Wickedly Inspirational Women

One way of describing our latest Wickedly Inspirational Woman is a small-but-mighty pocket rocket. You’ll undoubtedly recognise her if you’re a fan of @wearewickeduk on Instagram, where she regularly graces our feed as we’re a big fan of her. And though she be but little, she is fierce. Vonny Lang is a walking talking embodiment of female sexual liberation. She radiates sexual empowerment and self-ownership as a lingerie model, she delivers sexual enlightenment and safe-space energy to others through the play-parties and events that she curates. Similar to the ladies behind Skirt Club (with whom our interview is linked ‘here’),...

The world of play parties are vast and varied. For every kind of kink, and every fringe of fetish, there is a community of unapologetic explorers who descend on underground nights to embrace their desires and inclinations with other like-minded, curious characters. While these spaces are liberating – allowing those in attendance to embrace their sexuality without question or query – in some there continue to be outdated social and gender constructs that resemble the hetronormative, archaic, outside world. Whether it be charging women cheaper admission, using the tactic used in nightclubs all over the world, in which women’s looks...

We want to shout it from the rooftops; women do not have expiration dates. This is something we previously celebrated with our blog post with @natureslingerie. Even more so, a woman can not be confined into one category, one label, one set of values. It has been portrayed in the media for the longest time that a woman cannot be (blank) and sexy. Fill the blank with whatever you wish; a mother, a wife, a business professional, we have no doubt there’ll be some sad case of the media portraying a woman in an ill light, because she balances that...

As we regularly celebrate, we don’t believe your lingerie should only be reserved for the bedroom. We know you feel most empowered, strong and sensual when you’re draped in leather and lace, allowing your inner minx to be worshipped in all her glory, but who said that this could only happen in the soft candle light of a boudoir late at night? What stops you from doing something wicked, somewhere liberating; basking in the glorious sunshine, embracing a cool chill of a crisp breeze? Those little heart-racing moments, the thrill of the prospect of being caught, in giving an unsuspecting...