Ironically, I adore the taste of vanilla. I must confess, though, that I don’t really like the term as it’s applied to sexuality. To me, it suggests that those who aren’t kinky are engaging in ‘plain’ or ‘run-of-the-mill’ sex – and that, in my opinion, is just wrong.

Sex is fundamentally about pleasure and, whatever your ‘flavour’, if the sex you’re having leaves you happy, fulfilled and satisfied, it should never ever be considered boring. Continue reading


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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Bloggers, please
I Touch Myself
Stunt Porn / People Porn

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Is sex unsexy? A ‘His & Hers’ post
Van Gogh, an erotic author and a selfie…


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His Desires

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Sexy bargains from around the Interweb.

*Please note: at the time of posting, the eBooks listed below were free, however you should definitely check that’s still the case before you go wild with the ‘Buy Now With One Click’ button.


Coco de Mer – Oh, Pants!

There is a seriously good sale on at Coco de Mer, my lovelies – up to 70% off certain styles.  If you’re a pants-slash-lingerie fan (as I am) and you’re of the opinion that less is more – particularly around the ‘cheek’ area – you need to run over to their site ASAP. Personal favourites? The hot (HOT) pink Aveta Ouvert for £21.00 and the Lascivious Bang Hook and Eye suspender belt for a mere £33.00. (I know suspenders aren’t technically ‘knickers’ but this get-up is seriously, seriously sexy, more of a playsuit, and it shows a whole lot of flesh.)

Click here for the Coco de Mer sale page.


A ‘Muscle Purse’?

Vagina MundeTitle: Vagina Mundi
Author: Wol-vriey

I have no idea what this is actually about, even after reading the blurb below, but it sounds very wacky and original. And it’s free, free, free so what’ve you got to lose?

“Rachel Risk is a professional thief with super-strong hair that can stretch like tentacles to manipulate objects.

Ashley Status has both a digitally augmented brain, and ‘muscle-purses’ in her arms and legs in which she stores inflatable objects—cars, guns, rocket launchers, etc .

When Raye is framed as the fall girl in a jewel robbery, the pair flee Chicago’s vengeful robot gangsters and take refuge in the Hotel Bizarre, where the gorgeous ‘vagina singer,’ Femina, is performing for a week.

But the Hotel Bizarre is even stranger than its name suggests, and very soon Raye and Ash are involved in an deadly adventure, a struggle for survival the likes of which they’d never imagined possible—with loads of deviant sex, drugs, music, and violence at every turn.

And just what is the old woman in the skin desert really doing with all those cats glued to her walls?

Vagina Mundi—a Bizarro Hymn in praise of WOMAN!”

  • To download from Amazon.com click here.
  • To download from Amazon.co.uk click here.


Capture Fantasy Alert

The Highlander's PrizeTitle: The Highlander’s Prize
Author: Mary Wine

This one I’m posting largely because I know there are a few of you out there on an Outlander jag. If you’ve no idea what I’m talking about and have not yet seen the trailer for the new Starz series based on Diana Gabaldon’s popular book series, may I direct your attention to the clip below. In episode one, I can confirm that there’s a hot, rough Scotsman in a kilt who threatens to throw a woman over his shoulder if she doesn’t come willingly. Enough said.


Sent to Scotland to be the king’s mistress and produce an heir, Clarrisa of York has never needed a miracle more. But the brusque Highland laird who kidnaps her is a bit too rough to be considered divine intervention.


With rival lairds determined to steal Clarrisa from him and royal henchmen searching for her all over the Highlands, Laird Broen MacNicols has a mess on his hands. Worse yet, there’s a magnetic attraction between them, although he’s betrothed to another. But even an independent–minded lady like Clarrisa knows that a Highlander always claims his prize…”

  • To download The Highlander’s Prize from Amazon.com, click here.
  • To download The Highlander’s Prize from Amazon.co.uk, click here.


Have an amazing weekend, all.

