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 First of all, thanks to everyone who Pre-ordered their signed copy of “The Diary of Molly Fredrickson: Peanut Butter Vol. 6“! Your order along with a free copy of SizZle Magazine is shipping now! For everyone else, pick up your signed copy here along with a free copy of SizZle Magazine! More news soon!
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First of all, thanks to everyone who Pre-ordered their signed copy of “The Diary of Molly Fredrickson: Peanut Butter Vol. 6“! Your order along with a free copy of SizZle Magazine is shipping now! For everyone else, pick up your signed copy here along with a free copy of SizZle Magazine! More news soon!
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* Revue de shoesing #8 * | ||||||
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Avril se termine et je ne vous ai pas encore présenté la dernière revue de shoesing. Bon j’avoue que je suis un peu triste car avec cette météo pourrie je n’ai pas encore pu porter ces merveilles, ou à de très rares occasions. Je suis en train de me dire que je devrai investir d’avantage dans des chaussures fermées pour affronter la pluie mais cette idée ne met pas mon moral en transe. Allez, en rêvant des tenues que je pourrai bientôt leur assortir voici mes dernières demoiselles adoptées… April is about to end and I haven’t yet posted another “revue de shoesing”. I have to say I’m a bit sad, the weather suck so much, so I wasn’t able to wear these marvels yet, or on some very rare occasions. I’m thinking that I will eventually have to invest in waterproof shoes (shoes that are not open like peep toe shoes, sandals, etc) but I have to say I’m not keen on the idea… Oh well, while I dream with what outfit I’ll be able to wear them, here are my latest adopted darlings…
Revoir les Revues de shoesing précédentes >ici< If you wish to see the last posts of “Revues de shoesing” please click here.
Souliers Chanel – collection printemps 2012 Chanel court shoes – 2012 spring collection
Sandales en cuir vernis orange – Minelli Orange patent leather sandals – Minelli
Sandales C.Petula été 2012 C.Petula sandals 2012 summer collection
Escarpins à talons fluos – Wherelse for Mango Touch Court shoes with fluorescent heels – Wherelse for Mango Touch Issus de la collection capsule des blogueuses Andy, Chiara et Carolina Collaboration done between Mango and the bloggers: Andy, Chiara and Carolina
Sandales à talons bronzes – Minelli Sandals with bronze heels – Minelli
Spartiates brodés et décorées Riverisland chez Asos River Island embroidered Roman sandals from Asos (en ce moment -10% avec le code BONUS10 et -15% avec EXTRA15 valable jusqu’au 1er mai) (Get 10% discount with the code BONUS10 and an extra 15% with the code EXTRA15, valid until May 1st)
Compensées talons en liège – Minelli Wedges with cork heels – Minelli
Sandales à plateaux – Minelli Platform sandals – Minelli * Bon weekend à toutes et aux veinardes qui, comme moi, on peut faire le pont jusqu’à mercredi! I hope you’ll all have a great weekend especially for the ones, like me, who have free time until next Wednesday!
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What It Means to be a Full-Time Writer | ||||||
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by Kristina Wright
Every month or so, I receive an email from an aspiring erotica writer. Often, they haven’t read anything I’ve ever written– they just Googled ‘erotica’ or ‘sex stories’ or something similar and up popped my blog, which is probably the least sexy blog ever written by an erotica writer. But they write to me anyway, inquiring about how they, too, can quit their day jobs and write erotica full-time. Or write anything full-time as one person told me: “I’d write anything if I could quit my job, erotica or science fiction or children’s books, whatever.” Which seems to me to be more about hating the current job than about a love for writing. And by “full-time” they mean make at least as much as they’re making at their current full-time job, if not more. I’m a bit boggled by these emails, coming as they from strangers not familiar with me or my work or even an idea about what it means to be a “full-time” writer. I’m equally boggled by the comments from friends and acquaintances alike (and sometimes strangers, too), who alternately joke about my “smut” writing or say things like, “I don’t want to get a real job when I retire. I want to be a writer.” Sigh… But I do know what they’re trying to say, I really do. What I do is not “real” to most people and I realize that. From the outside, what I do looks easy. Fun. Not work. Not effort. I try to explain the realities, but their eyes glaze over. Writing in and of itself is a very boring occupation to hear about. Writing is to other careers what golf is to sports. No one wants to hear about it, but from the outside it looks easy enough for anyone to do. What’s the big deal, right? You just write your fantasy or your dream from last night or an updated version of some story you read in high school. It’s as easy as hitting a little white ball into a little cup in the grass. How hard can that be, right? Until they attempt to do it. Then they’re looking for the magic backdoor into the world of being a full-time writer. The fun kind, of course.
