From the descripton on the TES Calendar:

Fight Club. It was hot right? Outside of the movies however, punching people can lead to a really hot scene or to serious damage. This class will teach you control of impact, safe(r) zones in which to punch, where NOT to punch, how to take a punch and more. If you’ve ever wanted to punch your submissive in the face, take this class first. Members $4; Non-Members $8

You can see more of Angel and Sebastian at the beautifully named Toy Box Modern. This promises to be a very interesting evening. I expect to be there – but delayed because I’ll be teaching another class about hitting people in an entirely different – and somewhat more intentionally injurious – context.

The COZY sites, Cozy Academy, Cozy Campus and Cozy Frog are among the best-designed DIY or how-to sites I’ve seen about any subject.

If you’re looking for adult-industry news, the sibling site Cozy Frog is the place to go. Super easy to navigate – easy to focus on what you need to know and find well-written, mini-courses, starting from the beginning.

The Cozy Frog Start-Up Tutor – is like an internal portal with about a hundred articles. Here are a few:

Your Newbie Gallery Questions Answered!

Not So Cozy Critics!

How Many Hours Does It Take?

The Cozy Frog Start-Up Tutor is only one of over a dozen internal portals, each one leading more dead-on tutorials:

Content and Niches;

Legal Help;

Hosting Helper

Web Design;

Now let’s “drill down” a bit (once you’re writing about porn, it’s very hard to avoid thinking of every double meaning) in the Web Design category:

Hire a Pro Designer! This one, by their chief writer, TitMowse, makes a compelling case that site creators need pro designers – but also have to learn enough to build them on their own – if only to understand the design process:  ((TitMowse is here using in part the reasoning of Joseph Stiglitz, who won the Nobel Prize in 2001 for his work on information asymmetry. When one party knows nothing about the service being negotiated, can’t tell good work from bad – markets don’t work well. The COZY people are trying to help their readers become more savvy and more powerful in negotiating with web designers. That will also save money – the clearer a client can be about what he or she wants the easier it’ll be for the designer to get the job done in less time)).

At Cozy, we have long recommended that you learn HTML. Most adult webmasters start out working alone. Each one of you develops a set of skills, integral to success in this industry. You must know how to correct bad code or embed an ad banner on a page. With HTML or JavaScript or CSS, one missing character is all it takes to fuck up a site.

We also advise that you understand and recognize the concepts behind a winning website. Usability, color, content, marketing text and placement. You have to be able to step back from your page and see it as your surfers see it. You need to compose your page in a manner that entices them instead of pleasing you. We want you to build your own sites and learn about adult design using your own hands. Problems arise, even with a designer on staff. You will always need to pinpoint and rectify those problems. The knowledge you gain by learning the code for building webpages (HTML) is invaluable. The appreciation you gain for good design increases as you apply your knowledge. Ultimately, your overall experience with site building will help you choose the right professional.

What you need to decide is whether or not the moment has arrived for you to hire a pro. Paysite operators aren’t only people that contract the services of design providers. Perhaps you run a free site that gets a lot of traffic but no matter how you arrange your sponsor banners, change your colors or retool your layout, your conversions are horrible. Could be you just need piecemeal work like a set of ad banners or a new logo. Maybe you want to buy a pre-made template for a gallery or an adult blog. Designers perform a myriad of tasks, aside from top-to-bottom paysite construction. If you are at the point where your personal attempt at creativity is holding you back, that is when it’s time for a master.

We promise to tell you more about The COZY sites, Cozy Academy, Cozy Campus and Cozy Frog in the near future. How to pick a host, stay out of trouble (legal risk), and even jobs listings.

]]> http://sexblogconspiracy.com/2009/05/lust-greed-and-free-speech-how-to-do-it-at-home-for-fun-and-profit/feed/ 0 http://sexblogconspiracy.com/2008/08/erotic-literature-at-eroticarevealedcom/ http://sexblogconspiracy.com/2008/08/erotic-literature-at-eroticarevealedcom/#comments Sat, 30 Aug 2008 21:40:26 +0000 RWilkinsIII http://sexblogconspiracy.com/?p=95 Erotica Revealed is a site for erotic literature and literary criticism. Founder D.L. King explains it this way on their website:

We started EROTICA REVEALED in what seemed to be an absence of a coherent critical response to a central vein of modern literature.

While there are places to find the equivalent of ‘upbeat consumer reports’ or ‘man on the street’ opinions, there are few places to look for experienced, thoughtful criticism about the erotic in literature.

Don’t expect to find inflated praise or artificial cheerfulness here.  Do expect to find instead, a genuine enthusiasm for graceful and imaginative writing about sex.

It’s unlikely that, after spending time at EroticaRevealed, one wouldn’t be at great risk at spending too much money on new books. Dangerous place, that. I’m currently under a “no book purchase” order, so you’ll have to do this on your own.

