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Social Date-stancing: Having a Fun Date on Zoom
COVID-19 has forced a lot of us to put our dating lives on hold while we try to protect ourselves and our communities from a fate much worse than being single. But what are you supposed to do, grow old alone because of a little publicly mandated isolation? Now more than ever, singles need a little extra companionship.
Zoom isn’t just for the boring businessmen (unless they have a kinky side, too). Zoom dates are a hot trend in a few different senses of the word. Plus, with a little creativity, a Zoom date can give you even more flexibility than a real date to unwind, cut loose, and get to know each other with as many or as few restrictions as you want.
Zoom Leads to More Legal Fun
Gentlemen4Hire is a platonic escort service that brings you a fun, friendly companionship experience now when you need it most. However, even with escort services, there are some restrictions and guidelines to follow to keep things clean, safe, and, um– shall we say, from getting too risqué.
A Zoom date gives you more flexibility to explore your wild side with your partner in a completely safe space. If you take the right steps, your Zoom date environment can even be totally anonymous to protect yourself and your date. A pre-agreed upon strategy and plan for the perfect date is extra-important for a Zoom date, the extra freedom comes with a little extra ambiguity. Just like an in-person encounter, always be completely clear and sure about matters of consent, even on a remote date.
Hot Hookup Ideas for Your Remote Rendezvous
A remote date doesn’t have to be a boring conversation over a lonely glass of wine on your couch. In fact, you can let your imagination run wild with fun date ideas that you could never enjoy out on the town and yet might still be too boring for a face-to-face evening at home.
On a regular date, you often end the night at home. But on your Zoom date, you’re at home from the get-go. That is, unless, you can take your Zoom date to a safe outdoor space. There’s no reason you can’t have a romantic picnic, a night under the stars, or even a walk on the beach so long as you have a reliable unlimited data connection.
Even in a platonic setting, your Zoom date can have a little extra spiciness. Discuss your boundaries with your escort to find the appropriate limits, and find the perfect environment to have your Zoom call based on that.
Competitive activities like board games and card games become much more exciting over a Zoom date. Not only do you get to enjoy the company of your date, but you get to enjoy complete control over the environment. You don’t have to worry about providing accommodations for your date, and you don’t have to deal with the headaches of going out in public. A Zoom date puts you and your partner right into the action without the hassle of arranging a pickup, finding parking, standing in lines, paying cover charges, or paying for cab fare if you decide to indulge a little too much in the drink.
Think You’re Safe if You’ve Been Tested?
It’s possible, however unlikely, that you and your escort have both been tested for COVID-19 and come back clean. This might tempt you to test an in-person encounter. While some guidelines say that it’s safe to interact outdoors from a distance, the coronavirus presents some challenges as far as dating is concerned.
You’ll be tempted to flirt and interact physically just out of natural habit. Even a professional escort will have the same tendencies in mind; it’s just his job, after all. Beyond safety, imagine the awkward setting of a date where you’re making a conscientious effort to stay away from the other person.
A Zoom date takes care of that awkwardness. Both parties know the stakes, and as a result, they make every effort to get closer despite the distance rather than stay away despite the close proximity. Even if you have every reason to believe that you and your date are both safe and clean, your best bet is to keep your date to the internet until things calm down.
RELEASE BLITZ Title: Redemption Series: Fragile Ties #3 Author: Jennifer Bene Genre: Dark Mafia Romance Release Date: August 3, 2020
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“No one will tear us apart.”
Everything would be easier if he could just tie her up.
Lock her away and keep her safe.
Well… from everyone except him.
But that’s not how love works.
David chose Lianna over his hate. Every part of her.
Love of his life. Heiress to a dangerous crime family.
Prior focus of all his rage and obsession,
and current focus of his… everything.
Her family is the only thing standing in their way.
But family isn’t everything, no matter what they say.
She may share their blood, but those can be fragile ties when put to the test.
In the end, it’s who we choose that matters.
“This is Jennifer Bene at her best, taking us readers all along for a dark and twisty ride into the light. David and Lianna’s lives crashed together through fate, and their journey from hate to love has been anything but easy. I loved how this final book in the series kept me guessing until the very end. I can’t recommend the Fragile Ties series enough. It’s dark romance at its best.” – Livia Grant, USA Today Bestselling Author
“The perfect ending for David and Lianna. It’s twisty & turny and just when you think you have it figured out you realize you don’t have a clue.” – Katie Reads Reviews
“Could not turn the pages fast enough with this brilliantly sculpted read. David and Lianna earned the very best of endings, and Jennifer Bene delivered exactly that, plus more! An absolutely must read!” – Measha Stone, USA Today Bestselling Author
“David and Lianna reach their happy ending in each other in this emotional roller coaster ride of of a story. With an ending you won’t see coming!” – Jennifer D.
