To get things rolling a la Via Roma, I took a call from Rome from il Papa del Giorno di Eros, the Pope of Eros Day, Lasse Braun, then welcomed the Great Goddess Aphrodite, Venus to the Romans, embodied with divine passion by Squirt Salon Star Annie Body. I hadn’t seen Annie since our Spring Showers show, and it was heavenly to embrace the Divine Goddess of Love, Eros’ ultra-hot mama. Then Eros Himself, played by the dashing and fittingly lustful Brad Baldwin, flew into bed wearing nothing but a pair of white wings, carrying His classic bow and potent arrows. Eros ‘06 is a hot and horny young God, and soon His planetoid-sized cock was rock-hard and ready to penetrate hearts, souls, mouths, vaginas and buttholes all over the Speakeasy. Hot Mama Venus engulfed it with Her all-consuming mouth, and Eros returned the pleasure with a smoking 69.

Flying into Eros Day ’06 from the Windy City with black wings, a divine form and a dazzling smile, Shay Lynn, embodying Isis the Egyptian Goddess of Love, entered our Temple of Eros with Kid Cock as the great God Osirus. They stripped down to classical nude and made acrobatic love; Shay is quite the sexual gymnast.

The Pantheon expanded as Ms. Crystal, playing Diana/Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon, and Ms. Genevieve as Persephone/Proserpina, Goddess of the Underworld, made their way to my now rock-n-rolling Show Bed, followed by Dick Chibbles playing the winged Messenger Clown-God Mercury/Hermes, and Eric from the OC as Jupiter/Zeus.. Everybody ate Chinese Aphrodisiacs (Persephone’s favorite) and drank Agavero, as the DJ’s (Thomas Lann as Dionysus, Colonel Clique as Apollo and Ali Bombay and Juicy Jay as themselves) played on. Then all Heavenly Hell broke loose as the Porn Klown Posse led by freekBALL, Smooshie and a horny horned Pan tumbled into both beds, blowing their horns and each other with lustful colorful abandon.

Into this burgeoning Circus of Sex stepped divinely stacked AVN Hall of Famer and Adult Industry News columnist Lynn LeMay who graciously unleashed her world-famous tatas and, in the Spirit of the Holiday, titty-fucked our Eros’s pulsating planetoid until any average human male would have shot his stars all over her chest. But Eros was a long-distance lover and had many more souls in which to stick his potent arrow. Lynn went on to get her fabulous body painted by Master Body Painter Michael Spezialy. Michael played a sort of reverse-Pygmalion for Eros Day, turning living women into works of art with his brush strokes glowing like heavenly bodies in the black light.

Our tribal drummers, JT, Alan, and Shazam, took the energy up a notch, and the crowd whirled into dancing and serious romancing, as the Eros Day Circus of Sex broke out into rings upon rings of pleasure, passion, rhythm and performance art. On the main stage, in front of the Zorthian painting, tantric gymnasts played on the Bonk’er hovering over a third bed as swingers swung on the Love Rocker, and Kat bellydanced with her giant boa like an exotic tribal Eros Temple Dancer on the small stage in the Womb Room by the Eban Lehrer Vulva Paintings, Sayko sculptures and Alex Saglimbeni photos.

Then Wicked Temptations‘ Lori Pleasure used her striking 36Gs and long red fingernails to seduce our Russ, sucking and screwing him into a spectacular shooting star orgasm surrounded by the erotic art of Zorthian, Lanning Gold, Brian Viveros and Brad Miller. In the Story of Eros and Psyche, Pleasure (Voluptas in Greek) is their daughter, and Lorie Pleasure certainly lived up to her Goddess namesake for Russ – and Eros too! Amber Mercedes, cool and flirty in Gene’s Butterfly Wings, undulated angelically through the crowd of horny Pans and nymphs, as Persephone dragged the lovely Hollie Wood down to her Underworld teasing her into a frenzy with her Doc Johnson Pocket Rocket (part of our cool Gift Bags that also included a DVD of the Original Eros Day with Lasse Braun and Teri Weigel). Speaking of toys, Jennifer Ramsey gave me the perfect Eros Day gift: two exquistely crafted G-spot stimulator NJoy Double Ender Stainless Steel Dildos which both my friends Dr. Betty Dodson and Deborah Sundahl would love. Eros Day even had a high fertility moment when Lisa, wife of DJ Dionysus Thomas Lann, unveiled her round-as-a-globe, eight-month’s pregnant belly, soon to give birth…to a New Eros?

More Gods and Goddesses – Chris as Thanatos (Death), Kate as Demeter/Ceres, Goddess of the Harvest, an exquisitely body-painted Suzette, Michael C. Gross, Nymph Mindy and Nancy from Vietnam, Brother Dave preaching pleasure to the Faithful, Michael Blum (Yale ’95) and Ines (tied up by Bondage Master Dave) – and assorted dancers, floggers, spankers, swingers and masked celebrities played in the piano room, at the bar, in the Zen room, in Canaan‘s office and in the corners of the gallery as the music of Apollo and Dionysus flowed like the fine wines of paganism. I wove through the Circus with Eros, enjoying his ardent attentions while trying to fulfill my duties as hostess (if you want to see exactly what sorts of ardent attentions Eros was paying me, well, you’ll just have to watch the footage). Then I stepped into the 7th Ring of the Circus, got naked and body-painted and danced to the drums as Eros rubbed his potent planetoid against my various pleasure points. Kim, our Psyche, got her boobs painted. Then Aphrodite Annie joined us onstage and squirted up a storm for the faithful. Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, it was a Squirting Circus of Eros! Everyone within five feet of the Goddess was baptized in Her Holy Water. Nectar of Aphrodite. Amen and Awomen.

Now Eros’ planetoid entered Venus’ galaxy, and the winged God and the Love Goddess made love on the stage, slippery with Her juices. I ushered them back into the more comfortable Womb Room where they continued to make love like bonobos. Gene, elegantly costumed as a Unicorn Pan, served us a big decadent batch of strawberry shortcake and whipped cream, and I fed a hungry horny Venus with my fingertips as Eros continued to penetrate her with his planetoid. Our Eros proved himself quite the tireless immortal, giving it good, in multiple positions, to our own darling Angel of Eros in snow white wings, Lydia Teez, photographer, nurse and expert cock handler, as she rode Eros’ bucking bronco through the 12th Ring of the Eros Day Circus of Sex. Eros decided to give His hostess Final Honors, showering His glorious hot Milk and Honey all over my blessed ass. I’m not sure what or who came next (you’ll have to watch the footage). But I remember slurping up the most luscious fresh oysters I’ve ever had in America (part of our world-class Aphrodisiac Buffet that also included chocolate truffles and Bellybuttons of Venus, courtesy of Julie the Aphrodisiac Nymph).

Then, I showered off the bodypaint with H. (my Eros), and we got into bed and fucked each other silly, both of us having inter-gallactic squirting orgasms, mine soaking the bed (we forgot to put down towels), inspired by Eros and the whole Circus of Sex in His Name. And now – ooooh – I’m aching like I’ve been hit by a planetoid. But the looks of pure joy, lust, liberty, divinity, ecstasy, exhilaration and exaltation on all the faces around the Speakeasy are still etched in the Eros dust of my mind.

But this is just my point of view of a Multiple-Ring Erotic Circus. I’m sure there were many other rings that I missed. If you were here, post your experience of our 2006 Eros Day Circus of Sex, and I’ll give you a free pass to watch it online.