I say I write full-time and I do, but it’s not 9-5 or 10-6 or Monday through Friday with weekends off. It’s when I can, as much as I can. It’s 11:30 AM until 4 or 5 PM, Monday through Thursday and sometimes 8 PM to midnight on those nights, too. It’s a few hours on Friday when my husband gets off work early and Saturday from the time the babies nap until Starbucks closes at 9:30 PM. It’s some Sundays when I’m under deadline, it’s even when I’m sick or tired or invited to go do something more fun. It’s staying up 3 AM writing a proposal on Thanksgiving morning when I have to get up at 7 AM to put the turkey in the oven. It’s thinking about and plotting stories when I wake up in the middle of the night, when I’m driving, when I’m playing with the two year old or putting the seven month old to bed. It’s cobbling anywhere from 30 to 50 hours a week from my schedule to do the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do. That’s what writing “full-time” means to me. And sometimes I long for a regular schedule, normal hours, weekends and holidays off, not to mention a steady paycheck and vacation time and health benefits. Full-time writers don’t get any of that. Sometimes we don’t even get a royalty check– I’ve seen royalty statements with negative signs in front of the numbers on the bottom line. Has a non-writer ever seen one of those from their full-time job?
I don’t think my schedule is what people have in mind when they say they want to do what I do. Not most of them, anyway. They don’t want to hear about the hours, or about the sheer hard work that goes into writing. Or about the rejections that come for stories only I love. They don’t want to know that they might put in six months of hard work into a manuscript that will never see the light of day. I have several manuscripts like that. Books that taught me a lot about writing but will never be published, which means I will never make any money on them. That’s the other thing aspiring writers are most interested in, after the easy and fun work schedule– the money. They envision bucket loads of cash raining down on them from the New York publishing gods. The polite ones assume I make more money than I do, the rude ones ask me outright how much I make. The answer varies from, “Not much” to “Enough to keep me in coffee” to “I can’t complain” to “How much do you make?”
Here’s the harsh truth none of them want to hear or believe about their own future-fantasy writing career: precious few full-time writers are just writers. We are freelance copyeditors and proofreaders. We ghostwrite memoirs and write advertising copy for the local freebie newspaper. We do technical writing and text book editing. We are fact-checkers and researchers. We are librarians and bookstore managers. We are anthologists and bloggers and artists. We teach three sections of College Composition at the community college each semester and we teach Writing the Personal Narrative at the local literary center. We hold writing workshops in library meeting rooms and we review books for a dozen different magazines and websites. We design blogs and websites for other writers and creative types and we do lots of things that have no real name but are somehow writing-related. Sometimes we do many of these things in any given year– and we still don’t make enough money to buy a new car or take a proper vacation.
Aspiring writers don’t want to hear the harsh realities of the easy and fun job of hanging out at Starbucks all day. They want to be the next Stephen King or Suzanne Collins or E.L. James. They want to be famous. They want that Glamour Shots photo they had taken five years ago (or that photo of them on that yacht that one time in St. Thomas) to be on the back of a shiny hardcover book in the front of Barnes & Noble. They have already chosen their pseudonym, it’s a combination of their mother’s maiden name and their favorite Jane Austen character. They spent a lot of money on a shiny new MacBook Pro but so far the only thing they’ve written are Facebook status updates about their muse and how they love the writing life. Mostly, they play Solitaire and drink $4 espresso drinks and send vague query letters to agents about the book they’re going to write if the agent can get them a three-book deal. When they haven’t gotten a response (much less an offer of representation) from an agent within the week, they write Facebook status updates about how the publishing industry is a clique, a dinosaur, a closed door to talented newcomers. Then they play another round of Solitaire and tell themselves they need to self-publish like what’s-her-name who made all that money on Amazon writing those vampire stories. Except they never bother to learn the ins and outs of successful self-publishing and none of the writers they have emailed randomly will tell them the secrets of being full-time writers. They assume it’s because those writers are intimidated by someone more talented– they never assume those writers are too busy writing, editing, teaching, etc., to tell them the truth: the only way to be a full-time writer is to find a way to write full-time, even if you also have a full-time “real” job, even if you have kids and a house and a chronic illness and elderly in-laws and, and, and… The only way to be a writer is to write. That is not what they want to hear. So they write a shitty review on Amazon for a book they never read, write a Facebook status update about how author X is a hack and her book is illiterate trash, then they go back to playing Solitaire, smug in the knowledge that when they do finally get around to writing and self-publishing their book, they will have the last laugh.
