Saying Too Much

As erotica writers it is incumbent upon us to present ourselves and our work with the highest professional quality – as I relearned by crossing the line last weekend.

As a person who gains such gratification in writing it may (or may not) come as some surprise for you to know that I can be a man of few words. No, that effortless charm that may come from knowing precisely what to say and when to say it is not one that comes to me with any consistency. For most part I am more minded to keep schtum – observing, listening, trying to maintain good eye contact – until I have something I think is of genuine worth to say. In the absence of any gift of the gab this can take some time, but this is a facet of my personality with which I have grown more and more confident over time. Smiles and laughter of genuine warmth or careful flirtation, thoughtful eyes and paying attention are the skills I’ve learned to develop by way of compensation. Yet I am, as much as any one, fallible and on occasions prone to over exuberant bursts of verbal hubris.

Eroticon meet & greet

There’s barely more than a week until Eroticon 2012, the first conference to be held in the UK for erotica writers and sex bloggers, and the excitement is building to a fever pitch in the erotic blogosphere and twitter timelines.  This is bound to be one hot gathering of creative talent!

So now really is the perfect time for delegates at this ground-breaking event to wave and give “hello there”.  Also, if you want to attend and be a part Eroticon yourself then click on the ‘register now’ icon to the right.

So, here’s my ‘meet and greet’ bit.

No Love Protection

Firstly an apology, it’s been a while since I have updated this blog and high time I started tending to it more regularly. Thank you to everyone who has been reading & commenting on my stories, poems & viewing my Sinful Sunday photos in my absence.

For today’s piece of new writing I’ve been working over a theme which has occupied my thoughts a great deal over the past month: protection from love. More specifically the way our past experiences of heartbreak can lead us to shy away from readily allowing ourselves to love again, to protect ourselves from the chance of similar pain. When desire takes hold of us and starts to form feelings of such power they can wrest control from us, do we push them away to save ourselves or do we let ourselves fall? As with most things it may depend on timing and personal circumstance. Are we ready? Is my life at a place of readiness for this? I don’t know the answer. But I hope this piece of writing sheds light on some of my experience, my point of view and my hopes. There is no erotic content in this poem so no age limit or content warning applies.

Heartfelt Ineptitude

Something different from me today as I step away from the usual erotic themes to muse on the wondrous foibles and fantastic floundering that we can be prone to. I feel fairly justified in taking this as a subject matter alongside erotica as, after all, erotic moments and sex have there founding in relationships whether they be long term partnerships or fleeting encounters. The piece I’ve written for today is in part a confessional, part exorcism as I attempt to expunge some wrangling thoughts over fumbled communication with a sometime lover. It is not erotic or graphic but does concern adult themes.

I came across a quote a couple of days ago, by the mid-twentieth century American novelist John Barth, with which I really identified:

“In art as in lovemaking, heartfelt ineptitude has its appeal and so does heartless skill, but what you want is passionate virtuosity.”

I think that statement could be extended throughout a lot of things in life beyond art & lovemaking (although they are surely the best things in life). But this short poem is not about heartless skill nor passionate virtuosity. This is my heartfelt ineptitude…

Sinful Sunday – naughty bloke in boxers

Please be aware that the material here is intended for an ADULT READERSHIP. If you are under 18 or are offended by explicit sexual material then you can leave this page.

Still here? Glad to hear it! For today’s post I’ve decided to have a go a contributing to Sinful Sunday – a deliciously naughty bit of fun brought to the world each week by the devilishly delectable Molly of Molly’s Daily Kiss. The name of the game is to have a go at creating some erotic or sensual photography.

So without any further a-do: here’s a cheeky pic of some bloke in his boxers!

Welcome to Jonathan Vajé Erotica

Welcome, one and all, to my erotic blog.

This is the place where I am unleashing the rude, lewd and downright lustful side to my imagination in the hope that people such as yourselves will find some pleasure and excitement in the words I write here.

I believe strongly in the power of the imagination to enhance the pleasure of sexual experience. The mind can be a potent erogenous zone for both men and women, when we feel really turned on in our heads our experience can move far beyond just stimulation of our sex organs, for some people it’s essential. The things I write are the product of my own imagination but are informed by both my desires and sexual the desires expressed to me by others, recounted in tales with their permission.

Learning about and expressing what we desire, openly with the partners we have, is a part of healthy adult relationships. Passion and lust are part of what draws us together as people to form those relationships and the healthy expression of those feelings can help us keep going and what’s more it’s fun.

So before I start attributing far too many lofty ideals to my smutty little stories, I’ll just get on with it…

Fun, frolics & throbbing loins 😉