“With soul-tearing emotions and scenes that will take your breath away, this final book in the Fragile Ties series gives us everything we could want for David and Lianna’s story. A perfect ending to a perfect love story!” – Shane Starrett
Hi Lovelies. I totally meant to post this on Tuesday, but with everything going on it totally slipped my mind. I wanted to let you know that my mom is now in hospice. The cancer has spread a lot and she’s in so much pain. I know this will be a mercy to her, but I feel so lost right now. It’s just me and my step-grandmother handling all of this and I’ve never felt so alone.
While that is going on, my good friend Zoe put out a bomb-ass series and I wanted you to see it! Take a look at this, not only did she write some amazing stories, she dropped an entire series IN ONE DAY.
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‘Bad Babygirl: The Hacker’
Daddy’s going to own me.
I knew computer hacking would get me into trouble one day, but not like this.
Kidnapped and held captive in a military compound, I’m held down and branded with the number thirteen.
Just when I think my captors have pushed me to the end of my limits, I discover there’s worse to come.
A man forcing me to call him Daddy.
He’s going to make me submit to him.
The more I fight, the more he likes it.
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Excerpt
Tossing my purse on the side table, I turned to close the door behind me and lock it.
A man’s arm reached over my head and slammed the door shut.
Letting out a shocked scream, I turned back… and faced a pair of platinum gray eyes.
“Hello, Gwen.” His voice was dark and low… ruthlessly controlled.
I opened my mouth to scream again.
Julius’ hand wrapped around my throat as he leaned in close.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I can’t have you screaming like that, baby.”
“What do you want, Julius?” I rasped, his grip on my throat an uncomfortable threat.
“I think it is time for new introductions. My name is Ethan Hale.”
He paused. I could see him searching my eyes for any sign of recognition. As if I should know who he was, but I didn’t. Fuck, why didn’t I know who this man was?
“And you are Piper Clayton,” he finished. Fuck.
“I didn’t take any money. I never put the sale through,” I rushed to explain, assuming he was angry I had conned him.
Who the hell was this man and how the fuck was he able to find out my real name and where I live? Oh my god, the dollhouse. The fucking dollhouse. Was he responsible?
“This isn’t about the money, Piper. I want something far more valuable than money from you.”
Without thought, I tried to scream again.
His hand closed around my throat, cutting off my air. My fingers clawed at the back of his hands as I struggled to breathe. Slowly, my body slid up the wall as he used his grip on my throat to lift me off the floor. The pressure on my windpipe increased.
“You’ve been a very bad little girl, Piper. I won’t tolerate any more disobedience. Do you understand?”
His grasp on my throat prevented me from speaking or nodding, so I blinked my eyes to show him I did.
He lowered me to the floor and slackened his grip. After he could see I would no longer try to cry out, he lowered his arm. Straightening his cuffs, he ordered, “Now be a good girl and invite me in for a chat.”
Giving him a dirty look, I responded stiffly, my voice hoarse. “Won’t you come in?”
Taking a step forward, I began to shake as I felt his presence directly behind me. This was bad. Very bad.
I needed to reach my bed. Under the pillow was a .38 special Quinn had given me a few years ago. Taking a few more hesitant steps, I waited till I was close then lunged for the mattress. Falling across it on my stomach, I slid my hand under the pillow.
There was nothing there.
Horrified, I turned on my back and looked up at Ethan. He was standing close to the bed, legs spread wide as he towered over my prone form. Reaching behind him, he pulled the revolver free from his waistband.
“Looking for this?”
With a cry, I rolled onto my stomach and tried to scramble away across the rumpled bed sheets. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me toward him. Reaching down, he fisted my hair and lifted me up.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I cried out as I reached up to try and dislodge his grasp.
Ethan dragged me across the room and pushed me against one of the wide, timber support beams which dotted my loft space.
I watched as he inhaled deeply but said nothing. As if he needed a moment to control his emotions. This was not a man to piss off, I reminded myself, especially if he knew something about David’s murder.
As I waited for his next move, I looked him over. Similar to yesterday at the gallery, he was wearing another custom-made suit. The clean black lines accentuated his broad shoulders and muscled arms. The sharp angles of his jawline and lowered brow heightened the sense of dangerous power he exuded.
I stayed silent. My fingers gripped the smooth wood of the beam behind me in an effort to ground myself and my rioting emotions.
