[A week or so ago, the gang published a birthday “effort” featuring Jana Jordan. Although a bit low on the technical score — getting an incorrect Brea, and all — they did bring up an important point that made the gift heartwarming after all. The list of women that risqué did not represent, but certainly would have, happens to be a remarkably short one. Jana Jordan would certainly be on that list, however. Given Michael’s current Jana-craze, and the post from a week ago, we decided to update the story of the first time I met Jana (and Bubblegum). The words haven’t changed much, but goodness how much video on the web has evolved since the dark ages of 2007. It could make a fellow feel old, did he not spend so much time with lively twenty-somethings. … -L]

The Giver Jordan

by X. Communicated

We’re going to have to skip a lot of relevant topics today, as if we didn’t we’d never finish before we ended up with a longer article than DM, Mav, or Lon have ever dreamed of creating. Besides, new pretty girls are always fun, and there’s no sense denying that we all hang around here because we’re honest enough to admit that.

So let’s skip the part about why beautiful young women (and even several not so young and not so beautiful) want to get into the porn business. And let’s skip the part about whether or not a group of laws saying you can’t legally buy a beer, but you can have sex on film professionally (and die for your country, incidentally) make perfect sense. Those are big topics. They’re icky. [If you have no interest in anything other than the photos, then you migh want to know that you do not need to continue beyond this first page. You will miss only a darned cute picture of a small dog, which may or may not be interesting to you. You will, however, also miss the conclusion of a fascinating account of Jana Jordan and her approach to “elders” in the room. We had a client opine once that a “MILF” referred to any woman over the age of 26, though. … So there’s that.]