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A Very Small Update

It’s been a minute! My real life obligations continue to keep me away from my keyboard almost entirely. The “almost” means I sometimes write a page or a paragraph or a sentence and call it victory for the week. Not every week is so lucky. Still, it’s been almost a year and half, so in that time: I have 3 or 4 flash fictions that are done. Half a dozen more flashes are started. Half a short…

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Thanks for the shout-out @ottopilotreturns. Life's been keeping me away from the keyboard for a while, but it's an honor to be remembered among other writers of that caliber.

27. What’s your favourite work of hypnosis erotica?

This is incredibly hard to narrow down, and I ended up skimming a lot of stories I haven't read in a decade.

The tl;Dr answer is Adaptation by Tabico. Longer answer after the break.

You cannot go wrong reading Tabico IMO. Her stories hit all the right buttons. Original. Hot. Devious. Rouge and Sub Routine are also standouts.

Along the same lines I love @skarlette1 and their Libido League series. As an ADHDer I love there are short-form and long-form stories. I am envious of how they can hit the marks in just a couple of paragraphs.

I wanted to shout out the Omega Girl series by J. Darksong because comic book superheroines are a root of my interest (the non-erotica answer would have been Uncanny X-Men #129-137 by Claremont & Byrne). One thing I really appreciate especially in comparison to Metrobay Comics is the continuity. The stakes feel higher if there are lasting repercussions.

I wrote a little more here because those authors are not very active anymore, at least I don't see them mentioned much, which is a shame.

Lots of great smut writers are here, including some real OGs: @jukeboxemcsa, @scifiscribbler, @dreamingdarkly22/ @dreamingdarklyblog, @hypnoswriter, @hypdom, @subliminalbo, @laurentidal, @bimbosminder, @callidus-again, yourself, I'm sure I've missed many others

Read and reblog their stuff. There are a lot of great stories that don't get their flowers because they aren't at the top of the dashboard.

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The writing has been on the wall for years, but now it’s in the boldest of fonts: if there is porn that you like, games with even remotely adult or queer content that you enjoy, queer art you appreciate that features nudity or discussions of bodies, works of fiction that you love that features controversial subjects or themes, or any queer historical records that you think should continue existing, now is the time to build an archive of them. If you are panicked by the growing libricide of LGBTQ and NSFW records from the internet, this is one very impactful thing that you can do right now to help.

Download the files, store them on an encrypted drive, upload them to a protected server, and communicate with other lovers of sexual art and queer records, so that you can help build a library of it that is accessible to us, and those that come after us in the future. If you have the capability, keep meticulous records of what you have collected — where you found it, who originally made it, what year it comes from, the spaces and communities it was associated with, the names of the people who brought it into existence.

As the burning of the Hirschfeld archives and the catastrophic losses of the AIDs crisis taught us, queer history evaporates quickly when there is no one around to keep circulating it. But you can be a part of what keeps our stories flowing, the blood moving through us that keeps us animated and alive. And you do not have to be a trained historian or especially skillful with technology, though now is also a wonderful time to learn how to be a better archivist. Just begin doing something. Save and document all that you can — in a private space that you control, and that technology companies cannot purge.

It is also important at this time to understand how LGBTQ content bans happen on a tactical level, and resist in kind. Collective Shout pressures platforms into removing NSFW content by contacting payment processors, such as Visa and MasterCard, and convincing those companies to not process any transactions involving sexual works. Collective Shout claims that it only took about a thousand phone calls to get the companies to enforce a NSFW ban. We can also call them in large numbers, and demand that adult & queer content gets put back.

If a game that you paid good money for on Steam or Itch.io has been removed in the NSFW ban, you have grounds to demand a refund.Give your payment processor a call, make a complaint, and get them to issue you a charge back. This may help place pressure on both payment processing companies and game platforms to revise their policies.

