British actress spoke how older women are still interested in sex, even after their looks have faded, saying the problem is, men are often oblivious to their desire. Bisset, who stars as the ageing and long-suffering wife of a cheating financier in her last film Welcome To New York, also revealed how she could never sleep with someone ‘who didn’t smell right’. A man’s smell is particularly important to her when it comes to choosing a partner. ‘For me, smell is intoxicating,’ she said. It’s an animal thing and very, very dangerous. Voice is another one that pulls a woman back along with how he desires her. Bisset, once hailed by Newsweek as ‘the most beautiful film actress of all time’, has never married but had four long-term relationships and admits to having numerous experiences. She admits though that each long term rel