Does that sound harsh? A hack smut writer in her ivory tower pooh-poohing the brilliant aspiring writers who only need a bit of advice and an introduction to my agent, editor or publisher in order to become The Next Big Thing that I can never hope to be? Yeah, you caught me. Sorry. God knows I make so much money and I’m so wildly successful that any question about how to obtain my fun and easy lifestyle is to be perceived as a threat and immediately condemned. My apologies. Let me make it up to you and buy you a coffee while you tell me about your muse. What’s her name again?
What do I tell those questioning souls who email me for advice? I tell them all the same thing and, oddly enough, not one of them has ever written me back to thank me. I guess I didn’t tell them what they wanted to hear. But here is what I tell them: read a lot. Read everything. Read in the genre you want to write, yes, but also read outside of it. And write. For the love of all that is holy, write your ass off. Don’t write erotic romance because it’s the hot new (old) genre right now. Don’t write horror because you have a lifelong crush on Stephen King (I did and I do). Don’t write children’s books because they’re short and therefore must be easy to write. Write what you love to read. Write what inspires you and makes your heart go pitter-pat. Write the story you’re carrying around in your secret heart even if it doesn’t fit into any genre category. Write without thinking about the money, because the money might be years in coming if it comes at all. Hell, write without thinking about who might read what you’re writing. Write to please yourself. To turn yourself on. To scare yourself with how far off the deep end you’ve gone. Write with your real name at the top of the page, to remind you of who you are, not who you want other people to think you are. Forget about finding an agent or submitting your manuscript to a publisher until you actually have a manuscript to submit– a manuscript that has been written, edited and proofread, then read by a few trusted souls and edited again. A beautiful, as good as it can get manuscript that is representative of your very best work as a professional writer. Don’t have that yet? Then you’re not a writer.
There are countless books and magazines and blogs about How to Be a Writer and I encourage all aspiring writers to read and understand as much about the craft as they can. But at the end of the day, the only thing you have are the words you have written. And if you haven’t written any words, you are not a writer.
Oh, and one last thing: that word– aspiring? It’s bullshit. You either are a writer or you’re not. Which are you?
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* Ode à Charlotte Martyr * | ||||||
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L’amitié est une âme en deux corps.Aristote
Depuis quelques temps sur le blog, il n’a quasi pas un post sans une pièce de la créatrice Charlotte Martyr, pas un jour ne se passe sans du Martyr à mon cou ou à mes doigts. Et je pense qu’il est plus que temps que je vous raconte cette belle histoire qui nous lie, Charlotte et moi. J’ai découvert les créations de Charlotte Martyr dans une boutique dans le Marais, très proche de chez moi, et dans la foulée ma douce Pauline postait sur son blog une tenue avec un collier Lapin de Charlotte Martyr. C’était un premier signe. L’univers de la collection que j’avais découvert me plaisait énormément, je trouvais son style et ses bijoux vraiment différents. Quelques jours plus tard en discutant avec Pauline, j’apprends qu’elle est en contact régulier avec la créatrice et qu’en plus Charlotte Martyr est adorable et abordable. Je buvais les paroles de Pauline car j’avais mis Charlotte Martyr sur un piédestal inaccessible, tant j’étais impressionnée par son talent. Et voilà que Pauline me souffle “hey, il faudrait que je vous mette en contact toutes les deux”! J’en trépignais d’impatience et surtout j’ai tout de suite pensé à ce que j’allais lui dire pour ne pas faire trop groupie et qu’elle ne prenne pas pour une zinzin. Un mail plus tard, Pauline avait fait les présentations: “Charlotte je te présente Stéphanie, Stéphanie je te présente Charlotte, maintenant vous êtes des grandes filles débrouillez vous toutes les deux.” Ah ah, je ne pouvais plus reculer! J’ai donc répondu