Hello Spankos! It’s so hot here in the UK, I’ve moved out of my house and am now camping in the paddling pool. We don’t do 30 degrees celsius over here… and have never heard of air con. Respect to those of you that have 😉 Now for some steamy hotness of another kind… Electric “I […]
Hello Wipsters! It’s Wednesday – and y’all know what that means, right? Yep, more Mark and Jenny. Are they being nice to each other yet? Hell no… The Velvet Chair ——— Jennifer ——— It was with feet of lead that I went downstairs to face the music, and when your feet were encased in high […]
Hello and welcome to another edition of Masturbation Monday! It’s that day of the week where we’re naughty with a capital ‘M’ mmmm. The Ties That Bind “So, do you want slow and easy, or fast and hard,” he asked, knowing that the question was ridiculous, because she was going to get fast and hard, […]
Hello Spankos! It’s everyone’s favourite day of the week and I’m going to celebrate this fact with… NAUGHTINESS! Am I getting predictable? Sigh. Dancing With Death Martinet gave Violetta no time to dwell on the fact. He suddenly whisked her far away from the sparkle and glare of the masked ball and thrust her into […]
A controversial and banned short film for 30 Second’s To Mars’s spectacular song “Hurricane” off their album “This Is War”. Directed by “Bartholomew Cubbins” (Jared Leto), “Hurricane” tells an obscure and still not fully understood story as the three band members struggle with temptation, their sins, and other such dark aspects. The film was shown […]
Hello Wipsters. It’s that time of the week again – yep, Mark and Jenny are here again with more crazily kinky antics. Brace yourself for naughtiness! ——– Jennifer ———— The Velvet Chair “I wouldn’t.” How did he always know what I was thinking? The man had an uncanny ability to see straight through me. “I […]
I’m so lucky to have the very talented Meredith O’Reilly over on my blog today 🙂 She’s talking about her new release which is an age play BDSM romance. If you love medical play and kink, you are going to ADORE this! Over to Meredith… Hi! Thank you for having me over on your blog […]
Hello Spankos – it’s the weekend, and it’s time for a cocktail or two… with that in mind, here’s a little alternative to your standard cocktail evening… it’s naughty, but you knew that, right? The Ties That Bind “Have you ever heard of a ‘Flaming Sambuca?” He continued to stroke her and it must […]
Some good advice here! Love her opening comments “BDSM isn’t about how sex looks on the outside, it’s about how sex feels on the inside.” Never were truer words spoken. This is what BDSM is for me. A battle of minds and a tangle of wills, mind games, power and control. Whilst I know it’s […]
The Lost Queen is Angel Lawson’s contribution to 21 SHADES OF NIGHT box set.
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About The Lost Queen
Things shift for Liam and Nadya when Liam is pulled from the plane after an emergency landing, bleeding and injured. No one, including her father, seems too concerned. Liam disappears before 911 can show up, piquing Nadya interest, so much that she follows him home. This decision ignites a dormant connection between Nadya and Liam, one that spans from this world to another.
When Liam Caldwell’s plane makes an emergency landing at Nomad Airlines, Nadya is quick on the scene to help. Her family has managed the airport for generations and Liam is one of their most important pilots.
About Angel Lawson
Angel Lawson is a USA Today Bestselling Paranormal Romance author of adult and young adult fiction. She lives with her family in Atlanta and has a lifelong obsession with creating fiction from reality, either with paint or words. On a typical day you can find her writing, reading, plotting her escape from the zombie apocalypse and trying to get the glitter out from under her nails.
She is the author of the Creature of Habit Series, The Wraith Series, Serial Summer, FanGirl, and Vigilant. She is the co-author of the New Adult Paranormal book, Odin’s Murder with Kira Gold.
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Hello Spankos! It’s so hot here in the UK, I’ve moved out of my house and am now camping in the paddling pool. We don’t do 30 degrees celsius over here… and have never heard of air con. Respect to those of you that have 😉 Now for some steamy hotness of another kind…
“I am going to break you. That’s the whole purpose of this exercise. From the moment the door inside that room closes, I am not going to be Mr Nice Guy. I am going to do everything in my power to hear you scream, and I won’t stop until I hear you beg for mercy. Do you wish to proceed on that basis?”
Today my name is Lois Reeves. I have an appointment with dominant “James Leverett” this morning, because my next assignment requires that I be a “submissive” and I have no idea what that entails. I’m about to find out… by jumping in at the deep end.
This story features medical edge and electricity play.
“I need this. I can handle the pain, so that part of the arrangement isn’t going to be a problem. The thing with me is that I need to be pushed to the absolute limit, and I need someone that won’t stop until they get there.” His lips were so close to mine that I could feel his warm breath on my mouth. The tingle it imparted feathered across my face and somehow reached my groin. I couldn’t help myself from clenching, and from his answering half-smile, I knew he’d felt it. The infernal man was nearly as observant as me, I realised, with a good degree of vexation.
The blue eyes ate me alive. They devoured every feature of my face from the roots of my hair to the small cleft in my chin. It felt like I was being examined under a high-powered microscope, and by the time he’d finished my ego was feeling decidedly uncomfortable.