“Little girls who lack discipline tend to get themselves in trouble… very dangerous trouble.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t you?” he challenged as his fingers undid the first button of my cardigan. Oh god.
“Please. Please don’t hurt me.”
Ethan looked into my eyes. I could feel his warm fingers brush my skin as he undid another button.
“If you don’t want me to hurt you, then you need to be honest with me.”
“I don’t know what you want!”
I watched as his eyes flashed with anger and unmistakable need.
Grabbing my jaw with his full hand, he pushed my head back till it connected with the beam. I watched in captive silence as his gaze moved from my eyes to my open lips and back.
“I want you to say that you were a very bad little girl.”
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I love how Zoe has done this series, and I can’t wait for life to slow down so I can read them because they sound super hot. That said, please don’t get upset if I don’t respond to you right away, because I am not going to be online at all for a while. Email is absolutely the best way to get a hold of me, or message my PA, Niki Roge, for anything urgent. Her email is nikiroge at gmail. I love you, lovelies!
There is something delicious in our desire for the corrupt, our ravenous appetite for the brutal, the profane, the unspeakable. The taboo. I write the type of books that give you a frisson of unease; that will have you questioning your own resolve as I take you on a dark ride of twists, kinks and perversions of both the flesh and mind. Enjoy the blush and tremble as you read each decadent word. XOXO Zoe
This #MusicMonday is Pacific from ‘S’ and Jenn Champion. It’s no secret that I’ve had some serious struggles with depression over the past year, and this song showed up at some point during a low time and it made me cry so hard because it just… connected with me. It’s both sad and like a big hug at the same time. It’s not as light-hearted as some of my recent songs, but I can’t keep these powerful lyrics, and the beautiful music that comes with it, away from you, lovelies. <3
Lyrics
Don’t waste your time giving up You know you’ll start over again Find it and fix it, feel the end
Know there is some who loves you
And I’ll find a home on the floor of the ocean I won’t have to see you with someone else there I’ll leave you a note: all the things that I never said Believe there is someone who loves you Believe there is someone who loves you
I played this card too late and… we want different things and I knew this from the start
I feel sad today, and I can’t trade this place, and I think I’ll fall apart And I think I’ll fall apart And I think I’ll fall apart
And all of the sadness seeps in It cradles you out ’till the end And you can’t get away from it And it goes wherever you go
And you can’t get away from it And it goes wherever you go
And you can’t get away from it And it goes wherever you go
And you can’t get away from it And it goes wherever you go(you go) And you can’t get away from it (you go, ohhh) And it goes wherever you go (ohhh) And you can’t get away from it (ohhh) And it goes wherever you go (ohhh)
I’m excited to get this #MusicMonday out to all of you, lovelies, because one of my awesome readers actually tagged me in a post about this song saying that it reminded her of me! Of course, I already love Halsey to death, but I agree that her new song ‘Nightmare’ has some badass lyrics too. Enjoy it, lovelies!
Lyrics
Now I lay me down to sleep… I pray the Lord, my soul to keep… If I shall die before I wake… I pray the Lord, my soul to take.
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life. I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind. They talk shit, but I love it every time, and I realize…
I’ve tasted blood and it is sweet, I’ve had the rug pulled beneath my feet. I’ve trusted lies and trusted men, broke down and put myself back together again. Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters, collected the pieces and picked out a dagger. I’ve pinched my skin in between my two fingers, and wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors.
“Come on, little lady, give us a smile.” No, I ain’t got nothin’ to smile about. I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for a moment to say I don’t owe you a goddamn thing!
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life. I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind. They talk shit, but I love it every time, and I realize…
I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night. That I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night.
No, I won’t smile, but I’ll show you my teeth, and I’ma let you speak if you just let me breathe. I’ve been polite, but won’t be caught dead lettin’ a man tell me what I should do in my bed. Keep my exes in check in my basement, ’cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you’re complacent! I could play nice, or I could be a bully, I’m tired and angry, but somebody should be!
“Come on, little lady, give us a smile.”
No, I ain’t got nothin’ to smile about.
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
a moment to say I don’t owe you a goddamn thing!
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life.
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind.
They talk shit, but I love it every time,
and I realize… I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life.
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind.
They talk shit, but I love it every time,
and I realize…
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware, but I’d rather be a real nightmare, than die unaware, yeah. Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware, but I’m glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers.
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life.
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind.
They talk shit, but I love it every time,
and I realize…
I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life.
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind.
They talk shit, but I love it every time,
and I realize…
I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night. That I’m no sweet dream, but I’m a hell of a night.