à ce mail avec quelque chose de complètement différent de ce que j’avais prévu, je suis tombé dans le bateau “j’adore ce que vous faites”. En réponse Charlotte me dit qu’elle est très flattée car elle suit mon blog depuis longtemps, qu’elle est une grande fan et qu’elle admire ce que je fais!! Stupeur à la lecture de sa réponse, non parce que bon, hé ho c’est moi qui t’admire Charlotte et ça ne doit être l’inverse, moi je ne créé rien, enfin c’est un blog, et tu me suis, tu lis les bêtises que je raconte et tout. Je me souviens en avoir parlé autour de moi aussitôt, hey tu sais pas quoi Charlotte Martyr lit mon blog depuis longtemps!! On me regardait d’un air goguenard, ah ouais et alors. Je ne veux pas que vous pensiez que j’en rajoute, mais c’est réellement difficile pour moi de vous expliquer ce qui me lie ainsi à Charlotte Martyr. En fait je pense que si j’étais une créatrice de bijoux c’est exactement ce que j’aimerai faire, tout cet univers, ces inspirations, ce sont les miennes, je les partagent avec elle. Si j’avais une once de talent pour ça, c’est vers ça que j’aimerai aller, en fait Charlotte Martyr est devenue peu à peu une soeur spirituelle. Après ces échanges de mails un peu timide au départ, il a bien fallu que la rencontre se fasse, on ne pouvait pas en rester là. J’apprends que Charlotte viendrait nous voir lors de l’événement ” Viens dans mon dressing”, Pauline et moi y présentions notre marque Call me Ponie. Ce jour là je m’en souviendrais toute ma vie, quand j’ai aperçu Charlotte s’approcher, il y a quelques chose de tellement étrange qui est monté en moi, inexplicable, je me suis mise à pleurer toutes les larmes de mon corps, j’ai pleuré de joie, pleurer comme si une évidence se tenait devant moi. L’émotion était tellement forte que je ne pouvais rien dire, on s’est juste prise dans les bras, et j’ai continué à pleurer de joie. C’est une des plus belles rencontres que j’ai fait dans ma vie, Charlotte est devenue une soeur dans mon coeur. En un regard j’ai compris pourquoi Charlotte me suivait mais j’ai compris aussi pourquoi je l’admirais tant, tout ce talent ne pouvait pas provenir d’une personne ordinaire. Alors oui, aujourd’hui à la lecture de ce billet vous êtes spectateurs de cette histoire d’amitié, vous avez certainement de la peine à comprendre tout ça, mais il est parfois nécessaire de raconter les belles histoires qui nous arrivent, celles qui nous touchent et nous bouleversent. C’est aussi pour essayer de vous faire comprendre tout ce qu’il y a derrière cette présence prépondérante de cette créatrice sur mon blog. J’aimerai aussi vous présenter la dernière collection de Charlotte Martyr, après Caeremonia et ses talismans, c’est au tour de Archeology, des pièces uniques en grès sculptées par Charlotte, mais aussi du marbre, des crânes, des masques, du loup à la panthère. La collection est disponible à La Galerie Voskel à Paris dans le 11e mais aussi ici. A Charlotte ♡
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Breaking Out of My Comfort Zone | ||||||
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I started out writing erotica on a dare. I had no idea about the market, what was being published, or what wasn’t… but once I’d written a short erotic story which got a very good reception, all that changed. I found that I’d really enjoyed writing the story, so I wanted to continue. What’s more, I wanted to get my work published. I started researching books and magazines, and continued to write naughty short stories.
 I was very lucky in that I got one of my first few short stories published in the now defunct Scarlet magazine. The buzz of publication was immense. It spurred me on to pen more smut, and soon afterwards I was fortunate enough to have a story accepted for publication by Xcite Books, in one of their anthologies. From there, I wrote and wrote. Through University and through a full time job (I’m now self-employed), I never stopped. But although my plots became more adventurous, the sex became quirkier, kinkier, and (hopefully) the quality of my work improved, one thing stayed the same. The length of my work. Granted, my average word count per story increased from two to four thousand words, and I even started creeping up towards twelve thousand words on occasion, but I was still firmly writing in the short story category.
