Crystal Veeyant has gone and outdone herself with Sissy Planet. This erotic science fiction adventure is the strongest, most exciting, most imaginativCrystal Veeyant has gone and outdone herself with Sissy Planet. This erotic science fiction adventure is the strongest, most exciting, most imaginative fantasy she has yet to commit to the page.
Already a little unnerved by his inexplicable dream of being dominated by alien shemale beauties, science officer Gary Luckler awakens from suspended animation to find that his uniform has been replaced with some very feminine lingerie. His commanding officer is sympathetic, but insists he carry out his duties and deal with the uniform situation later. Unfortunately, an ill-advised decision to leap into action costs his crewmates their lives, and leaves him a scantily attired captive.
He soon discovers that Lis Ma Drea, the alien world they’ve been sent to explore, is one where women are dominant, sex and nudity are natural, and men are either hyper-masculine labor slaves, or effeminate little sissies. What’s interesting is that the men are all very happy with their situation, and completely content to serve the community in their defined roles – whether that be in the mines, on their backs, or on their knees.
It is in his role as a sissy that Gary comes to discover the true potential within himself. Despite his protests, doubts, fears, and inhibitions, he not only comes to love the life of a sissy, but also falls in love with the man to whom he’s been assigned. It’s not just a sexual relationship, but something of a romantic one as well.
There is, however, one aspect of the planet’s hierarchy that remains flexible, one role to which only the very best sissies can aspire – that of the femmer. These lucky men have their femininity physically and medically augmented, while leaving their manhood intact, creating the alien shemale beauties of Gary’s dream. As the Queen explains, "There is nothing more beautiful and powerful than a woman. Though a femmer can never be the equal of any woman she seeks to honor femininity in all ways with her body."
What makes Sissy Planet such a fantastic read is the fact that Crystal has put as much thought into the science fiction as the erotica. It’s an exceptionally sexy book, with some really inventive scenes of group sexual domination, but she’s not content to just leave it there. She sprinkles the book with hints about the history of Lis Ma Drea, eventually revealing the truth about its ancient connections to Earth. "We still can’t believe how poorly your race adapted,” the Queen tells Gary, “Inventing all those gods that brought you war, greed, misery and shame. Of course it didn’t help that men took control of your cultures."
I won’t go and spoil the delicious happily-ever-after conclusion, but I will say Crystal does a lovely job of bringing the science fiction and the erotica together, merging them together in a climax that begs for more – whether it be prequel or sequel.
I'm not really sure what the distinction between Young Adult 21+ and Adult 21+ fiction is, other than the age of the characters involved, but I will aI'm not really sure what the distinction between Young Adult 21+ and Adult 21+ fiction is, other than the age of the characters involved, but I will admit to being kind of excited to see LGBT erotic fiction deliberately targeted at a young, maturing audience.
The Teabagger Inn by Ashlee Rivers is my first experience with that Young Adult 21+ category, and I'm pleased to say I enjoyed it. The story itself is a little rushed, glossing over significant events as it jumps between erotic scenes, and it definitely leans heavily towards fetish/fantasy side of the genre, but it does have a freshness to it that's appealing.
Basically, what you have here is the story of a young crossdresser who only wants to find a hot, well-hung stranger to introduce him to anal sex, and who ends up being blackmailed, threatened, and 'forced' into the life of a high-prices transsexual prostitute. She adapts to her situation with ease, quickly coming to enjoy the expression of her femininity, and ultimately comes to regain control over her fate through some clever dealings of her own.
Like I said, it's a bit rushed, especially with the two big twists near the end, but it's a fun bit of erotic adventure.
Okay, so it's a little late for some gay crossdressing halloween erotica (as this is advertised) but, really, does Halloween ever end for a happy crosOkay, so it's a little late for some gay crossdressing halloween erotica (as this is advertised) but, really, does Halloween ever end for a happy crossdresser? Not in this gurl's closet! Little Red Riding Femboy was a short story, but one with which I had a lot of fun. I'm not sure whether M. Chance is more the submissive crossdresser or the dominant male but, either way, he knows his way around the bedroom.
When Alan Martin - a tanned, gleaming sex machine - throws a massive Halloween party at his parent's estate, it's only natural that he go as the Big Bad Wolf . . . and just as natural that Benny - a gorgeous, smooth femboy - come as Little Red Riding Hood. They, of course, find their way into the bedroom for some very hot, very gay role-playing sex. I won't lie, I came away from this one a little wet, and what it lacks in overall plot it certainly makes up for in terms of sheer sex.