It is also important during this time to study the recent history of LGBTQ & NSFW censorship on the internet, and learn from communities that have been able to resist it successfully. One of the very first groups to be targeted by efforts like these was actually the hypnosis kink community, back in the late ’90s and early 2000s. During that time, an avid porn site user reportedly disputed hundreds of dollars in charges, alleging that he had been hypnotized into giving his credit card information away against his will. To avoid future such cases, payment processors like Visa and Mastercard refused to honor any transactions for any content involving hypnosis or mind control, and this has remained their policy ever since.

In spite of harsh repression at the hands of credit card companies and digital platforms, the hypnokink community has continued to thrive, and even grown in popularity and public acceptance in recent years. As many of you know, I am a long-term member of this diverse & queer-affirming community — I spent all of last weekend at an in-person erotic hypnosis convention, which I blogged all about on Instagram — so I know a bit about how we have managed to cope with being attacked and have come out stronger and healthier than we were before.

I think that any of us who are concerned by the stripping of queer and sexual content from the internet can learn from how the hypnokink community has responded to similar censorship over the years, and adopt some of their strategies.

One of the first things that the hypno-kink community learned once it was under attack was not to self-snitch. When we got banned from mainstream porn sites, we found the seedy, poorly regulated platforms that were not as likely to enforce payment processors’ ban on hypnosis content. On sites like Pornhub and Patreon, we learned to use terms like mesmerized and other euphemisms instead of hypnosis or mind control, or to merely reference media properties where hypnosis is featured without saying it outright.

We became data hoarders, snapping up copies of every porn video, erotic audio file, animated gif, and illustration featuring hypnosis that we could find, and then sharing it on forums with our fellow fetishists. We learned to make and share our work in private — in chat rooms, on password-protected servers — and began hosting hypnotic content on shared drives and websites we didn’t widely advertise.

Rather than allowing outside groups to censor us, we took community responsibility for maintaining standards of consent and safety, and gave no quarter to predators. At conventions, we require attendees to complete consent quizzes, and provided dungeons with consent monitors. We offer classes on consent, safety, and developing agency as a hypnotic subject. Many of our events ban the use of substances and require COVID vaccinations and KN95 masks in order to reduce risk. We continually debate how best to navigate riskier kink practices and negotiate encounters with one another.

We have continued gathering in person, and in small virtual conferences, because there are conversations about our shared passion that require an in-depth conversation among people who are at a higher level of understanding. We discuss more complex, nuanced topics in rooms where people are prepared to have them, and we understand that every rule has the power to cause exclusion and damage — and appreciate that even the best guidelines need to be broken sometimes. (For example, plenty of people still benefit from using substances for their mental health, even at a “substance-free” con).

Because the kink we are playing with can be psychologically very risky, we emphasize the importance of being in community with one another and vetting play partners, and speak about our experiences so that we can better understand what we’re going through and what we need. We do what we can to unlearn our shame and stigma, and to bring our feelings and needs out into the open — but not in front of corporations and social media platforms that will only punish and censor us.

We come out to one another, and commune to build better art, more responsible and effective hypnotic files, to write hotter smut, to have better scenes, to be able to play at the edges of consent and consciousness with intention and responsibility. This does not erase all of the risk, but it allows us to be informed of it, and to accept what difficulties and costs we take on. Nearly everyone finishes a scene by asking who needs aftercare. We prepare for the emotional drops of having seen and experienced intense shit — and for the most part, we are grateful that we get to dive with such strong parachutes.

It is this combination of privacy, technological shrewdness, dedicated archival and resource-building work, and loving community responsibility that has made us robust. Though so many outside forces have attempted to silence us and portray us as a group of perverted predators, we’ve continued spreading the truth about who we are and helping people who share our desires to find one another, and revel in our passions as safely as we can.

We have escaped the fear mongering and corporate pressure, and made something completely our own. All queer people and all makers of sexual or erotic art can do the same. We will get through this, but we will have to be more than just passive consumers of content.

We will have to become archivists, librarians, developers, community stewards, consent monitors, peer educators, advocates, organizers, and creators in our own right. And we can do it. Queer people have been producing creative work about our identities and inner erotic lives for as long as we have existed, and we have always been able to find one another in the back rooms of bars, in small bookstores in cities, in veiled language in personal ads, and everywhere else that we have tricked our enemies into not looking.

