Love in Times of Corona E-Book

BERLINABLE

• Herausgeber: Berlinable UG (haftungsbeschränkt)
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 109

Beschreibung

Weird dreams, no toilet paper in stores, anxiety-inducing headlines, sharing the feeling of being locked inside with the rest of world. Wearing out the sex toys, finding new ways to masturbate, searching online for company, discovering new ways to play with your partner, mixing home office and sex, lusting after the roommate next door. We have all lived through it. And now all of it can be found in a compilation of tasteful, electrifying erotic stories and photographs. A work from artists from all over the world – that bring their own unique perspectives to lockdown desires – brought to you by BERLINABLE & Pornceptual. A free eBook, to read, look at, masturbate to, and reminisce about the strange moment in which, for a brief moment, humanity was put in lockdown together.

Leseprobe

LOVE IN TIMES OF CORONA

A time-capsule of isolation porn

Presented by

BERLINABLE & PORNCEPTUAL

Artcover: Eme Sofia

Copyright: BERLINABLE UG

BERLINABLE invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

All rights reserved. It is not permitted to copy, distribute or otherwise publish the content of this eBook without the express permission of the publisher. Subject to changes, typographical errors and spelling errors. The plot and the characters in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to dead or living people or public figures is not intended and are purely coincidental.

Preface

In 2020, the world was swept by a new virus. Suddenly, everyone was forced into their homes. Human contact was strictly forbidden. Stores closed, stadiums empty, only the wind running in the streets. Across all parts of the globe.

For the first time in a long time, humanity was forced to retreat together. Couples were forced to be with one another every single minute of the day. Singles were banned from meeting new people – and had to make peace with their own company.

This unique chapter in humanity's history brought many rare emotions to the surface; the first pandemic in 100 years, the first time anyone alive had to deal with a worldwide virus threat. In a world of fast connections, dates à la carte, flights that can bring anyone anywhere – it all came to a sudden halt.

In the quiet streets, from the limits of our confinements, we as a society experienced something singular; the collective missing of what we came to understand as normal life. We were forced to realize how much human connection is not only an essential part of everyday life, it's also fundamental to life itself.

The yearning for kinship was ever-present. How much we would like to touch and be touched, kiss and be kissed, let our skins flow and collide together with other humans. Sex was something more private than it ever was before.

Each of us in our homes, we had to look into ourselves. Delve deep into the particular universes inside our minds, hearts, and bodies. In the beautiful confinements of our deepest fantasies, we found new galaxies of desires, needs, and sexual chimeras.

This eBook reunites all of this; collects all those flakes of human stardust, floating around our empty streets, sprinkling our collective imagination. A time-capsule of human desire blooming in isolation, so one day, when this is all over, we can look back and understand how the changes the Pandemic brought had their genesis.

In this eBook you will find a compilation of erotic stories and photographs. From artists from all corners of the world. All races, ages, sexual preferences, and genders. Capturing a little bit of their souls in such a weird moment. The magnifying glasses of Internet and social media, the cyber connections scrambling to replace face-to-face encounters. The odd and vivid dreams. The desires for the roommate sleeping next door. The new kinks blossoming in a period of introversion. All of that, in one piece of art.

We would like to deeply thank our authors and photographers, for pouring their soul and letting us peek into the keyhole to see their private lives in quarantine. We would like to also thank our partners in crime at Pornceptual for making such a special project possible.

Let us never forget that sex is a creative expression of the human soul.

From us with Love

PORNCEPTUAL & BERLINABLE

Ana Ornelas

Giada Armani

Anna Fiene

Mailin Pretschner

Raquel Fedato

Chris Phillips

WORK OF ARTISTS FROM:

ARGENTINA

AUSTRALIA

BRAZIL

FRANCE

GERMANY

ICELAND

INDONESIA

ITALY

LEBANON

NORWAY

POLAND

ROMANIA

RUSSIA

SPAIN

SWITZERLAND

UK

USA

Photographer: Kirra Cheers (ig @kirracheers)

Model: Kyla Ernst-Alper (ig: @ kygwen)

Sex in the Time of Corona

By Desmond Blume

In the morning, as the number of confirmed Coronavirus cases climbed past 35,000 in Germany, I drove my cock deep inside her from behind. The warmth and sweat of sex from our bodies encountered the cool March air. I pulled her arms behind her, grabbed the hair on the back of her head, as if she were a maiden, bound to the front of a ship, heading into stormy, unknown waters.

At the table, Minna spread brie on good German bread as we discussed "The 'Not a Checklist' Negotiation Sheet" by Tornus. I had sent her the list back when the supermarkets were still stocked with toilet paper. Minna had told me that the checklist was a turn off. Suddenly, she asked me if I liked the wine she had chosen.

"I didn't know if it peers with the cheese," she said.

"What?"

"How do you say it? Peer. Pear?"

"Pair."

"I can never get that right."

"That's a tough one."

"It's like when I studied abroad and they laughed at how I said squirrel."

"How do you say squirrel?"

"Squirrel."

"Sounds fine."

"You should have heard me then."

"Wie sagt man squirrel auf Deutsch?"

"That's hard. Eichhörnchen."

"What? Einhonen?"

"Eichhörnchen."

"Eich hoon shin."

"Almost. Eichhörnchen."

"That's squirrel?"

"Yes. You know 'chen'? It's a, how do you say? Diminutive."

"But you don't say r's in Berlin. Eichhörnchen."

