strip you stark naked

December 10, 2017

whip girl by hdy9108

Yasala made no reply. She crouched, watching her captor with eyes baleful as those of a basilisk. Stubborn silence always fans anger. Valeria turned and tore a handful of cords from a near-by hanging.

“You sulky slut!” she said between her teeth. “I’m going to strip you stark naked and tie you across that couch and whip you until you tell me what you were doing here, and who sent you!”

Yasala made no verbal protest, nor did she offer any resistance, as Valeria carried out the first part of her threat with a fury that her captive’s obstinacy only sharpened. Then for a space there was no sound in the chamber except the whistle and crackle of hard-woven silken cords on naked flesh. Yasala could not move her fast-bound hands or feet. Her body writhed and quivered under the chastisement, her head swayed from side to side in rhythm with the blows. Her teeth were sunk into her lower lip and a trickle of blood began as the punishment continued. But she did not cry out.

The pliant cords made no great sound as they encountered the quivering body of the captive; only a sharp crackling snap, but each cord left a red streak across Yasala’s dark flesh. Valeria inflicted the punishment with all the strength of her war-hardened arm, with all the mercilessness acquired during a life where pain and torment were daily happenings, and with all the cynical ingenuity which only a woman displays toward a woman. Yasala suffered more, physically and mentally, than she would have suffered under a lash wielded by a man, however strong.

It was the application of this feminine cynicism which at last tamed Yasala.

A low whimper escaped from her lips, and Valeria paused, arm lifted, and raked back a damp yellow lock. “Well, are you going to talk?” she demanded. “I can keep this up all night, if necessary.”

“Mercy!” whispered the woman. “I will tell.”

Robert E. Howard
Red Nails

naked witches

December 9, 2017

Mine are the lusts of hoofs and horns,
Of the he-goat and the loon
And the naked witches that demons deflower
On the dark side of the moon.

No common sin may fire my eyes,
Glutted with excesses fell —
My lust is stained with the dung that stirs
On the stinking streets of Hell.

Robert E Howard
Letter to Tevis Clyde Smith September 1930

In the last fifty years, computers and the internet have made such dramatic changes to the way we live that it’s impossible for many of us to do without them; they’re the nexus of business communications, a global marketplace, a one-click intelligence agency, a social forum. Basically, we live our lives on the internet.

And a few hundred years from now, your kids might be taking that literally.

With startling advances in robotics demonstrated every year, artificial intelligence is developing as fast as component technology becomes available. And as soon as neuroscience catches up, and human memories and brain chemistry can be replicated in fiberoptics, there will be no stopping kids of the future from transferring their consciousnesses into bitchin’ celebrity lookalikes with hydraulic balance and a two-hundred-year warranty.

However, no matter what they do, robotics will hit a wall when we realize no one will ever be able to replicate Rutger Hauer’s winsome, chilling stare. At that point, someone — probably your kid (your kid seems pretty clever) — will point out that humanity is essentially a single social network. After that, as fast as the server farms are ready, the upload frenzy will begin.

Now, while it’s true that our future progeny run the risk of becoming accidentally erased or deemed a bug in beta, the upside of a permanent, online world consciousness is that your descendants can look forward to relative immortality in a world with a scope as big as their collective imaginations. It also offers us a unique opportunity to look beyond physical borders…

Genevieve Valentine
Five Freaky Futures Your Kids Might Face

Prolific Writers

December 5, 2017

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I read an article today in the Christian Science Monitor which posited that the e-reader market has caused writers to basically pull a double shift because of demand. James Patterson published 12 novels this year alone and is churning out even more short stories and Kindle Singles for the growing e-reader market. “[T]he e-book age has accelerated the metabolism of book publishing,” Julie Bosman writes for the New York Times. “Authors are now pulling the literary equivalent of a double shift, churning out short stories, novellas or even an extra full-length book each year.”

What does this mean for we self-publishing novelists? It means that in order to say ahead of the roar of other writers who may publish one book per year, we should probably be writing little short stories, poetry collections, or serialized novels in order to get more of our writing in front of readers.
I have a few thoughts on this subject that merit discussion:

1. The Day Job – People who have to work to make ends meet (in my case, sometimes the ends don’t meet) must sacrifice evenings and weekends to write a novel and often shun family and friends to produce good work. Will the e-publishing industry be led by those who are either independently wealthy or are supported by a spouse? If I had all day to sit around and blog, promote my book and write my novel, I could probably turn out more than one novel a year.

2. Quality over Quantity – Even if I were independently wealthy and sat around all day writing, not all the prose I write is the best I am capable of writing. Sometimes my ideas are not good ideas. Sometimes I write 1000 words of garbage. Even if people like James Patterson can turn out best selling work it doesn’t mean it is any good (Stephanie Meyer comes to mind). I have to admit I haven’t read any of Patterson’s work, but apparently its popular enough to merit 12 books. I know people who read Patterson and love his work. Patterson will release 7 books in the next five months and doesn’t seem to be slowing down any time soon…

3. Stress – I like having my own deadlines as a self-publisher. I do not set them so that I can laze around and give myself extra time like some high school student too busy texting to do his work. I stick to my deadlines so that I can set and reach personal goals. I also have friends who keep me accountable. I have enough drive to get novels finished, but I would be stressed out trying to get 12 novels done in a year. I know that some people are taking the 12 novels challenge this year, and I applaud you, but I know too that this is not for me. I would rather focus on one novel at a time and produce my best work by carefully crafting the prose…then revising that carefully crafted prose…and revising again.

Roger Colby
Speed Writing: E-Publishing Demands Prolific Writers

blossom into flesh and fire

December 3, 2017

I used to have this thing where I’d phone friends while my lover of the day fucked me from behind. I’d have a mundane conversation with this friend or that, while my lover’s cock was thrusting in and out of me. Sometimes I’d cum mid-call, and have to bite down hard on my bottom lip to prevent my crying out…a dead giveaway, that’d be.

One time my step-dad called me and as he rambled on about a trip he’d taken for his work, I guided my lover’s cock between my legs. It felt like a touch of midnight when it went up me. Moon fire deep in my cunt, and I felt myself blossom into flesh and fire; that man’s voice in my ear all the while, like the monotonous buzzing of a fly. My lover’s cock became a part of me. Became me. Cumming was like dying and being reborn again.

I have to engage in these forbidden activities, you understand, otherwise my soul would suffocate on vanilla porridge and ear wax –

Sharon Oliver
Confession of a kinkster

Robots to staff Brothels

December 1, 2017

Spanish scientist Sergi Santos designed silicone sex dolls with wigs and artificial brains that will not only earn him money but may also be used to staff brothels and help combat sex trafficking.

But the arrival of sex robots has divided opinion – this film by the Thomson Reuters Foundation explores the complex issues that have been raised by the increasingly life-like robots.

Can I Fly Too?

November 26, 2017

You are a witch.
You taught me
To hear in the slurping of mud
The cry of the Ban Shee
To see in the life cycle of the caterpillar
The struggle of the soul
Towards immortality.
Take me.
You alone could turn the weight of years
Into release, ecstasy.

Philip Hobsbaum