I wrote all about the suppression of queer & erotic art on the internet, and how the hypnosis kink community provides a case study in how to properly resist it. You can read the full piece for free on Substack.

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Very hot.

She smirked as soon as she walked in the room.

Shoes off, hoodie half-zipped, ponytail messy in that deliberately casual way that meant trouble.

“Did you miss me?” she asked, tossing her bag to the floor.

He glanced up from his book. “You’re late.”

“Oh no,” she deadpanned. “Are you gonna punish me with your scary voice?”

He said nothing. Just closed the book carefully, marking his place. That alone made her shift on her feet.

“Say that again,” he said mildly.

She grinned. “Your. Scary. Voice.”

He tilted his head. “You sure?”

“Oh, what are you gonna do, talk me into submission?” she teased.

He stood up.

Her grin faltered, just a second.

Then she crossed her arms. “You said no trance tonight.”

“I said no induction,” he corrected. “You didn’t say anything about preparation.”

She narrowed her eyes. “That’s cheating.”

“You want to safeword?”

She blinked. Hesitated.

“…No.”

“Color?”

“…Green. Slightly dark.”

He nodded. “Good girl.”

And that knocked a crack in her armor.

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate.

“You’ve been aching for this all day,” he said. “Being difficult. Testing.”

“I’m not...

“You are.”

“I was just..”

He raised one hand. She stopped talking.

“You’ve been begging for control without saying it.”

She tried to look defiant, but her fingers were already relaxing.

He took her chin in his hand, light pressure. Just enough.

“You want to be mouthy?” he asked.

She swallowed. “Maybe.”

“Then be ready to be silenced.”

She opened her mouth, but he was already speaking, smooth and low.

“That voice you call scary? The one that turns off all the noise in your head?”

A shiver.

“You feel it in your chest. In your knees. You pretend you can fight it.”

“I can,” she whispered, weakly.

“Say that again.”

“…I can’t.”

He smiled. “Closer.”

She stepped into him without thinking. His fingers ghosted her wrist.

“You know what I do to girls who talk back?” he asked.

She blinked.

“I make them forget they ever argued.”

Then he said her trigger.

Just once.

And she crumpled.

Like her thoughts took a knee.

“There she is,” he murmured.

Eyes half-lidded. Breath slow. Mouth open like she wanted to say something and forgot what it was.

“You like being good. You just don’t know it until I remind you.”

She nodded. Barely.

“Say thank you.”

“…thank you.”

“Say you’re mine.”

“…I’m yours.”

“Say you’re ready to listen.”

Her voice was softer now. “I’m ready.”

And just like that, the brat was gone.

Not punished.

Just… put away. Until next time he allowed her to come out and play.

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AI Art

I get the allure of AI images, of being able to type whatever you want and get art a moment later. But seriously people, they hurt real artists and pollute the world.

They also look way shittier than an imperfect photo. Give me real life over what a computer sees anyway.

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hot corruption

Cum to the darkside...

They knelt together on Alison’s bedroom floor, collared and uniformed, their leashes dangling from the connecting hoops on the collars.  Symbolism had power; symbolism contained meaning.  Melissa knew that accepting her collar that day would lead to a deeper understanding of the changes in Alison, but she could never have imagined it would lead to this.

“Keep looking,”  Alison urged Melissa, her tone cool and calm and utterly reasonable.

“But...”  Protested Melissa as Alison held the phone up, the screen already filled with the never ending swirl that had taken them this far. 

“Shhh,”  Alison hushed her.  “You already dress like me, right?  There’s no point in denying that you loved me rolling the body stocking up your body.  I heard your little whimpers and felt you squirm.  Why stop there?” The question seemed so reasonable.  So normal. 

“You can think like me; act like me.   You can become the sister I’ve always wanted - the twin I’ve always craved.”

That was the brainwashing talking, Alison was sure of it.  Before Alison had started distancing herself, she had never mentioned the need or want for more family.  No desires of an extra sister beyond the two she already had, still living at home.