"That's better. Almost."

"So, the checklist?"

Minna explained that she didn't like the labels. She preferred to trust her partner and explore. I scratched my beard. I had been trying not to touch my face but I had a habit of stroking my beard.

"I understand that. But, I think it can really help to frame limits and rules. I mean we don't have to go through the whole list right now," I told her.

"You send a German a list and you know what happens," Minna said, mockingly.

We fondled our way into the bedroom. The harsh light from the ceiling shone down unromantically. We took some photos recreating a Vettriano painting. I tied a rope around Minna's waist, just above her hips, then around the bottom of her butt, then around her upper thighs. I kept looping the rope around her legs until it reached her ankles. When I was finished, it looked as if the maroon rope was a ladder climbing up from her feet to her stomach. It was beautiful and constricting.

I pushed her onto the bed and tied her hands above her head. I went to kiss her but this time there was something different. I felt our energies conflicting. She didn't kiss me back. When I went to slip my hand between her legs she pulled away.

"Are you being a brat?" I asked her. I put my hand around her neck. "I know you like this, don't you?"

Minna didn't answer. I looked into her eyes but they were cold. Usually she melted under my touch. There was something different now. I listened for our safe words, "wait", to slow it down, or "stop", to completely cease the play, but she didn't say them. Minna struggled under my grip.

"You're fighting me more than usual," I said.

She gritted her teeth.

"Maybe I want you to fight for it," she said.

I paused, uncertain as to what to do next. I grabbed the back of her head by her hair.

"Do you want me to fight for it?" I asked.

Minna didn't answer. She just stared. Her eyes were hard to read. I slapped her butt harder than usual. I untied the rope around her legs, pushed them open and tried to slip my hand up, almost touching the lips of her. She jerked her hips back and forth, evasively. I held her down by her chest and used more force with my hand between her legs. My hand made it to her pussy and it was dry. This wasn't normal for her. Usually she was dripping wet. I grabbed her jaw and tried to kiss her as my fingers almost made their way inside of her.

"Wait. Stop. Stop," she said sharply. "Stop."

Automatically, I pulled away. Minna was panting nervously. She closed her eyes and rolled away from me. I untied her hands and laid down next to her. I went to draw my hand caressingly down her back but she moved away. I pulled a blanket over her and lay down next to her.

A few minutes later, I switched the light from the ceiling to the bedside table. Everything felt less harsh. Softer.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I just need a few moments," Minna said.

We lay in bed for a while longer. I wondered what had happened.

"Okay," Minna said a moment later. She rolled over. "Sorry," she said.

I tried to look in her eyes but she avoided that. She had come back from wherever she went but not all the way. She seemed fragile.

"There is no reason to be sorry. If anyone is sorry it's me. I'm sorry," I told her. "I just feel like I didn't know what was real. I didn't know whether you were playing or whether it was real. Can you tell when it's real?"

She didn't respond right away. There was still distance there.

"I told you it's complicated with me, "she said. "I promise you it goes away when I trust someone. The longer we play, the less scared I feel. Part of it is that I want to push myself. I want you to play rough. I want you to take control. But sometimes I feel both of these things. What I want and what scares me. It's a question of which one wins in the moment."

She curled up into the crook of my neck and then pulled her head back to look at me. Her eyes were green with a rusty hue. They held many layers. She continued.

"This is how complicated it is with me. I want it. But I'm scared. I have to ask you. How much are you holding back from what you want from me?"

She laid her head on the bed and closed her eyes. Perhaps bracing for the answer or transcending into her own, dark space. Her question surprised me.

"How much am I holding back?" I asked. I thought about what had just happened. It didn't feel right to me. It felt like I couldn't tell the difference between real and play. It could have ended up much worse than it did. Perhaps with someone less caring, considerate, or empathetic. I felt conflicted. I had never had the opportunity to force someone like that. To force someone like I did in my fantasies. I felt confused.

"I just want to know what you want," I said. "If I don't know that, I don't think I can do this."

I felt Minna's emotions, as if they were a wave into which we were about to crash. I felt the vulnerability between us that is only derived from awkward and intense sexual experiences. No one else in our life would ever see us this way.

"It's confusing. I know," Minna told me. "All I can say is that if we keep playing then my panic attacks will go away. The more I trust you, the more I will be comfortable with what I want. Just stay close to me this time."

Across the courtyard, we could hear a TV show. From a different flat, a couple was having sex. We could only hear the woman but we could tell when the man began thrusting faster and faster.

Again, I tied Minna's hands above her head. I pushed her back onto the bed. I drew my fingers up and down her thigh high stockings. I nibbled and bit at her nipples. She moaned. I kissed her neck and pulled her hair. I felt between her legs. This time she was wet. I teased her pussy with my fingers, hinting I would put them inside of her but then pulling them away. Eventually, I used my tongue to tease her clit. I slowly circled it, gently applying pressure, then increased the frequency and pushed on it more and more. I slipped my fingers inside of her only after she begged me to. I placed my knees by her head, still playing with her pussy, sliding my fingers in and out, curling them on the back of her clit, while she sucked on my cock and got it hard. I slipped a condom on and drove my cock deep inside her and held it there. Then I took it out and licked her more. I continued this exchange- fucking then licking- until she didn't know what she wanted. She begged me to fuck her. Then she begged me to continue licking her. Then she begged me to keep fucking her. Eventually, under my tongue, with an eruption of energy and pleasure, moans and convulsions, she came.