Love in Times of Corona: A time-capsule of isolation porn

By BERLINABLE and PORNCEPTUAL

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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Berlinable GmbH
• Release date: Dec 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9783956954252

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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