Alison’s sisters…

For a brief moment, Melissa found herself breaking free.  Just for a moment.  Christ, what was Alison capable of in this frame of mind?   Could the brainwashing twist her enough that she would inflict the same onto her own family?

“Don’t do this...”    Alison swallowed hard, trying to find the words of denial she knew she should be protesting with.  Even this far down the rabbit hole of submission, there was still part of her that felt guilty about how easily it had proven for Alison to corrupt her.

Thoughts of surrender brushed against Alison’s mind, stoking the need. She shivered, her inside clenching in hedonistic delight as she continued to stare, euphoria spilling out from her brain and into the entirety of her being.  This was better than sex.  Better than any drug she had experimented with.  Better than the adrenaline rush from the rollercoasters she liked to ride, or gaining the attention of that one guy she had imagined bedding whilst she let the music take her on the dance floor. 

All she had to do was look away.

Just look away and she could save everyone…

…save everyone.

“You know, it’s touching that you’re still resisting,”  Alison continued, interrupting Melissa’s attempts to break herself fully out of the trance.  “That you think you can rescue me; rescue us both.   But it’s already inside of us, now.   Can you feel it?”

”Yes,”  Melissa said softly.  “You know I can…”

…you put this inside of me,  She wanted to say - to accuse.  But nothing escaped her lips.  It was simply easier to focus back on the spiral and let that hot, angry thought slip away.

It had been in the files - all those relaxation files Alison had introduced Melissa too, insisting they could help her beat back the stress of college.  Help her empty out her mind and focus.  Help her become the very best student she could be.  Help-

“You know, it’s cute.”  Alison interrupted.

“Huh...?” Melissa responded, only-half aware of her own question. 

“The way you furrow your eyebrows when you think,”  Alison continued.  “It lets me know you’re still not there - still not fully under.   But that’s okay, it leaves me other avenues to ensure your compliance.”

 A kiss to Melissa’s cheek; a hand stopping her from turning - from looking away.

It had been this way for hours now, Alison turning confusion and doubt into certainty, acting as the voice of the spiral.   Melissa suspected that given the hundreds of hours of exposure to the program sitting on Alison’s phone, she had been twisted into being an extension of the program - an evangelising pastor, willing to turn anyone into her flock if they would listen.

“It has let me go,”  Alison murmured, planting another kiss on Melissa.  “For now.  The program is rewarding me - allowing me to experience the joy of breaking you. Of initialising you.” 

Anticipation trickled down Melissa’s spine, even as she acknowledged the distant self-recrimination that floated at the borders of the trance she found herself in.  Alison was too far gone; too deeply under the sway of the brainwashing.   God, Melissa had been an idiot for not informing someone else before confronting Alisson.

Before she had been triggered.

Before she had drooled her mind away, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth to dribble down her chin and splash onto her chest.

Melissa couldn’t even remember the trigger word used, only the head rush as the world receded around her, her mind fixating on the screen like a pointer dog fixated on prey.   It had felt wonderful, magnificent even as the pleasure consumed her, eating her alive and repaying her with the ever increasing need to keep staring and let herself disappear into the ever increasing haze.

Until Alison had decided to wake her back up again.

Uniformed.

Enraptured.

Unable to break away from the pretty patterns and swirls, even as she felt something being built deep inside of her.  Another version of her developing, ready to rise up and take over ownership of her body.

The problem being that Melissa wasn’t even sure she disliked the idea.  Whatever had been implanted into her had managed to subvert her needs, twisting them against her.  Her clit ached at the thought of the corrupted Melissa taking her place, strutting around and tricking all of her friends into joining them in servitude to the brainwashing.

“I know you admire me,”  Alison purred, her voice husky with promise.  “I know you like the way I dress; like my no-shits attitude; the way I take what I want, when I want.”

Embarrassment almost broke the spiral's hold over Melissa, halting the inroads it was making into her mind.  For a fleeting moment, the tingling pleasure and need to submit receded,  the first fleeting motes of true free-thought in hours.

“I…”  She began, voicing a subconscious need to protest.  The final dregs of her resistance rising up.