]]> http://sexblogconspiracy.com/2008/08/erotic-literature-at-eroticarevealedcom/feed/ 0 http://sexblogconspiracy.com/2008/08/tilda-calls-out-mario-puzo/ http://sexblogconspiracy.com/2008/08/tilda-calls-out-mario-puzo/#comments Sat, 30 Aug 2008 20:09:52 +0000 RWilkinsIII http://sexblogconspiracy.com/?p=79 In high school, without really having access to porn – I occasionally stumbled on things that seemed to be bits of porn intentionally embedded in other things. Particularly the scene in The Godfather – my recollection is page 27 of the paperback edition – in which Sonny Corleone fucks a bridesmaid against a bedroom door during his sister’s wedding. The sex is so good that she becomes his mistress.

Tilda has written an even better sex-during-wedding proceedings piece, “I do. As often as I can.” We’re going to pander to the audience here and excerpt the really hot parts – but those of you who aren’t here just for the sex should read the thoughtful parts.

I have only been a bridesmaid once before (really more like a best woman), for my friend Katherine and her girlfriends commitment ceremony. This time it was for my favorite cousin. I stood there at the front of the church, perched on a step, stiff and proper as my feet slowly started to go numb in my new heels. I could feel the beads of sweat collect inside my invisible, adhesive bra purchased in haste at the Target next to the hotel. I forgot how low my dress came down in the back and had neglected to procure the correct undergarment. The dress also revealed a massive bite mark just below my right shoulder. I panicked for a moment, but decided that between explaining the mark and revealing my bra strap, the latter was the lesser of the two evils.

My mother, helping me into the silicone boob stickers said, “What’s that mark on your back?” I sighed, “What does it look like, mom?” Feeling a sudden urge for transparency I said, “It’s a bite mark, now how does this bra-thing work?”

She paused, “If anyone asks, we’ll just say you had an accident.”

So, I stood there with a frozen smile on my face, gripping the bouquet as song after song after song was sung (god, so many songs) and my mind drifted to an old boyfriend and his brother’s wedding. I wore a sensible sleeveless black dress and little black heels. Underneath, I chose stockings in anticipation for some shenanegans. As as one of the best men, he looked dashing in his black suit and silk tie. We both cleaned up pretty nice. We had yet to realize that our relationship was held together only by sheer laziness and a mutual appreciation for his penis.

It was sometime after the food and before the cake that we sneaked off to the upstairs bathroom. He closed the door behind us, but I don’t think he bothered to lock it. He pushed me over and I gripped the sink as he ran his hands up my thighs, lifting my dress, rubbing my ass framed by the garters. He gave my butt a few little slaps and reached in front to rub my pussy through my damp underwear, making them wetter than they already were, until he finally just pulled them down and off over my heels.

He pushed me down even further so my head was bumping into the tap. The sink was right underneath the window, overlooking the garden and I watched the guests chatting and finishing their meal under the tent while he fingered my cunt. He collected as much of my juice as he could and slipped his fingers into my ass using my lube as his lube. I heard him spit on his hand then felt the head of his dick at my asshole. I raised up on my toes and shoved my ass out waiting for the push, that first tiny bit of resistance, that little, “Oh yeah, this isn’t a cunt” and then straight to the hilt, both of us groaning. I heard the tinkle of cutlery on glass from outside and watched one of his brothers stand up. With my head bumping against the tap in time with his thrusts I gasped, “Your brother’s giving a toast.” He just grunted, placed his hand on my lower back, pushed me down further so he could get a little deeper and fucked me harder.

My knees buckled, I ground my ass up to meet him and urgently fingered myself until I came, suppressing a long guttural moan. My ass clenched on to his cock and he came up my ass screaming into the fabric of my bunched up dress.

We straightened ourselves up. He wiped off any traces of fluid I might have left behind on his lovely trousers and I did the same. I was tempted to use the decorative monogramed towels to wipe myself off, but that would have just been rude. I checked my face in the mirror and we joined the rest of the guests just in time for the cutting of the cake. As we stood posing for the photographer, surrounded by his family, I could feel his come leaking out of my asshole.

This weekend, I was expecting a bombardment of, “So when are you getting married, your little cousin needs a playmate, when are you having kids, don’t you want to get married and have kids?” Fortunately, there were only a few isolated incidents and no one mentioned the bite mark. My cousin and her new husband beamed and giggled all day like teenagers, speeches were made that brought tears to my eyes, my new family members were lovely and interesting and fun. My three year old little cousin, the flower girl, wrapped me firmly around her tiny little finger.