As an experienced book reviewer, however, I can honestly say this is Bobbi's best work to date.
It's completelyAs a friend, I am probably a bit biased.
As an experienced book reviewer, however, I can honestly say this is Bobbi's best work to date.
It's completely over-the-top in its fetish indulgence, and has a lot of fun with breaking taboos. There is an obvious appreciation here for the fantasy, and Bobbi's enjoyment comes through on every page. I really wondered how she was going to be able to sustain the erotic imagination of the first few pages, but she just kept coming up with bigger, better, and bolder ways for her sissy to enjoy her addiction.
More than that, though, I think my favorite aspect of the story is that there's no humiliation, embarrassment, or shame involved - just a boy who is happy, content, well-adjusted, and comfortable as a sissy. There's also no force, blackmail, hypnotism, or trickery involved - just a boy who honestly wishes to follow in his mother's footsteps. That kind of self-acceptance is rare in this kind of erotic fiction, and it really made me want to embrace all of the kinky fun that comes with it.
If you're at all curious, then I encourage you to give it a read. It's definitely worth it.
Ah, the allure of clinical drug trials! They require no skill, involve little to no effort, and often pay quite well. It’s no wonder college studentsAh, the allure of clinical drug trials! They require no skill, involve little to no effort, and often pay quite well. It’s no wonder college students so easily far prey to the promise of a little fun money. Sometimes, however, the side effects go far beyond what we might expect – so far, in fact, that a select few will find themselves transformed into bimbos, sucking on more than just medicinal lollipops.
An erotic 5-part tale, ‘Gender Swap Lollipop’ is Raminar Dixon’s clever and amusing entry into the realm of gender swap/transformation fetishes. It is such a fun story, and one that's almost as imaginative as it is hot. The set-up is almost picture perfect, with some naive young men taking part in an extremely lucrative drug trial for cash. While they're told up-front that it's a hormone treatment, they're not told about the delicious side effect.
The first three chapters explore the successes of Sissco Pharmaceuticals new product, MetaboFem, through a variety of trial participants. In each case, the boys become unusually aroused by the act of sucking on a lollipop, but don’t think much of it until the erotic dreams begin. It’s with the dreams that Dixon really sets the story apart from the competition, artfully contrasting their masculine fears and reservations with their feminine desires. They can’t believe they’re dreaming about sexually servicing other men, but they also can’t deny the pleasure it provides.
As Dixon explains, “there's this pull for the characters, this hope that they have to cling to an old identity, and the promise that comes with finally letting go of it.” Indeed, another lollipop or two later, the boys find themselves physically transformed into gorgeous, big-breasted, bimbos. Unlike so many authors in the genre, Dixon doesn't shy away from the obvious implications, and gives the ‘boys’ plenty of room to enjoy themselves. Once transformed, there is no fear or shame about taking on group of men, enjoying their own pleasure, and feeling their lovers cum inside their virgin holes.
“Once they do let go,” Dixon promises, “the pleasure they experience eclipses everything they could have imagined.”
The fourth chapter is a welcome flashback to the delightful accident that resulted in the creation of MetaboFem, including an insider’s view of just how and why the drug trials have been structured to actually embrace the side effects. While there must have been some temptation to take the easy way out and explore the drug as something deliberately designed to enable a transsexual transformation, Dixon clearly understands the role of the forced feminization fantasy.
“These stories offer an outlet for the trans community, especially the ones who are new to it. Those with a desire, or a need, to become the thing they want most or fantasize about are able to read about it happening - to live vicariously through the characters and experience something they might not otherwise be able to.”
The final chapter offers a unique twist, with the introduction of a husband and wife into the drug trial, but to say much more than that would be to spoil the final few surprises. Needless to say, Dixon manages to satisfy just about every aspect of the forced feminization fantasy, and smartly leaves room for the stories to continue.
It's funny how our literary tastes change as we get older. I remember trying to read Dracula when I was young and finding the style boring, and then tIt's funny how our literary tastes change as we get older. I remember trying to read Dracula when I was young and finding the style boring, and then trying again as a teenager and finding it far too literary, and then reading it a third time as an adult and being delighted by it. The epistolary format is an unusual one, and I think Vicy Cross takes some liberties with it here, but it's absolutely perfect for the tale she tells.
Personal, intimate, and full of atmosphere, Tuesday Apocalypse is a magnificent story that works on so many levels (or perhaps layers) - romance, drama, erotica, and horror. This is not a story that bounces around between those genres, but which embraces them all, and blends them together, often within the same scene.