“Nuh-huh, listen to your idol and keep watching.  Let the program in, honey,”  Alison commanded, nuzzling against Melissa’s ear.  Alison’s hand found its way between Melissa’s legs, gently teasing Melissa’s sex beneath the bodystocking and the panties in between.  

It was enough - enough to make Melissa moan and fixate on the teasing wrongness of what was being done to her, any thoughts of resistance or escape dribbling out from between her legs to dampen her panties. 

“We’re going to be twinned, you and I,”  Alison promised.  “It will take a long, long glorious time, but I’m going to help you shed that good girl persona that you have going on and replace it with something better suited to hanging out with the others.  All those bad, naughty others who have already been infected and brought into the fold.”

Melissa gasped, the idea of being transformed into Alison’s alt-girl twin tickling her clit in ways she hadn’t thought possible.   The idea hadn’t been in her system before that moment, but now it was...  

Yes, she liked it. 

The potential to be strutting her stuff beside Alison, almost indistinguishable from her in all the ways that mattered.  Just a carbon copy, pastel pink Goth ready to make everyone else’s life a living hell.  She shuddered, almost cumming at the thought.  She wanted it so badly:  to give up the struggle of day-to-day existence and just embrace the pleasure of being:  no worries, concerns, or pesky morality.  

Just pure obedience to brainwashing.

“There it is,”  Alison said softly.  “I can see the acceptance bleeding into your eyes.  I’m going to have so much fun giving you the makeover you deserve.   You’re going to make such a hot bitch.”

“Yes…“  Melissa hissed through clenched teeth, the darkness reaching up from inside of her.  

“We’ll go get matching tattoos,”  Alison promised.

“Yes.” “Matching piercings.” “Yes!” “Wear the same make up, dye our hair to match…” Melissa was so close.  So very close.  She just wanted to keep staring and let the moment happen.  To doom herself by inaction and guarantee her fall.

“And once we’re finished, we can move onto Maddie,”  Alison promised.

Sweet, innocent Maddie.

Pretty little Maddie.

Alison pressed more firmly against Melissa’s sex, never altering pace.

“Good girl,”  She whispered.  “Just let it go and we can work on Maddie like I worked on you.”

The twist in Melissa’s became a kink, the kink shearing her thoughts apart as she came, her eyes rolling upwards to reveal their whites, a wordless gasp of ecstasy escaping her lips as something new and entirely more interesting welded itself in place of her broken thoughts.

Bad girl Maddie, objectified and leaving nothing to the imagination. 

“When do we begin?”  Melissa asked, a new hunger spreading throughout her as she relished the idea of turning the others, one by one. 

“As soon as you want,”  Alison replied with a smirk, before kissing her new sister on the lips…

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“Careful toy. I’m not going to be good for you.” Your hypnotist said, leaning forwards, eyes glittering dangerously. “I own things until they’re all used up, and drained. And then, they’re useless to me. I throw them out.” Their hand brushed over your thigh.

Their heat was intoxicating. Their gaze was impossible to pull away from. “But you don’t mind, do you? You want to feel that intensity. That passion. Melting your thoughts into mindlessness. Where you can’t think. Just following my commands. My good toy.”

Your brain fluttered, their words tugging on your awareness. They knew how powerful they were. How easily their voice could get you to make… Decisions you wouldn’t normally make. “That’s it, toy. You want this. You want to be silly, and stupid.”

Their hand travelled higher up your thigh. Their eyes were burning into yours. You could see their inviting smile in your peripheral vision. Your mind stumbled. You stopped caring, you didn’t want this to end. “That’s right. My good toy. Just sink, and obey.”

* * *

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Bad Girls

The following story was first available on my Patreon. To support my writing please consider supporting me on Patreon so I can continue to provide fictional hypno-kink.

Thank you to all my supporters.

- Hypno S

Miss Henderson sighed. She was new at the school, fresh out of teaching college and so she was not that much older than the kids that she was teaching. Especially at this school, which had a reputation in the city for being the one with the most delinquents, where kids stayed extra years to get their high school diplomas long after most students had graduated and gone on to the real world.

Having grown up and attended the high school across town, where people graduated on time and the police rarely had to come and arrest anyone for dealing drugs, the change in scenery was difficult to adjust to.