Virtual Reality Sex: Coming Soon to Headsets Near You (NSFW)
By The Conversation on 13 Jul 2016 at 12:30PM
The 1992 film Lawnmower Man generated a lot of buzz at the time of its release. As a film about virtual reality (VR), you might think that it was the vivid representation of this startling new technology that grabbed people’s attention.
In fact, it was the virtual sex scene that made headlines. But while virtual reality sex was largely a fantasy back in the 1990s, it’s becoming a reality today, and it has a potentially fertile future.
Point Of View
Oscar Wilde is often quoted as having said “Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”
There’s truth in this because sex has a strong presence across many aspects of our lives. So it’s little surprise that it features in our virtual lives as well.
Some might even say that the joining of VR and sex is a dream come true; you can do almost anything you can imagine without ever leaving your living room. To paraphrase Oscar Wilde: you have the power.
As such, it is no surprise that the pornography industry is eager to embrace virtual reality.
According to Fortune Magazine, popular porn website Pornhub gets around 60 million visitors per day. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it is investing heavily in VR.
It already features a slew of immersive videos that require Google Cardboard or Oculus Rift.
The videos are pre-recorded, as with conventional porn, but they are shot with a 180- or 360-degree camera. Using a VR headset, the viewer is then immersed in the scene, often with a central point of view.
Spectator porn is also transitioning to include an interactive element. This is where, instead of a static camera, the viewer will have something like a virtual camera that brings things right into the room in real time.
Another growing area is in simulation sex and dating sites.
In these, you can choose to be represented by any number of avatars: male, female, human and nonhuman. You can then interact with other avatars, and engage in a wide range of sexual activities at the click of a mouse button.
This type of site is likely to appeal to those who seek anonymous no strings attached casual sex. Or those who enjoy situating their fantasy within a genuinely fantastic world.
And for those wanting virtual interactive sex with their current partner, the industry is also aiming to satisfy. There is a plethora of interactive sex toys, for both men and women, which simply plug into the USB port of your computer.
These devices can be controlled by you or your partner, enabling you to enjoy a level of intimacy irrespective of physical location. I imagine this will particularly appeal to couples separated by continents.
Obviously, the porn industry will also capitalise on these sensory devices.
One can even combine the virtual with the physical and invest in a robotic sex doll. These are a far cry from the caricature blow-up dolls much loved by stag and hen parties. Nowadays, you can obtain a full synthetic lifelike model with all the appropriate equipment. Some also include animatronic articulation.
In time, it may be possible for the actions of these robots to be remotely controlled, thus adding another dimension to virtual sex.
Some may see the development of VR sex diminishing human relations. But there may be advantages to virtual intimacy. For those who are disadvantaged in some way and can’t even leave the house, for instance, or who find it hard to relate to other people intimately, this could be a boon.
This may be particularly important given the skewed gender ratios in some countries, which may leavemillions of men unable to find a (human) mate.
Or you could think of VR simply adding a new immersive element to existing virtual text, phone, and webcam sex, all of which are nothing new.
This article was originally published on The Conversation. Read the original article.
Hello Wipsters! It’s Wednesday – and y’all know what that means, right? Yep, more Mark and Jenny. Are they being nice to each other yet? Hell no…
The Velvet Chair
——— Jennifer ———
It was with feet of lead that I went downstairs to face the music, and when your feet were encased in high heels, that was a doubly hard burden to bare. Upon entering the lounge, I found Mark relaxing in a suede lounge chair, busy reading The Telegraph. I stood frozen to the spot at the door and for an insane moment, wondered if I should knock.
“Get on your knees.”
It appeared knocking would not be necessary. My heels must have been louder than I thought. Sinking to the floor, I felt blood roar to my ears as I awaited further instruction.
“Crawl towards me.”
Damn the man. He didn’t look up at me or acknowledge me in any way. It was almost as if I were invisible, for the pages of the newspaper kept turning, and his gaze never wavered from the print.
Getting to my knees, I began slowly crawling forwards. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant experience on the hardwood floor, and even though I took my time, all too soon I was inches away from Mark’s feet.
“Sit back on your knees and rest your head upon the floor, between your arms.”
That move didn’t sound particularly exciting, but I did as instructed. Seconds later, two feet landed on my back.
“What the hell…” I spluttered, shocked senseless for a moment.
“Shut up or I’ll gag you. This is your punishment. You have just become my footstool for the next twenty minutes or so. You will hold the position in silence, or you will be whipped. Believe me when I say I will enjoy whipping your most delicate parts, should you disobey, Mrs Matthews.”
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There are a lot of people in the world who don’t want to talk about sex. The older generations are especially uptight about the subject, and any reference to sex is often treated as taboo or not fit for polite conversation. Others will state religious grounds to their allergy of all things sexual. Yeah right. If God disapproved of sex, he probably wouldn’t have too many subjects to take care of.
So what’s the big deal?