Reading this reminded me very much of enjoying Stoker's masterpiece for the first time. I was unsettled by my reactions, uncomfortable with my own thoughts, and often unable to reconcile my heart with my head. I fell in love with Sister Barbara. I wanted to reach into the book, cradle her softly in my hands, and carry her to safety. At the same time, I wanted to drop into the book, hide behind the bombed out ruins, and watch her being violated by Tuesday's alien tentacles. It's not easy to titillate and terrorize within the same scene, but Cross does a lovely job of forcing us to see both sides of the encounter.
The slow, creeping madness . . . the insistent, wanton seduction . . . the gleeful violation of vows . . . the tortured desire to succumb to temptation . . . the desperate pleas for salvation . . . the anguished attempts to hold onto something of one's true self . . . Cross offers us all of that and more. I loved the many layers beneath which she allowed her evil to creep, robbing Barbara of her sexuality on so many levels. Here we have a young woman already tempted by betray her vows by a handsome young man, who suddenly finds herself lusting after - gasp! - another woman, and who ultimately finds herself fighting the urge to surrender to tongues and tentacles. Wow . . . and oh, my.
I don't imagine Stoker ever dreamed of writing something this explicit, but there's no denying that the two tales share a lot in common. For him it was teeth that pushed the edge of taboo, while for Cross it's tentacles that do the same thing. His seductive sense of evil may have come the grave, rather than from beyond the stars, but they both have the same horrifying impact. This was just a gorgeous story, and one that is bound to give you the chills - and I mean that in every sense of the word....more
A bit silly and over-the-top in places, requiring a lot of good-natured patience on the part of the reader, but very imaginative and very very sexy. TA bit silly and over-the-top in places, requiring a lot of good-natured patience on the part of the reader, but very imaginative and very very sexy. The characters were fun, and grew more than I would expect from the story. I loved the style, and found it a very quick, easy, sexy read....more
For such a short tale, D. Dye manages to cover an amazing amount of ground. Tightly plotted and fast-paced, with nary a wasted paragraph in sight, ZapFor such a short tale, D. Dye manages to cover an amazing amount of ground. Tightly plotted and fast-paced, with nary a wasted paragraph in sight, Zapocalypse - The Midnight Special (Lesbians Vs. Zombies) offers up equal parts horror, erotica, and satire, all in a mix that works so well, you won't want it to end.
Let's start with the horror. The zombies here are fast and ferocious, terrifying monstrosities that just won't stay dead. Brutal and bloody, they aren't exactly mindless, but are certainly single-minded in their lust for human flesh. More importantly, they're scary bastards, representing a legitimate threat to the characters.
As for the erotica, Ginger and Gina are an absolutely delicious pair of lesbians. Strong, independent, and deeply in love with one another, these are two women who for whom gloves, raincoats, rain-pants, bulletproof vests, and Benelli shotguns are no threat to their exquisite femininity. Whether it's stealing a kiss at the diner, caressing one another on the balcony, or getting hot and heavy in the bedroom, there is a definite passion to their every interaction. Similarly, whether it's defending one another from groping redneck paws or from grasping zombie claws, there is a sincerity to their love that really endears them to the reader.
Finally, in terms of satire, this is a very funny book - morbidly so, of course. Dye lays it on thick, having fun with a redneck theme that extends well beyond death. Spiteful and worthy of disgust in life, her bloated, balding, drunken louts are pitifully amusing in death. Rather than just playing up the stereotypes, she plays against them, using the sharply feminist wits of Ginger and Gina to make the most impact.
All-in-all, this is a fun, sexy, exhilarating read that will definitely leave you hungry for more!
Given that Twisted Dreams, the opening instalment of the Twisted Oz saga, was one of the steamiest tales I've read this year, you can bet your ruby slGiven that Twisted Dreams, the opening instalment of the Twisted Oz saga, was one of the steamiest tales I've read this year, you can bet your ruby slippers (and collar!) that I jumped into Twisted Ropes with high expectations. Fortunately, I am delighted to say Bonnie Bliss has fulfilled those expectations, and once again left me wanting more.
The story picks up right where we left off, with a fetish-clad D.G. making her way down the yellow brick road. She's hot, thirsty, and hornier than a munchkin in heat, so when a couple of hunky men and their sexy slave girl block the path, you can't blame her for diving into the cornfield to enjoy a little voyeuristic thrill. While I wasn't initially sure how the scene fit into the overall Oz mythology, it's a gloriously display of gratuitous sexuality, and one that takes on larger significance at the end of the tale, with the introduction of the Wizard himself.
