A man has defended his decision to open the UK’s first sex doll brothel in a village near Glasgow.

Steven Crawford insists he is unashamed after opening his controversial firm earlier this month – pimping out his sex doll Faith for £60 an hour.

The 25-year-old claims he has already had clients pay for sessions at his semi-detached home in Quarter, near Hamilton – and said he has had 50 enquiries from men aged between 30 and 40.

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February 25, 2018

The past, your lesson
The present, your gift
The future, your motivation…

start to spank him

February 25, 2018

sunday fun 10

Tell your man to go to the bedroom and undress to his briefs. Inform him that you’ll be up in a few minutes to give him a spanking. Let him wait ten or fifteen minutes, so he can think about the spanking he has coming.

Get a paddle back hairbrush or a spoon and go to the bedroom. This way he’ll see the implement he will be punished with in your hand when you walk into the room.

Sit on the bed and tell him to stand in front of you. Calmly tell him why he is going to be spanked and remind him that he deserves the spanking he is about to receive. Pull his briefs down to mid thigh and bend him over your left thigh, with his upper body resting on the bed. Put your right leg over his and have him put his right arm behind his back so he can’t try to cover his bottom. Hold his hand against his back. Now that he is helpless start to spank him with the hair brush or spoon, alternating cheeks. Spank him until his bottom is good and red. If he squirms too much during his spanking, spank his upper thighs and tell him to stay still.

When the spanking is over you may decide to lie back on the bed while your husband makes you come through oral sex. It can be good fun.



Spanking Games

A boat, beneath a sunny sky

February 25, 2018

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July —

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear —

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream —
Lingering in the golden gleam —
Life, what is it but a dream?

Lewis Carroll

the voice in your own head

February 25, 2018

book cliffhanger

In the course of writing a novel I will sometimes lock myself away. During most of my previous novels there comes a point where I just go to the country and hide for 5 or 6 weeks. Sometimes it’s the first draft, sometimes it’s the second. There are periods when I feel like you just have to cut out the world and listen to the voice in your own head. So I regularly take periods of a month or two in the course of each of these novels to isolate myself from the world. I used to borrow country houses from friends…Sometimes I used to go to Yaddo, which is a writer’s retreat.

Jay McInerney
Interview with Mia Funk

Witchcraft is not safe

February 25, 2018


Witchcraft is not neoPagan goddess worship, it is not secular weather worship, it is not tree-hugging, and it is not New Age fuckery. Witchcraft is not safe. Witchcraft is not good and kind. Witchcraft is the domain of the trickster, the outcast, the wanderer, and the crooked. It belongs to those who know every light casts a shadow; who have looked into the depths of darkness in their soul and accepted what they’ve seen along with all that is good. Witchcraft requires cunning, manipulation, self-awareness, adaptable morals, and a dash of madness. Witchcraft is sharp pins pierced into a waxen image of an enemy, a lover’s hair plaited with one’s own, a Saturnine root harvested at midnight, blood spilled for hungry spirits, magical pacts made with daemons, a handful of dried henbane leaves burned and inhaled to talk to shades, an ancient incantation sung to become a wild hare, and witchcraft is sabbat wine imbibed while dancing wildly, intoxicated in the woods on Walpurgisnacht.

Sarah Anne Lawless
For Fear of Flying

between male and female

February 25, 2018

And if you wish to see the reality of this mystery, then you should see the wonderful representation of the intercourse that takes place between male and female.

Coptic version of the Hermetic Asclepius

The way Magic works

February 25, 2018

The whole power of Magic is founded on Eros. The way Magic works is to bring things together through their inherent similarity.

Marsilio Ficino
De Amore

quarantine themselves

February 25, 2018

For most of 1999 I tried to live in 1666. I wanted to imagine what it was like to be a young woman in a tiny English village of 250 souls in the year bubonic plague struck. The story is based on what took place in a real village named Eyam in the Pennine mountains.

I stumbled upon Eyam by chance one summer day, hiking with my husband through the picturesque countryside of Derbyshire. Inside the village church a display told of how the villagers had decided to quarantine themselves to arrest the plague’s spread. I found the story moving, but I don’t think I would have tried to write a novel about it if we hadn’t come to live a few years later in a tiny village of 250 souls in the Blue Ridge foothills of Virginia.

Geraldine Brooks
A literary Time Traveller
New York Times 2nd July 2001