Monday, July 30, 2018

Stretched at the Clinic by Guy Stacks (#femdom #forcedbi #erotica)

Stretched at the Clinic was a lot of fun, with Guy Stacks exploring how an arrogant Alpha male is taken down a peg and made to appreciate his partner's pleasure. It does have an odd tendency to equate bisexuality with femininity (for the record, there is no feminization here, despite some of the language used), but not in a negative way.

First, Rob is defined very well, allowing us to understand just how much of an arrogant, domineering, controlling, Alpha Male is . . . and appreciate just how thoroughly (and happily) he learns to submit to the pleasure of others. Second, the nurses at the clinic are beautifully dominant, trained to use their sexuality to treat their patients, without any sort of humiliation or degradation. Finally, the doctor himself is a refreshing sort of gentle dominant, a man who knows how and when to insert himself into the scene, taking advantage of Rob at his most vulnerable.

This is not a story of breaking an Alpha, but of reshaping a more well-rounded man to accept and enjoy his hidden beta tendencies. Lighthearted, with an emphasis on fun and pleasure, Stretched at the Clinic was an erotic surprise that has me excited to explore more of Guy's stacks.

I'm Guy Stacks and I write raunchy, explicit smut - just the way it ought to be. I've got a lot of wild stories in my head drawn from years of sexual experiences and encounters. I doubt there are asylum patients who've done crazier stuff than I have.

My Wife Is an Alien by Eva Roche-Poésy (#futa #mpreg #erotica)

My Wife Is an Alien by Eva Roche-Poésy is not at all the book I was expecting. The cover blurb sounded playful and fun, but the story is actually much darker than that, opening on a melancholy note, and wandering into dubious consent territory by the end. In terms of narrative, it is a bit disjointed and unfocused, leaping between scenes and exploring POVs that do not really fit, assuming it is a story being told to a reporter - and, if it is not, then the scenes with the crazy, bubbly reporter really have no purpose.

That said, it is a stronger story for its darker emotions, and I am still glad I gave it a read, even if it seems we will never get the promised second part.

Fred is a wonderful character, a man for whom we feel immediate sympathy. Brenda, his wife, is not as well-developed in terms of personality, but her transformation is fantastic. We get to see a professional, distracted, very feminine wife (who rarely has time for sex) grow bigger, stronger, more passionate, and more sexually dominant. She comes to overpower her husband in every way, forcing him to perform and endure sex acts he never before imagined.

Brenda's newly developed futanari nature is a bit odd, not quite what we are used to seeing in the genre, but still exciting. There is a lovely sense of anticipation and discovery as Fred slowly comes to realize how much his wife has changed, and I liked that the story never loses sight of mutual pleasure in exploring his final submission.

Sadly, the story ends on a cliffhanger, and I fear we may never see it resolved, as it has been more than 2 years since Roche-Poésy last published. Read it, review it, and spread the word, and maybe (just maybe) we can woo her back for the sequel.

Author and artist Eva Roche-Poésy was born in France, grew up in NYC and in her mid 20s returned to Europe where she continued to write and travel. She ghost writes for numerous travel blogs and magazines and has lived in Denmark, France, German, Russia, The Netherlands and Spain. She spends her days playing with her kids, writing and searching for delicious wines and interesting foods.

Sunday, July 29, 2018

#TGCaption - The Wedding Ceremony (#wedding #romance #transgender)

TG Captions are one of my favorite forms of storytelling. There is no narrative fluff, no extraneous details, just the hook, the twist, and the climax.


I had a lot of fun with their wedding invitation yesterday, working through some anger in the process, and creating this . . . well, it put a smile on my face that no bigot or zealot could ever hope to pray away.

Saturday, July 28, 2018

#TGCaption - The Wedding Invitation (#wedding #romance #transgender)

TG Captions are one of my favorite forms of storytelling. There is no narrative fluff, no extraneous details, just the hook, the twist, and the climax.