But, as intrigued as I by the Wizard, I am getting ahead of myself.
Anybody who has watched or read the original Wizard of Oz knows that Dorothy is destined to encounter three friends along her journey, with the first of those friends the Scarecrow. Wow, oh my goodness, and wow again - what Bonnie does with him and his awakening is absolutely breathtaking to behold. If you've never found a cornstalk erotic, or wondered how a scarecrow could grow wood, then be prepared to be amazed and aroused. Not only does she twist the tale just right, but she successfully establishes him as a character we definitely want to learn more about.
As for our glimpse of the Wizard that concludes the story, that is where Bonnie's gift for erotic reinvention really shines. Having never read the Baum novels, I only remember the Wizard as a weak, miserly, cowardly old man hiding behind a mirror . . . a definite let-down after the Wicked Witch, and a tool to provide a happy ending. Bonnie gives him new life and new purpose, establishing him as not just a genuine character within the story, but one with extraordinary erotic potential. I cannot wait to see what she does with him in subsequent volumes, and can only dream of his final confrontation with D.G.
Another fun, sexy, imaginative tale - bring on the Tin Man and the Lion!
It may be one of the world’s greatest ironies that the greatest of all freedoms is to be found in the deepest of all submissions. Raiya’s tale deftlyIt may be one of the world’s greatest ironies that the greatest of all freedoms is to be found in the deepest of all submissions. Raiya’s tale deftly explores that irony, taking the most exalted man in the kingdom and bringing him, literally and gleefully, to his knees.
Told in the first-person, the story begins with a man already restrained, bound and gagged at his own invitation. Through him we get to experience the full spectrum of sensation – physical, emotional, and intellectual – that come with submission. Even as the clues begin to fall into place as to his identity, we find ourselves gaining a deeper appreciation for what such utter submission means to him. What’s more, we are given the opportunity to appreciate the reality of a fair-haired, blue-eyed, honey-voiced master who vastly eclipses any dark, well-muscled, dangerous man of fantasy.
As intensely erotic as the first half of the story is, it’s the revelations of the second half that provide the tale with is true power. A private act of submission in a darkened cave, away from prying eyes, is one thing... but to see (and appreciate) the implications of that relationship within the palace is something else entirely.
Part period romance, part Native folklore, and part comedy of manners, Giselle Renarde’s tale of mismatched lovers is a delight to experience. The stoPart period romance, part Native folklore, and part comedy of manners, Giselle Renarde’s tale of mismatched lovers is a delight to experience. The story never quite goes where you expect it to, but that is a large part of its charm.
Emma is the spoiled daughter of New World royalty, all-but promised in marriage to a young man she is certain she doesn’t love. When a dream reveals the face of her true love to be a dark-skinned Native woman, she takes it as a sign and wanders off into the woods. A chance misstep into the marsh puts the young woman in peril but, much to her surprise, the woman from her dream seems more interested in confrontation than rescue. Star Dancer is her opposite in nearly every way, a creature of spirit and legend, whose rough-edged banter grants the story it’s most interesting dimension. By the time the two women wear each other down and finally fall into each other’s arms, quite an interesting story has enveloped them.
Romantic, amusing, and more than just a little bit wondrous, this is a perfect story for anybody who loves strong characters and unorthodox plots. There’s actually enough story here for a small novella, which makes some of the scene shifts a bit breathtaking, but there’s also a wonderful sense of closure.
Since my review sister, Candace, has been such a huge fan of Crystal Veeyant's transgender erotica, I decided to take the plunge with her first lesbiaSince my review sister, Candace, has been such a huge fan of Crystal Veeyant's transgender erotica, I decided to take the plunge with her first lesbian tale, just to see what the fuss is all about. My Teenage Daughter's Sex Slave is an interesting story, based on a premise of deception that initially seems like a cheat, until you realize just how carefully Crystal has crafted the whole scenario. For a work of erotic fiction, it's actually quite clever and inspired.
The relationship established between Kaity and Helen works quite well on several levels, but it's the fractured family dynamic underlying the relationship that holds it all together. Although she comes across as a pampered princess, Kaity has been through an emotional ordeal, one that certain explains (and possibly even justifies) the extremes to which she pushes the woman she once believed to be her mother. She is as sympathetic a character as she is erotic, pulling the reader into her tale on both an emotional and a physical level. What's more, she is a character who grows and develops before our eyes, her motives slowly evolving from cruel vengeance into taboo passion.