We’re surrounded by sex in our everyday lives. Models on magazine covers, newspapers, mannequins in shop windows, actresses on TV, 50 Shades of Grey in our bookstores, and the pornography that can be found free of charge on the internet is simply astounding. Sex is everywhere. Vibrators have become commonplace, the number of internet sex toy shops must have tripled in the last five years alone, and with the advent of the e-Reader, we’ve all had a sneak peek, whether we want to admit it or not.
So why are we embarrassed?
Is it because we’re trying to fit in with everyone else? We don’t want other people to think we’re thinking about sex. We’re so obsessed with what other people think about us that we want to portray ourselves as perfect little individuals, leading almost staid, sterile lives. Sex? We have no idea what the word means.
Ha! Everybody thinks about sex. Everybody. Even preachers, honest. It’s an intrinsic part of our make up, whether we like it or not. After a few drinks, most people are happy to talk about it amongst friends, but their neighbourhood image must be preserved at all costs. What would the vicar think? How about the organisers at the PT committee? The list is endless.
Is our aversion to sex mostly due to our need to fit in socially? And why is it still socially unacceptable to talk about sex, baby?
I think we’ve discovered that masturbation will not cause blindness, and it’s actually good for your health, believe it or not. Forget serotonin, do a couple of masturbatory sessions a day and see what that does to your mood level! We’ve also discovered that watching porn at the cinema is quite good fun. We can talk about sexy books amongst friends and have a giggle. We are becoming more liberated as a nation, when amongst friends or loved ones. Those social circles are still a problem, though, aren’t they?
I know as an erotica writer, that there’s a good reason I don’t want everyone aware of what I’m doing. It’s not the disapproval I mind so much, as the lewd jibes and thinking it’s okay to poke fun out of me at every opportunity. No, I’m not ashamed of what I’m doing, but neither do I particularly want that kind of attention. It’s tough. Sex still isn’t accepted in many circles, and faces a lot of disapproval at every turn. It seems to be an upward battle with no summit in sight.
I want a nation of people who are not afraid to talk about sex, but more than that, who are not afraid to go explore their sexuality without fear of reprisals. I don’t care whether you’re gay, transgender, bi, lesbian or straight – all of these options should be socially accepted and perfectly normal. You like BDSM? Great. Your weird and wonderful kinks make you who you are, and I want people to love you all the more for it. Who cares what the neighbours say! It’s about time sex was celebrated for the joyous act it is, and not hushed for the embarrassment and shame that should never have been associated with it.
The human body is an amazing creation. Sex is a beautiful thing. Let’s embrace it and have a little fun. I have a feeling the world would be a better place if we did.
Hello and welcome to another edition of Masturbation Monday! It’s that day of the week where we’re naughty with a capital ‘M’ mmmm.
The Ties That Bind
“So, do you want slow and easy, or fast and hard,” he asked, knowing that the question was ridiculous, because she was going to get fast and hard, whether she liked it or not. Eventually.
“It’s… hot… down… there,” came the strained reply, “is this… going… to hurt?”
“No baby. I’m going to make it all better. I’m going to heat you up and cool you down, and all at the same time. Am I amazing or what?” Cracking an ice cube out of the tray, he placed it between his teeth. He then unscrewed the cap off the bottle of oil and liberally coated his cock in it, keeping the open bottle in his hand, as he would soon need some more.
“Brace yourself,” he whispered evilly, and her body immediately tensed, but when his cock pressed for entrance, it was a gentle push that slid him forward and a slow rock of his hips. Placing his elbows up near her neck, he waited for the first drop of freezing cold water to drip down on her skin. Bang. At least, that’s the noise you’d have thought Miss Redcliff had heard, judging by the way she reared up and tugged against his crude rigging.
“It’s only water,” he mumbled between his clenched teeth, nearly laughing as her head reared up and her teeth made to bite him in response.
“Now, now, now. That’s hardly friendly, is it?”
“And it’s only blood, which I will draw when I get the chance to bite you. I didn’t put you down for a coward, Matthews.”
Mark snorted and nearly dropped his ice cube. “I can see that you’re not with the program yet. Let me work on that, a bit… lower down,” he added.
Staying away from the vicious end, Mark drove his cock into her eager little hole again and again. He took his time at first, careful to grind each move upon her clit and draw out each stroke for as long as possible. It took considerable restraint to keep the pace up, when he wanted nothing more than to smash himself inside her and make her vision go stellar, but he would drag this out to the limits of his ability, and he had reasonably impressive staying power. Besides, he had the urge to watch her suffer in a thousand and one differing, pleasurable ways and he was just getting started.
The oil kept coming. He slowly fucked every last morsel of the ginger out of her, stroke by stroke. He wasn’t even sure she noticed, for whilst his cock had being doing one thing, his mouth had been doing another entirely. The ice cube had flowed all over her body, finding each sweet spot she owned and making it his. He drew patterns along her stomach, her legs, her arms, and all over her face, until her body was a river of melting ice. There was no question that her wrists were going to be red raw tomorrow, even though they were encased in the softest silk. The one little word he was looking for was still trapped inside her, though, and no matter how far his tongue prodded or how deep his cock plunged, his woman was going to take being stubborn to the next level. Unfortunately, she wasn’t going to like the next level much.