There were hallways here that she'd been warned not to go down without another teacher, or one of the school's security guards. At first she'd thought this was an exaggeration, but after hearing some of the stories that other teacher's told she'd been careful. These hallways ended up being the homes of various groups of kids, all over the age of eighteen who should have graduated long ago. Some were dealing drugs, others doing other things and no matter what the security, cops, or Principal did the problem never seemed to stop.

Kick one kid out and another would take their place.

Today however she was already running late for the staff meeting, and going around the hallway that was home to the school's clique of 'bad girls' was going to add too much time on. So she marshalled her courage, and tried walking with authority down the hall. Her back straight, posture prim, and looking like she was not afraid of anything.

She could feel eyes on her, as a number of the girls loitering in the hall watched her. There were some whistles and cat calls, which were odd to hear coming from fellow women. Still she persisted, moving slowly and doing her best not to hurry and betray her nervousness.

One of the girls who'd been leaning casually against a locker straightened, then moved towards her, shoving her forcefully against the wall. Caught off guard Miss Henderson yelped in surprise, hitting the locked solidly. The sound of metal silenced conversations going on in the hallway as all eyes turned towards the teacher and the girl who had shoved her who was now standing toe to toe with the teacher, blocking her in against the locker.

"This is our hallway," the student said, "girls only."

"I'm a woman," Miss Henderson said, and then added, "and a teacher."

"Nah, teachers are men. You're just a bitch," the student countered.

"I am a teacher and if you don't let me passed I'll have you expelled. I'm sure you need to be here for some reason, and I'm sure graduating is your goal. Assaulting a teacher puts an end to that," the teacher said trying to sound firm.

There were 'poohs' from the onlooking crowd. The student smirked, "What's your name if you're a girl and allowed down this hall?"

"Miss Henderson," she said.

"Nah, I said that's a bitch's name, bitch. You want by you gotta be a girl, what's your name," the girl said staring intently into Miss Henderson's eyes.

"Katherine," Miss Henderson said.

"Katie," the girl said, as if correcting the teacher.

"Yes," the teacher said, not caring too much if the girl shortened her name, at this point she just wanted to move on.

"See Katie, that's better," cooed the woman her eyes deep and brown. For the first time Miss Henderson noticed the perfume she was wearing was sweet, and her voice was deep and throaty, seductive and soothing. In another situation she might have even found the student attractive, and the student was certainly intending for people to notice her. She wore a see through top, no bra and short white shorts. It was all Miss Henderson could do not to look down at the perfectly round breasts.

Her eyes dipped briefly, and when they rose the student was smiling, "It's okay to look Katie. I'm old enough, you won't get in trouble just looking. I haven't left yet because I've got a good thing here. I'm not leaving until I'm ready. You understand, I'm comfortable here, you like being comfortable don't you Katie?"

Miss Henderson nodded, "Yes."

"See it's nicer to agree with me. Just relax, I'm to going to hurt you, just make you more comfortable. I learned something at this school, about people, about my eyes and voice. Do you like my eyes and voice Katie?" the student asked.

Miss Henderson nodded, "Yes."

The student smiled, "I can tell. See I learned that I've got a soothing voice, happened when I hit puberty. And intense eyes, came in at the same time. But the real secret is the tits, see you're working so hard not to look at them, that you're mind is divided. Your willpower seeping out, so you become more obedient, suggestible. Relax, just relax."

Miss... Katie smiled, her previous fears fading as the student cooed in her ear.

"See this doesn't work as well outside, in the real world, but here in this hallway, I'm in charge. I frightened you, got your heart running fast and now I'm just relaxing you back down, and you're so grateful for it that you'll obey anything I say," the student said.

Katie nodded, "Yes."

"Each teacher, student, security guard, that comes down here I own body and mind. You're young, you'd make a good whore you'd like that so much," the student said, "say yes again."

"Yes," Katie said smiling happy to have a new purpose.