Why? Because it became my comfort zone. I entertained vague ideas of novels, and stashed them away in the darkest corners of my brain to be brought out “one day,” but stuck with short stories. That is, until I was enticed out of my comfort zone, like a donkey with a carrot. I was asked if I would like to write a novella for a brand new range of books being put together by Xcite Books. I umm-ed and ahh-ed for a little while, then sent back a “yes please,” before I changed my mind. I knew that once I agreed to it, I wouldn’t back out.
Then I panicked. What would I write about? Did I have a plot detailed enough to sustain a novella length piece of work? Would it erotic enough? Romantic enough? Interesting enough? My panicking was irrelevant, of course, because I’d signed a contract and promised to deliver a manuscript by a certain date, so I could waste time worrying, or just start writing. So I did. And it was a huge learning curve for me. I actually drafted out a plan before I started, which I’d never done before.
Eventually, I finished it. My first novella. I read it, re-read it, tweaked it. Then I hit send and promptly panicked again in case the editor hated it. Thankfully, she didn’t. Other than a couple of minor changes, it was good to go. Woohoo! Then it was a waiting game until the release date… which was this month.
Yes, April brought the release of my first ever novella, as part of Xcite Books’ The Secret Library range of books. My novella is called Off the Shelf, and appears in the book entitled Silk Stockings. Here’s the blurb:
 At 35, travel writer Annalise is fed up with insensitive comments about being left on the shelf. It’s not as if she doesn’t want a man, but her busy career doesn’t leave her much time for relationships. Sexy liaisons with passing acquaintances give Annalise physical satisfaction, but she needs more than that. She wants a man who will satisfy her mind as well as her body. But where will she find someone like that? It seems Annalise may be in luck when a new member of staff starts working in the bookshop at the airport she regularly travels through. Damien appears to tick all the boxes; he’s gorgeous, funny and intelligent, and he shares Annalise’s love of books and travel.
The trouble is, Damien’s shy and Annalise is terrified of rejection. Can they overcome their fears and admit their feelings, or are they doomed to remain on the shelf?
You can check out an excerpt and the buy links here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-secret-library-silk-stockings/
So, I eventually broke out of my short story comfort zone. Granted, my longest piece of writing since the novella has been twelve thousand words, but I broke out once, so I can do it again, right? ;)
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 Happy Belated Birthday Bettie Page! Hope you have a reason to smile wherever you are!
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Mutual Attraction… More From Peanut Butter Vol. 7 | |||||||||
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 Here’s another bit from Vol. 7! Not exactly what I wanted or intended in the beginning but… I like it overall. Plus, it’s a nice transition from the previous panel. On another note: Peanut Butter Vol. 6 is shipping! Pick up your signed copy direct from the the artist (me) here!
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* Au parc à Paris * | ||||||
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Ils peuvent tuer toutes les hirondelles,
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 Another nice little collection of pics from Calvin’s Canadian Cave of Coolness. For more check here.
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 Another one of my favorite actresses and a great photo, thanks to Calvin’s Canadian Cave of Coolness!
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Writhing Monsters | ||||||
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By Lisabet Sarai
I consider myself an equal-opportunity pornographer. I’m convinced that almost anything can be erotic, in the right context. During my decade as a published author, I’ve written stories from almost every gender perspective and sexual orientation. Obviously, there are certain stimuli and situations that push my personal buttons, but in my lifelong quest to comprehend and capture the essence of desire, I’m willing to consider the strangest of fetishes as possible inspirations. In my commissioned work for Custom Erotica Source, in particular (which I discussed a few months ago), I’ve been asked to eroticize scenarios that would not have originally struck me as sexually-charged. My own reactions as well as those of my clients suggest that I succeeded, at least to some extent.
In the last few days, though, I’ve stepped into new sexual territory, for me at least. I just penned my first tentacle porn story, in response to Nobilis Reed’s call for his charitable anthology Coming Together: Arm in Arm in Arm.