The moment I saw this photo - the texture of the background, the pose, the tattoos, the apple and the snake - I immediately thought Wicked Wedding Invitation! I had a lot of fun with this, even as I worked through some anger of my own, leading to something beautiful . . . tomorrow!

Friday, July 27, 2018

Freebie Fetish Friday - Putting the TG in TGIF!

Well, if it's Friday, then it must be time to bend our way into the weekend with Freebie Fetish Friday.

Every Friday I search through the weekend's free titles on Amazon, looking for those that might be of interest to similarly bent readers, fans, and lovers. Even if you don't have a Kindle, you can still download the titles through one of Amazon's free reading applications, or covert it with Calibre to load onto a Kobo, iPad, or anything else.

Please do be sure to check the price before downloading anything, as most freebies are limited time offers, and some are specific to certain regions.

                                                                           

Enjoy!

Friday Flash: Post No Bills (#friflash #transformation)


Post No Bills

She made me slather the wall with glue and stick the garish poster directly on top of the “No Bills” sign. The very idea made her chuckle. It was that same soft, suggestive laugh that I’d first heard from behind me, before all went dark, days ago.

Days ago? Weeks? Was that right? I didn’t think it could be months. Could it? No matter.

Hard to believe the picture was of me. The flawless skin. The plump, red lips. The shimmering eyeshadow. The false lashes. The masquerade mask, changed every night, and never the same one twice. The flowers. Oh, how I’d come to hate those flowers. They smelled divine – she insisted I use that word – but their thorns snagged in my hair and left their mark on my breasts.

My breasts. It still sounded so weird to say those words.

Only the hands retained any semblance of manhood. The expensive creams had softened a lot of my rough calluses, and the long, painted nails artificially extended them, giving them the illusion of femininity, but they were still the hands of a common laborer. A man.

It shames me to admit it, but the expression is the most honest part of the poster. Look at it. Stare at her. Take me all in. You see it, don’t you? The bliss is written all over my face. Those eyes shimmer with deepest contentment, and those lips whisper of pleasures unseen. She’d taken that picture during the last exhibition, capturing my transformation for the entire world to see.

What you don’t see are the people who surrounded me, the men and the women who had paid so handsomely to be interactive with her work of art. There’d been a grossly overweight Spanish man sitting atop me, my member buried deep inside him. I can remember the weight of him, the way his hands dug into the soft flesh of my stomach with every thrust of the giant Namibian woman behind me. She’d had a purple monstrosity strapped around her waist, a weapon of pleasure that she wielded with exquisite skill, in carefully measured strokes.

One of my hands had been inside an adorable French woman, my fingers fluttering like a flower while my palm rubbed hard against her bud. My other hand had been curled like an autumn leaf, having stroked so many men to climax that I’d still had trouble opening it the next morning.

Of it all, what I remember most was the Scandinavian couple, husband and wife, who had been kept so busy licking my breasts clean of spectator tribute. The rest of me was being used in new ways, but my breasts . . . they were the only part of me that was new, and the novelty had yet to wear off.

Tonight? No mask. No flowers. No Bill. Something in me had blossomed, casting him aside.

Look closely, beneath the mask. A star is born - Sleezy by name, sleazy by trade.

Ask for me. Please.



Friday Flash is a biweekly meme in which participants are provided with an image, and then challenged to write a flash fiction story of no more than 500 words using it, inspired by it, or as a reaction to it. After a year's absence, fellow Sister in Smut F. Leonora Solomon has resurrected the meme, so be sure to pay her a visit (click on the Friday Flash image) and join in the fun.

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Clinical Trials by Shadoman (#comics #chastity #femdom #pegging)

After a brief break for the holidays, we are back with some more illustrated delights, courtesy of Amazing Transformation Comics.


You know, some things really are too good to be true, and Dana and Robbie should have know that. Sure, money was tight, but committing to year-long Clinical Trials that they know nothing about and cannot discuss was a rather foolish choice. How foolish? Well, let us just say Shadoman does not disappoint!