Jane x


I’ve been editing like crazy these past two weeks. Engaging in a veritable red pen/tracked-changes orgy in an effort to streamline and generally improve 60,000 words of smut. Culling unnecessary ‘frequent offenders’ (begone, evil ‘that’!) and chopping the heads off erotic clichés. But holy moly. Do you know how many of the latter there are out there? So many sexual metaphor bear traps, people. So many! And as I identified various offending turns of phrase (both in my work and while researching the work of others) I got to thinking about what some of these would look like when taken, er, literally …


‘Exploding’ Cock

A condition that commonly affects male protagonists at the point of orgasm, e.g. “his cock exploded”.

Exploding Cock

‘Dripping’ Pussy

I’m actually surprised there’s not an emergency call-out service for this one. The potential for turned-on women flooding houses seems rather alarming. Continue reading


This month’s Sinful Sunday challenge was ‘silhouette’ and, man, was it a tricky one.

First I tried silhouetting myself against the porch light. Then against the garage sensor light. Then against the bathroom light. Then against one of M’s DIY painting spots. In the end, though, it came down to a cheap IKEA lamp and practically sticking my boob and the clover clamp on top of the bulb.

Clover Silhouette

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G-Spoon - LargeAs you may know, I am a big fan of dildos – glass ones in particular. They’re body-safe, easy to clean, look lovely and have a firmness to them that’s hard to beat. It goes without saying, too, that they don’t need to be re-charged or re-batteried at inopportune moments. However, up until a few months ago, I’d always opted for glass dildos constructed of borosilicate (Pyrex), due to the material’s well-publicised ability to withstand extremes of heat or, more technically, ‘thermal shock’.

Enter the awesomely-named Fucking Sculptures (whose taglines are some of the best I’ve ever come across (pun intended): “As unique as you are. Hand-sculpted, fine fucking art” and “Where sex meets art, then fucks itself”) and their stunning soda-lime glass creations. Continue reading


The Golden Whore

This picture was taken in one of the remotest regions in New Zealand – as in “next stop: Antarctica”. No roads, no settlements, no nothing for miles. Just thick bush, the Southern Ocean, and the slowly deteriorating relics of the region’s gold-mining boom, which took place in the late 1800s.

I had to take off from the guys I was working with under the guise of a loo break to get this shot (longest wee in history) and I’m really hoping that it qualifies for Curvaceous Dee’s Scavenger Hunt meme as well as Sinful Sunday but I’m not sure I’m quite exposed enough for the former. In defence of the bra and waterproof trousers I’m wearing, the sandflies were the size of jumbo jets, relentless in their pursuit of flesh, and I had to struggle out of three layers of thermals to get my top half even that exposed. Oh, and my boots and feet were absolutely coated in mud as we’d just waded through some bogs. Continue reading


I was really unwell the other week with food poisoning (bad chicken) and, as you do when you’re feeling like total rubbish, I lay on the sofa like a sack of potatoes, cocooned myself in a blanket and watched back-to-back movies on Netflix. After a nostalgic viewing of The Breakfast Club (whatever happened to Judd Nelson?) and a failed attempt to sit through Drinking Buddies (don’t judge me, I was poorly), my eye was caught by a digital poster for a film titled Adore: four people lying side-by-side on a swimming pontoon adrift in a bright blue ocean.

A quick look at the film’s information listing revealed an intriguing synopsis:


In this seaside drama adapted from a novella by Nobel Prize winner Doris Lessing, two lifelong friends who fall in love with each other’s teenage sons must carry out their affairs in relative secrecy.


The trailer (above) was just as compelling.

I plumped up the pillows on the sofa and settled down to watch.

I am an absolute sucker for beautiful cinematography and on that score alone, I think I would have been inclined would have given Adore a thumbs up, however, I was gratified to find that I hadn’t selected a brainless, gratuitous sex drama. In addition to the film’s visual appeal, the actors were believable in their roles, Robin Wright in particular (although I’m not entirely sure Naomi Watts looked quite old enough to be the mother of a teenage boy), and the unconventional story utterly riveting.

But – and this is a big BUT – I was left feeling incredibly, incredibly confused and uncomfortable by my emotional reaction to it. Without giving away the ending, I found myself, rightly or wrongly, really hoping that one of the romances that developed over the course of the film would survive. Continue reading