What’s tentacle porn? Just ask Wikipedia. Tentacle erotica originated in Japan, more than two centuries ago. The genre imagines the experiences of a human (usually a woman) sexually penetrated by a tentacled creature such as an octopus, squid, worm or extraterrestrial. Sometimes, though not always, tentacle porn stories include a non-consensual or horror element. Tentacle-sex was imported from Japan into American B-grade monster movies. In these lurid films, the victim often died, not from being rent asunder by the invading appendages of the horrific creature perpetrating the tentacle-fuck, but from the violence of her orgasm in response to the obscene pleasure.
My tentacle story, Fleshpot, has a male protagonist and takes place in modern times, though there are suggestions that his tentacled partner is of ancient and mysterious origin. True to the genre, the main character is both aroused and horrified by the tentacles that ensnare him and insinuate themselves into his various orifices. A jaded sex addict, he’s seeking new experiences in the exotic Orient. He gets more than he bargained for.
Why am I sharing all this with you? Well, for one thing, I’m pretty happy with my story. It’s atmospheric, dark and sexy, a little bit shocking (maybe more than a little, for some readers), and very perverse. I don’t know if Nobilis will accept it, but I love the notion of dedicating my dirtiest dreams to charity.
I also feel a special thrill because tentacle porn is so far beyond the pale of “acceptable” erotica. With elements of both non-consensuality and bestiality, it happily breaks the rules of most publishers. In fact, Nobilis produced an earlier collection of tentacle erotica, entitled Tentacle Dreams. Alas, this book was published by the recently closed Republica Press, one of the few book mongers brave enough (along with Freaky Fountain, also unfortunately closed) to take on erotica that deliberately violates taboos. I hope he finds another publisher, because I’d dearly love to read the anthology.
So writing this story, although great fun, was also a political act. I refuse to allow anyone else to tell me what I should find arousing. And although I hadn’t previously considered tentacle sex to be among my personal kinks, I’ve decided I wouldn’t necessarily kick an octopus out of bed.
I love Alessia Brio’s courage in being willing to bring this volume into the world. Not that I’m surprised. She has as little patience with censorship as I do – maybe less. The Coming Together Tabooty series, which was born out of frustration with Amazon’s ill-founded attack on incest and pseudo-incest titles, includes seriously sexy stories nobody else will publish, and – surprise, surprise – sales are brisk. And every time someone gets off on one of our taboo tales, a bit of cash goes to the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom, an organization that fights for the right of consenting adults to have whatever kind of sex they want.
So authors – if you want to strike a blow for sexual freedom while contributing to ocean conservation – if you’re curious as to whether you might find tentacles sexy – if you want to explore just how much you can make your characters squirm – you might consider writing a story for Nobilis’ collection.
I said that this tale was my first tentacle porn attempt, but I realized while reading Wikipedia that my H.P. Lovecraft parody “The Shadow over Desmoines” also features writhing appendages invading unsuspecting orifices. Indeed, Lovecraft is strongly associated with western tentacle erotica, though I doubt he was familiar with the Japanese origins of the genre. If you feel the urge to indulge in some tentacled eroticism, over the top but still, I think, arousing, check the story out.
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What Molly Really Wants… BBC! | ||||||
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 Continuing from the previous panel… The thing I like about this one the most is the lightbulb. Symbolic really but at the same time it perfectly fits with Molly’s thoughts… More from Vol. 7 soon! Also, Peanut Butter Vol. 6 is on its way later on this month! Pre-order your copy here and get a free copy of SizZle Magazine!
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 One of my favorite actresses although… Sometimes I wonder if she’s allergic to clothing. Well, anyway, here’s a nice pic of her thanks to Calvin’s Canadian Cave of Coolness!