Back at the hotel, I kicked off my shoes and peeled the bra off of my tits, relieved to have it over with. More than that, I was relieved that I was not left with an overwhelming need to be married or to have an adorable three year old of my own. I wasn’t envious of my cousins handsome husbands and brilliant kids. At all.

I did, however, leave insanely horny, for what that’s worth.

I do. As often as I possibly can. From Tilda – on Fuck: A Love Story.

]]> http://sexblogconspiracy.com/2008/08/tilda-calls-out-mario-puzo/feed/ 0 http://sexblogconspiracy.com/2008/08/the-axe-that-dare-not-speak-its-name/ http://sexblogconspiracy.com/2008/08/the-axe-that-dare-not-speak-its-name/#comments Sat, 30 Aug 2008 01:58:50 +0000 RWilkinsIII http://sexblogconspiracy.com/?p=78 That is, The Unspeakable Axe. Here’s an excerpt from   The Party, Part 2: Tenderized:

I had just been tied up, scratched, beaten and drooled on. I was a very happy boy. I was standing around trying to keep a big silly grin from taking over my face.

Troy came up to me and said “Hey how’s it feel to finally play at a play party?”

I wanted to say “good” or “fine thank you” or something that sounded more cool but what came out was probably something that sounded like “awwwwwwweeeessssoooooooooommmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee”.

That was when Troy mentioned that the party would be coming to an end soon and then added, “Lets whip you first”.

This was to be the second time Troy had whipped me at a play party. After the first time she mentioned how everyone stopped what they were doing just to watch. I can’t say that I blame them. People probably stop to watch Troy put butter on her toast.       

She had me take my shirt off and face her A-frame mounted on the wall. My hands gripped the wood as she started to make rhythmic beats on my back.

This is where things get really foggy for me. When I’m experiencing this kind of pain, everything else goes away. The only thing that exists is me and the other person but there’s no time involved. There will be moments when it feels like it is lasting forever and others when it feels like it just started a nanosecond ago.

I only remember emotions. Sometimes I get angry. Not at the person doing the whipping, but at the pain. Sometimes I get angry that it’s not always there when I need it and sometimes it’s because it just fucking hurts. Maybe anger isn’t the right word. It’s just a release of emotion when I feel that kind of pain. I was a little embarrassed when I realized everyone was looking at us. (Ok maybe more Troy than I, but hey…I was the sidekick to this little show).

For me, bdsm is more about the person than the act (not that it’s not about the act as well..but…well you know what I’m getting at). Troy almost becomes the whip– she’s not using an implement as much as she’s making the whip an extension of herself. The whip isn’t whipping me, she is.

It was raw. It was hot, it was…yummy.

And there’s more just as good as this.  The Unspeakable Axe.

So after a full day of crazies, what are the odds that you would still be up at 1:30 am, bored and looking for something to do. OK, the odds are good, as you are a night person as opposed to a morning person.

But then what are the odds that you’d break out a corona? Pretty slim, since you don’t drink much. But you even have a lime to slice and squeeze into the corona, and a princess house crystal pilsner glass to drink it from, so you go for it.

What are the odds that you’d find yourself horny as hell about 20 minutes later and watching gay porn on the net?

Well, odds are 100% that you’d be horny after a beer, ’cause one’ll do it every time.

And the odds are 50% that you’d be looking at gay porn — the other 50% would be s&m porn, specifically male sadists being creative in inflicting pain on female masochists. One or the other, every time.

What Are The Odds, Gone Kinky. On this thing called bdsm – which we’ll try to catch up on and keep up with.

Submission and Coffee is a free educational BDSM PODCAST produced by a happily married couple in a 24-7 master/slave relationship. Most episodes contain high-quality digital audio recordings of real-life demonstrations of safe, sane and consensual bondage and lovemaking between two (or more) responsible adults. Submission and Coffee also contains sparkling conversations of serious literary, artistic, political, and/or scientific value.

Here’s the RSS feed.

Here’s the iTunes feed.

And, no surprise – something I found out about on Fetlife. What’s Fetlife?

FetLife is a social utility, like Facebook and mySpace, but designed specifically for the BDSM & Fetish community. FetLife makes it easy for you to stay in contact and keep up-to-date with what has been happening in the lives of your kink friends.

We are 100% Pervert Certified. Everyone who works on FetLife has been rigorously tested and found to be big pervs… and we think that is a good thing.

• Mewdy  thoughtful and sexy. But a lot of what she’s being thoughtful about is … well, you figure it out
• PsychoSlut (don’t let the profile name disturb you – just treat her politely – and you’ll probably be okay)
  
  
• LastYearMan (don’t let this profile name fool you – he’s entirely au courant) – what happens when you cross a librarian/indexer, with a sex god, and a museum curator. Or something like that.

Check out this cycling (no, not bicycling) set from Ken Marcus.

Today’s Free Erotica.