Between the Sheets

I’m a sucker for a sexy movie. Porn can be downright delightful, but when it comes down to it, I personally much prefer a well-done sex scene from a mainstream movie. You’re in a dark theatre with dozens of other people, knowing that a good percentage the other views are as aroused as you…now that’s steamy.

Some movies do sex scenes really well. Others do them really poorly. Personally, I prefer the sex scenes that are true to life without being too true to life. I want to see some great sex, but I don’t want any of the awkwardness that often comes with sex in real life. I just want to see a good romp.

So here, in no particular order, are my favorite sex scenes of all time. Feel free to leave a comment to add to the list. Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here? Pass the popcorn.

Taking Lives (my fave…I love Angelina Jolie)

Swimfan

Titanic

Brokeback Mountain

The Black Dahlia

Unfaithful

Basic Instinct

You faves?

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

She must have forgotten to close her drapes. Earlier, I noticed her cheeky bright sports car streak into the driveway, coming to a screaming halt. Her cherry red heels clacked quickly up the cobbled walk, and I saw her, through the window, kick them off and throw her keys on the nightstand. A sleek black dress hung on the back of the door, which I assumed she planned to wear to whatever tonight’s event may be. My neighbor always had plans for the evening.

She quickly unzipped the flowing summer dress and pulled it over head. Her tanned skin stood out against her low-cut cream colored bra and perfectly matched panties. Rushed as she was, she took a moment to softly stoke lotion over her smooth legs. She rested her foot on the edge of her bed and stooped to rub in the lotion, which highlighted her long, lean legs and almost caused her breasts to spill over the cups of her bra.

The bedroom door opened, and her husband walked into the bedroom, dripping and wearing just a towel. She spoke to him with a smile, and he laughed, reaching up to unhook the black dress’ hang from the door, which caused the towel to slip a bit lower, revealing chiseled lines where his legs met his torso. He helped her slip the dress over her head and zipped it from the back, stopping for a moment to kiss her neck slowly, brushing the stubble from his chin against her. She turned and longingly kissed him before rushing out the door again.

She would be back. She always came back. And until then, he was alone in his towel and the curtains were still open. Again.

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

voyeurism, erotic, erotica, fiction

As the seasons change, we lose those writers dear to us, and this site has seen its fair share of comings and goings. Hopefully, it will be all coming from this point on.

My name is Aurora, and you can call me Rori. I’m the newest writer here at Between the Sheets, and I hope I can live up to the wonderful foundation laid by those who came before me. Don’t worry–you can still read all of their posts by going here.

As for me…well you’ll just have to stop in every day to learn about my plans for this site. Come on in and settle down. My bedroom door is always open for you.