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Un billet cosméto parce que ça fait longtemps et surtout j’ai quelque chose à partager avec vous qui me paraît intéressant. Grâce à mon métier de chroniqueuse beauté pour M6 je suis amenée à découvrir et surtout à tester pas mal de produits. Et contrairement à ce que l’on pourrait penser et bien ce n’est pas idéal pour la peau. Déjà pour se faire un réel avis sur le produit il ne suffit pas de l’appliquer 1 fois mais d’attendre que votre peau fasse son turn over et réponde à votre question? Alors ce produit, ça fonctionne ou pas? Mais dans ce laps de temps et bien j’ai déjà reçu quelques autres produits qui eux n’attendent plus qu’être testés, sauf que et bien forcément je n’ai qu’une seule peau et parfois je lui en demande tellement qu’elle a bien fini par faire la tête! J’ai décidé depuis le début de l’année de prendre ma peau en main et d’essayer de me créer des vrais rituels par rapport à mes attentes actuelles. Stress, fatiguante, manque de sommeil, pollution, vent, maquillage à la truelle pour les tournages et shooting avaient fini par me donner un teint assez terne et surtout une mixte infernale à gérer. Ma problèmatique du départ:
Pour tenter de régler ces soucis de peau qui commençaient sérieusement à m’ennuyer je me suis tournée vers l’acide glycolique. C’est quoi? L’acide glycolique est un acide naturel qui fait partie du AHA (acide hydroxylé) issu d’extrait de canne à sucre, betterave ou encore du raisin. L’acide glycolique est utilisé dans les peelings chimiques de la peau mais aussi dans les produits de soin. J’étais déjà accro aux peelings chimiques que je réalisais régulièrement sur ma peau mais j’ai découvert tout une gamme de produits cosmétiques à base d’acide glycolique. Pour commencer j’avais reçu en échantillon 5 doses de masque glycolique pour réaliser des peelings. Séduite par le produit et surtout ses résultats j’ai fait une recherche sur cette marque. Mene & Moy, vous n’en avez certainement jamais entendu parlé ou alors dans les cabines de soins esthétiques, c’est une marque pourtant grand publique qui propose une vaste gamme de produits à bas d’acide glycolique afin de répondre à plusieurs problématiques de peau dont les miennes citées ci-dessus. Ces produits sont essentiellement utilisés dans les cliniques esthétiques avant les chirurgie car ils préparent la peau à une bonne réponse du futur traitement. Voici par quoi j’ai commencé:
Le Cleanser et le masque glycolic. Le Cleanser Sensitive Skin sert à préparer la peau avant le peeling chimique, il est composé d’acide glycolique à 4%. Il peut être également utilisé quotidiennement et jusqu’à 2 fois par jour pour assainir la peau. Et j’ai testé au début, le nettoyage avec le Cleanser Sensitive Skin 2 fois par jour mais c’est vraiment trop agressif pour ma peau. Je pense qu’il faut savoir adapter la fréquence par rapport à la réaction de votre peau. J’utilise également le Cleanser Sensitive Skin comme produit de douche. J’applique 1 fois par semaine le masque glycolic afin de procéder au peeling chimique de ma peau et je respecte strictement le temps de pause de 7 minutes. Entre nous, ne vous attendez pas à un soin cocooning, c’est loin d’être agréable car pendant 7 minutes vous sentez votre peau picoter, gratter et tirailler. On peut réduire le temps de pause à 4 minutes si c’est vraiment désagréable.
La Phytic Cream et Facial C Lotion 20. Après le peeling, je rince correctement mon visage à l’eau tiède pour atténuer cette sensation désagréable et j’applique la Phytic cream qui va hydrater la peau. La Phytic cream contient elle aussi de l’acide glycolique dosé à 8%. Et le matin avant le maquillage j’applique la Facial C Lotion 20 qui contient un trio d’acide pour tonifier la peau.
Le Revitalizing Body Lotion Tellement contente des résultats sur la peau de mon visage j’ai testé la crème pour le corps Revitalizing Body Lotion et là aussi les résultats se sont fait vite remarqué, l’aspect de ma peau a considérablement changé et surtout elle est devenue vraiment plus ferme au niveau des bras et des cuisses. Quelques images de ma peau actuelle, je n’ai pas eu le temps de faire des photos avant le traitement car je ne pensais pas que le résultat allait être si probant. Aspect de la peau et des pores après 5 semaines d’utilisation:
les points noirs sur le nez ont disparus, les pores commencent à se resserrer.
le résultat surtout sur les ailes du nez est frappant, plus aucun points noirs, et les pores commencent à se resserrer.