Helen isn't quite as well-developed as Kaity, but that's okay, since she exists more as the fetish/kink/taboo focus of the tale. For the most part, her role is simply to submit . . . to serve . . . to satisfy the young woman who holds the leash that preserves her sliver of freedom. She is emotionally complex, however, wracked with guilt on so many levels, not the least of which is for having so gleefully having taken advantage of her step-daughter's dominatrix fantasies. It's incredibly erotic to see how their roles are reversed, with mother submitting to daughter, and to see the power exchange coming full circle, with the professional dominatrix submitting to the young woman who initially scorned her for that career.
In terms of writing, I can definitely see what Candace so admires about Crystal's tales. They are very well-written, with some lovely turns-of-phrase, carefully crafted dialogue, and graphically executed sex scenes that hit all the familiar notes, while still managing to come across as fresh and original. Like I said earlier, hers is a very clever tale as well, riding that razor's edge between guilty pleasure and inappropriate taboo, complete with a few shocking revelations overlaid carefully upon one another at the end. Quite an enjoyable read.
I actually finished reading Playing With Dolls over the weekend, but it had such a profound emotional impact on me that I needed to take some time toI actually finished reading Playing With Dolls over the weekend, but it had such a profound emotional impact on me that I needed to take some time to regroup, to distance myself from the text, and attempt an intelligent review. I.G. Frederick has accomplished something remarkable here, crafting a story that works on all levels - educating, arousing, inspiring, empowering, and (most importantly) emotionally connecting with the reader.
This is as much a story about gender as it is about sexuality. Jesse (never just Jess, if you please) is an effeminate young man who can best be described as genderqueer. He likes to do his own makeup, style his hair, wear skirts and blouses, and sport some very cute high heels. It's not because he feels he should have been born a woman, or because he dreams of the hormones and surgery that would change his gender, but because that is the gender expression with which he is most comfortable. There's no conflict here between his emotional/physical self, no regrets regarding his birth gender, and no burning desire to correct or alter something about himself. I so loved that he just prefers to express himself in a feminine manner, without attaching any emotional baggage to that expression.
Where there is a conflict, however, is in his sexuality. His parents have always assumed that such an effeminate boy must be gay, and the counsellor they see every week agrees. In fact, so do his friends, his classmates, and society in general. Since everybody assumes it, and continually assures him it must be the case, Jesse assumes that he must be gay. He dates cute boys, holds their hands, snuggles, kisses, and (when absolutely necessary) performs a little oral sex in the back seat to keep their minds off anything further. The problem is, he doesn't enjoy it. Figuring there must be something wrong with him, he finally agrees to give up his virginity on his eighteenth birthday, but suffering through the ordeal provides him no more pleasure than the obligatory oral sex.
Meanwhile, lesbian porn, along with the very public sexual escapades of his best friends, Ashleigh and Rachel, gives him the erection no man has ever managed to coax to life. The problem is, he's been so conditioned to accept that he's gay, he doesn't recognize what all this suggests about his own sexuality. Things begin to change when the girls press him into joining them with the local BDSM scene, but it's a slow process of discovery. He finds that the endorphin high of being whipped and flogged provides the comfort, the pleasure, and the emotional escape that sex has never achieved, but he can only achieve that bliss (and become hard) at the hands of a woman.
While being pushed into the BDSM scene is just another example of other people making assumptions and pressing him to do what they feel is best, it does provide Jesse with the opportunity to explore his gender and to discover his sexuality. It's not an easy process, and it introduces him to the confusion most of us struggle with during our adolescent years, but Frederick does a masterful job of slowly and carefully taking us through it. There's no single WOW moment that changes everything, just a few encounters that raise some questions, and some discussions that begin to erase the assumptions he's been saddled with. As Snakeman tells him at one point, "Allowing other people to identify and label you just disempowers you. You’re the only one who can determine your orientation, sexual or top/dominant/bottom/submissive.” That begins the process, but it's a long drive home with Lady Nell that finally opens his eyes once and for all, with the revelation, "What you wear, how you act, your speech -- none of that determines your sexuality."
There's so much going on beneath the surface of the story, that I'm reluctant to spoil more that I already have. Suffice to say, I see a lot of myself in Jesse, and a lot of my parents in his - particularly the way his mother rejects the expression of his gender at every turn, and the way his father bravely struggles to love and understand him no matter what. It's their final conversation that struck me so hard, with Dad coming to grips with the fact that his son isn't an effeminate gay man, but a straight submissive sissy with masochistic tendencies. As apologies go, I'm not sure there are any so sweet as, "I’m so sorry I made assumptions instead of letting you grow up and figure things out for yourself."