"On top of your salary, and some other chores I'll have for you, well you'll be a goldmine Katie," the student smiled and laughed. Her friends laughed too, grateful it wasn't them staring blankly into her eyes having their thoughts rewritten. Most of them had experienced it already, as she'd slowly taken over the hallway and turned them all into her bad girls.

Not that they could remember it, each one figured that this was something she did to other people. Not them.

Entering the meeting late Katie smiled apologetically at her fellow teachers, "Sorry I'm late. I ran into some bad girls in the hallway. Don't worry I showed them who was boss."

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Time Flies: Update: October 2024

When I started a short hiatus in May, I expected to be gone a few weeks, not 6 months! There’s a litany of issues that has kept me away from posting here, and I’m still not quite ready to start posting regularly. But I wanted to offer my faithful readers an update. Even though I’m really busy, I’ve managed to scrape together a few minutes here and there: Libido League #16: Absinthe Sunrise Part…

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F*c&!ng First Aid: A Quick Guide to Common Sex Injuries

New from our founder, Heather Corinna, a guide for those sexual times that wind up more “ow” than “oooh.”

It’s remarkably easy to hurt ourselves in the pursuit of feeling good. From genital abrasions to broken skin to pulled muscles to infections to allergic reactions, even fractures or breaks, exploring our bodies and their capacities sexually can sometimes mean finding out⁠ what’s past a bodies’ limits. We can think there was enough lube, but who among us (cough) hasn’t found out at least once that there wasn’t? We can forget that when it feels to us like we couldn’t possibly get enough of something, our body parts may have an entirely different and considerably threshold (um). Heck, you can hurt yourself just getting a date a glass of water (says my once-broken toe, bitterly).

For whatever reason (probably a combination of ableism⁠, totally inhumane sexual⁠ ideals and maybe some leftover stuff from our DNA way back when we lived a wilder existence), if and when people get hurt during sex⁠, they often feel ashamed or embarrassed, like they have ruined something. Getting hurt in our bodies is as acceptable an experience as feeling good in them. It’s not “weak” to get hurt, and it doesn’t mean anyone failed at anything, it just means we’re living in the body of a mere mortal, not a sexual superhero. So, if some kind of sex injury happens to you or a partner⁠, don’t get hung up in negative feelings about it. Instead, turn your attention to yourself or whoever got hurt. Not only might you or they need physical care, caring for ourselves and each other in attentive, tender ways is only likely to enhance our sexual experiences and the ways we connect to ourselves or one another through them. This kind of care, much like general sexual aftercare, can be something that is a highlight of a sexual experience, even when something painful or bummerful happened which that care is centered around.

This simple guide covers the most common sexual injuries for people in the age group we serve, what needs to be done when and after they have happened, and how you can best prevent them. Read F*c&!ng First Aid: A Quick Guide to Common Sex Injuries over at Scarleteen.

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Excellent statement. Applies to my blog to (when I get back to it).

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A seldom-seen variant of the "I'm not hypnotized story" is the "I'm hypnotized, but not REALLY hypnotized ... I just choose to do what's been suggested."

Very hot rationalization!

[skarlette1]

Pearl Girls: eBook now available!

The complete eBook of Libido League #15: Pearl Girls is now available. For blog readers already familiar with the story, the eBook contains a new prologue, tying it in with the events of the previous Libido League eBooks. It also contains a brand-new epilogue which may hint at future developments.

Libido League #15 cover B

Available now:

Smashwords link (50% off until July 31, 2024)

Amazon link

The Blurb

Alexis Ames needs a break from being the superheroine Argent. Focusing on her secret identity as a college professor will help, until the gift of a seductive pearl necklace shifts her perspective to a submissive, sexualized Pearl Girl. When her sidekick Sable succumbs to mental manipulation of her own, will the duo come to blows? Or will they both kneel before those pulling their strings?

This is a 53,000-word novel about a superheroine. It is NOT a comic book. It features themes of superheroes, lesbian sex, female/female sex, male/female sex, humiliation, brainwashing, cheating, seduction, exhibitionism, bondage, public sex, BDSM, dominance/submission, orgasm denial, betrayal, deceit, group sex, graphic portrayals of sexual situations, and mind control.