Au menton là aussi les pores sont propres et sont déjà bien resserrer, c’est l’endroit le plus réactif de mon visage. En résumé:
En conclusion:
Où acheter ces produits et que choisir: Sur le site de Mene & Moy il y a un système très bien fait, pas à pas qui va vous guider et vous conseiller pour le choix de vos produits par rapport à votre problèmatique de peau > ICI < J’ai acheté mes produits sur easypharmacie.com c’est là qu’ils sont les moins chers. N’hésitez pas si vous avez des questions je tâcherai d’y répondre du mieux possible. Et si cela vous intéresse je ferai un petit bilan dans 3 mois. Et merci à celles qui m’ont lu jusque là :). |
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All About Pleasure: Beyond the “Wet Test” | ||||||
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The topic of how erotica is reviewed has actually been on my mind for a while, but I was inspired to write about it here at the ERWA blog after reading Lisabet Sarai’s post at her author blog on dealing with negative reviews, “You Are Not Your Book.” Lisabet makes some excellent points based on her experience as both an author and reviewer, and negative reviews are definitely a challenge for any writer.
However, over the years, I’ve noticed another aspect of the popular approach to reviewing erotica—the primacy of the “wet test,” or using personal arousal to evaluate the quality of a story. Go to any Amazon page for an erotic anthology, and you’ll see that a good portion of the reviewers makes a point to list their favorite stories. A few will also finger the stories they don’t like (pun intended). It’s almost as if someone passed out a template on “how to review erotica anthologies,” with a final exhortation: “Don’t forget to mention at least three stories that got you tingly/hard!”
For a while, I took enthusiastic recommendations to heart as the opinion of the erotic-reading public and would be sure to read the stories that were deemed the standouts for both market research and my own education in good writing. However, I quickly discovered that I did not always agree with the reviewer, that in fact my favorite stories would be completely different titles. (Although, in some cases, I did agree and was guided to some perennial favorites!)
So, you might ask, what’s the problem? People have different tastes in the kind of writing they like and the scenarios and dynamics that arouse them. One could see this standard pattern as a way for the reviewer to reassure the potential buyer that the book “works” as erotica, which is clearly the main reason one buys a book of sexually explicit stories. And yet, unless this buyer shares the reviewer’s particular hot buttons, the book might not “work” at all. Again, there’s nothing really wrong with this kind of review. I did a check of reviews for Best American Short Stories and found that those reviewers also feel compelled to list their favorite and least favorite stories as a way to validate their critical acumen. Maybe this is simply an inevitable way to evaluate a selection of stories by different authors.
And yet, part of me wishes that erotica would be viewed through many different lenses, not merely whether it arouses a reader. This might take a lot more analysis, or it might just involve viewing erotica as an experience which touches the reader emotionally, intellectually, and artistically as well as sexually. Erotica can inspire us to unzip and relieve our red-hot carnal lust on the spot. Or it can simmer in our imaginations for a while and invigorate our next lovemaking in a very unexpected way a few days later. An erotic story can also surprise us, make us sad or even angry, make us see love and sex in a new way, disturb us, show us a new side of our own desire. Certain stories can be sensual and erotic without having much sex in them at all. One of my favorite erotic stories–“Seduction” by Anonymous in Mitzi Szereto’s Wicked: Sexy Tales of Legendary Lovers–did not result in my yanking down my pants and diddling myself to a frenzy. But it did enthrall me with its formal daring, sharp humor, and brilliant insight into the sex appeal of Warren Beatty and the nature of celebrity in general. “Seduction” was a total turn-on for the social critic in me, and yet, like the narrator, I also found myself being drawn into Beatty’s magic web almost against my will.
But perhaps another reader might disagree with my opinion.
I’m not pretending that I have any right to instruct other people how to react to a book, but I think we’d all benefit if reviewers considered giving us a little more than just the titles they liked and the heat level of their response. With the advent of online booksellers, we all get to be critics, and I’m the last person to bemoan the breakdown of the literary industrial complex. However, it would be helpful to other readers and writers if reviewers gave more context for their opinions. Tell us why a story turns you on or intrigues you or disturbs you or lingers on after you put the book down. Treat erotica as a crafted tale as well as a masturbation aid. This would involve a little more time, but there are some great benefits to the reviewer as well. I’ve found that when I’ve delved deeper into why I like a story and why it turns me on, I’ve learned a lot about the workings of my imagination–to the benefit of my sex life and the quality of my writing.
Perhaps it is a far-fetched fantasy to think erotica could be considered and reviewed as literature in a sex-negative society, where anything that touches on sexuality is considered cheapened and base. But, hey, I have an imagination–and in that magical realm we all know anything is possible.
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