It all starts out simply, with a resort type experience that the boys have no problem enjoying, but it all starts to go wrong the night they have sex with a pair of nurses in the hot tub. Some injections, forced milking, restraints, sci-fi transformation therapy, and mental conversions later, they soon learn what the trials are all about.

Shadoman makes it interesting, with Dana clueless about what has happened, confused but accepting, and Robyn fighting it so hard, he needs another round of conditioning. It creates a contrast of caring and nurturing, versus cruelty and breaking. Dana's story is my favorite, partially because she realizes she wanted this all along, and partly because her sexual training is so erotic and delightful. Of course, having Robyn awaken from her additional conditioning, already eager to please the man beside her, has an erotica appeal of its own.

One thing that wowed me about this comic was the textures of the figures, and they way they are illustrated. Men and women both, they look so realistic, right down to the dimples and freckles and the way the light illuminates their bodies, and yet they also have the look of vintage porn magazine photos, just slightly grainy and airbrushed. The other thing that I really loved about this comic is the transition to Hawaii at the end, where the lighting, the costumes, and the postures all contribute to something beautiful and erotic for Dana. Robyn gets her happily-ever-after too, although a different one from Dana's, and it entirely suits her struggles.

Clinical Trials has its dark moments, and certainly crosses lines of dubious consent, but at the end of the day I think I could be happy as either Dana or Robyn.

Shadoman is a CG artist who enjoys telling stories through 3D comic art. Originally from the Mid-west, he now resides in Southern California. He is a Viet-Nam vet in his mid-60’s, married to a wonderful gal who is also his best friend and text editor. A film buff with an extensive library, it was his passion for film as a young teen that was his vehicle to escape and expand his own creative mind and become a storyteller.
https://www.renderotica.com/artists/shadoman.aspx

Transgender Confidential Vol 1 by Shadoman (#comics #sissy #femdom #bdsm)

After a brief break for the holidays, we are back with some more illustrated delights, courtesy of Amazing Transformation Comics.


I'm not sure I have seen a better opening to a comic than the first 5 pages of Transgender Confidential Vol 1Shadoman breaks the proverbial fourth wall by having the main character turn and directly address the reader, having been surprised by our voyeurism. "No peeking, or you'll spoil the story I'm about to tell" is such an ominous tease.

Visually, it is the little details that really make the comic - things like seamed stockings, garters, crotch-less panties - and they make the story as well. They are what inspire Allen to become aroused, and it his therapist's suggestion that he try wearing them himself that advances his fetish. What hooked my fetish, though, was the advancements in transformation science, which merge bondage and feminization into a fetishized medical procedure.

In terms of story, this might move a little fast for some readers who would have preferred to experience Allen's initial crossdressing experimentation, but I like that we get to jump right to (almost) full femininity. Again, the story has so many little details that make you nod, smile, and raise your eyebrows, such as the offhand reference to America's first transgender President! The sex between Allie and Kelly is fabulous, with more poses than any reader could rightfully expect out of a single comic. Shadoman really indulges here, showing off the beauty of the female form. There is even some romance, but what got me excited was the move to Kelly's BDSM playroom - complete with bondage, chastity, pegging, and more. The scenes with Allie bound and suspended, riding a dildo, in chastity, while a vibrator drives her to orgasm, forcing the dildo in deeper, are just exquisite!

There is one more twist to come, that I will not spoil, but suffice to say the story takes a dark turn, introducing some themes of revenge, punishment, and forced feminization. The story does have a happy ending, though, so do not fear for lovely Allie.

Shadoman is a CG artist who enjoys telling stories through 3D comic art. Originally from the Mid-west, he now resides in Southern California. He is a Viet-Nam vet in his mid-60’s, married to a wonderful gal who is also his best friend and text editor. A film buff with an extensive library, it was his passion for film as a young teen that was his vehicle to escape and expand his own creative mind and become a storyteller.
https://www.renderotica.com/artists/shadoman.aspx