Monday, 23 January 2012

More recent reads and reviews . . .

Boy Farm by Rose Thornwell:

I really hate to say it but, despite some really hot scenes of male bondage and pegging, they were just way too many plot holes for me to enjoy this. It's a shame, because there was so much potential in the idea of a mother-daughter femdom rivalry, and so much that could have been done with the concept of a boy farm. Unfortunately, the plot falls apart right from the start when the daughter makes it clear how much she is disgusted by her mother's dominatrix role, only to demonstrate a few pages later that she has no such issue with her her best friend's dominatrix antics. As if that weren't enough, she is all-too-eager to try and fill her mother's high-heel bitch boots for somebody so disgusted by the BDSM world. As for her poor/lucky boyfriend, he completely wastes the opportunity to submit to a powerful older woman (probably the most realistic part of the story), and then makes a miraculous weekend transformation from reluctantly submissive heterosexual boyfriend to eagerly submissive bisexual boy slave. The emphasis here is definitely more on cruelty and humiliation, which is not my thing, but if you isolate the sex scenes and enjoy them independently of the plot, they are quite good.

What Worse Place Can I Beg in Your Love? by Syd McGinley

Wow, what a weirdly erotic, strangely seductive read. On the surface, it's a story that should be more clinical than arousing, more science-fiction that erotic, and yet it works superbly. Basically, this is the story of a young gay man who, after playing bottom to a fellow human captive, is prepped for display and sold to an alien as his pet. The aliens here are humanoid in shape, but with reptilian characteristics, and (of course) almost impossibly large genitalia. To them, humans are nothing more than domesticated animals, flesh-and-blood companions to be kept as pets. There's no affection beyond that of an owner for his pet, no attempts to communicate beyond the simplest commands, and no interest in the pet's pleasure or satisfaction. There's a very strong element of domination here that made me weak in the knees, and I simply cannot get the image of the burly alien walking around his home, carrying out his daily tasks, while his human pet sits, arms wrapped about his torso, impaled upon his manhood for hours at a time. Not at all the story I expected, but a wonderful read.

Pretty Face Vol. 1 by Yasuhiro Kano

Well now, wasn't this a fun but of PG-rated shojo manga! Cute, amusing, and deliciously twisted, it's the story of an arrogant bully who is horribly mangled and left for dead after a bus crash, only to have his face reconstructed in the image of his high-school crush (whose photo he keeps in his wallet). It's a rather preposterous scenario, but the book quickly owns up to the fact, which makes the whole thing a bit more clever than I expected. Although the usual manga exaggerated facial expressions and dialogue are here, the story is actually told very well through the characters. You really come to emphasize with Rando, finally coming so close to the girl he loves, but being unable to express his love . . . outside of an excruciatingly teasing big sister/best friend sort of way. Rina slowly changes the young man, redeeming the jock/jerk he used to be, while Dr. Manabe keeps trying to push him into a complete sex change. Definitely a fun story, although I'm not sure there's enough depth to make me want to read the other 5 instalments.


Monday, 9 January 2012

Labyrinth - The Alternate Cut

In honour of David Bowie's 65th birthday, I thought I'd celebrate the occasion with a pair of captions telling the story of the original, alternate cut of his epic masterpiece, Labyrinth. Okay, so maybe Jim Henson was never quite that twisted, but it' how I always dreamt the movie should work. Over the years I've thought about rewriting the story as a piece of fan fiction, but it just doesn't work without the soundtrack.


Petals, Purses, Pumps & My New Obsession

As someone who is proudly genderqueer, yet also sensitive to office etiquette, I often have to compromise between my pleasures and my profession. Every morning I wake up, decide on what I would like to wear, consider what I likely should wear, and then frustrate myself into being late while I try to find an acceptable middle ground. Much is the same with my office.

When I finally secured a corner office, complete with windows that look onto the outside world (gasp!), I was in heaven. I daydreamed about all the ways I would decorate it, and then got realistic and looked around at all the little touches my female coworkers brought to their own offices. We are not permitted to put anything on the walls (tacks or tape), curtains are frowned upon (either  a security or fire risk, depending on who you ask), and flowers are completely unacceptable (allergy concerns). So, for the longest time, the only real feminine touches I brought to the office were my herd of My Little Pony Unicorns, the porcelain high-heeled shoe (red, of course) that feeds me sticky-notes, and the plastic corset (white and purple) that holds my pens.

With the new year coming, I knew I wanted to find a desk calendar that would blend in, yet make me smile every time I looked at it. I will freely admit, I obsessed over the search a bit, looking high and low, online and in the malls, to find the right calendar. I had just about given up when I stumbled across Petals, Purses & Pumps. The cover was definitely pretty, but I did not really notice what I was looking at until my purse knocked it off the rack and I had to bend over to pick it up. When I finally saw the detail there, I do believe I let out an audible squeal of girlish glee.

If you have never heard of Michel Tcherevkoff (I had not), then you are in for a treat. This wonderful, amazing, talented gentleman crafts the most delicate pieces of artwork from real flowers. The Petals, Purses, and Pumps calendar, along with his Shoe Fleur: A Footwear Fantasy photo book, are dedicated to the most gorgeous shoes, boots, purses, and handbags you could ever wish to wear, all crafted from beautiful blossoms and pretty petals. His Butterfly Blossoms calendar, as you might expect, is dedicated to flower-borne butterflies that look so real, you almost expect them to flutter off the page. For something a little more daring, his Passion Flower Pinups calendar is full of beautiful women dressed in lingerie, dresses, gowns, stocking, and heels made entirely of flowers.

Take a look at a few of these images and tell me the man is not a genius . . . I think you will understand why I am so in love. :)

Do yourself a favour, check out Michael's site here, and then buy one of the collections I mentioned above. You will not regret it!

Friday, 6 January 2012

Some recent reads and reviews . . .

The Cuckold Husband by Sophia Kimberly

Not a bad read, just not quite what I was looking for. A little too much heterosexual foreplay for my tastes, and not enough ooey gooey bisexual bliss. It takes quite a while to set up the cuckolding session, and it's primarily focused around hubby watching his wife being taken by another man. Call me a dirty gurl if you will, but I like it when hubby is forced to participate . . . to prep and fluff the other man, to clean up afterwards, and even to serve as a back-up bottom when his wife gets too tired or sore to go another round.

Well written and sexy, just not what I was hoping for.

The Photo Shoot by Sara Desmarais

The lovely Sara does it again, with another incredibly erotic tale of crossdressing. I love that her bois are always (to some extent) willing subjects, aroused by the idea of expressing their hidden femininity, and curious about how far they can push it. Here, everything starts with a simple request for hubby to take part in a boudoir photo shoot, providing his wife with a compliment for her own shoot. As nervous about how she'll react as about how he'll look, he reluctantly agrees.

Things start out slow, with a fairly routine photo shoot that proceeds from casual to softcore sexy. The wife is a bit of an enigma here, pushing things forward, but also appearing reluctant or uncertain herself. This leaves poor hubby to take responsibility for his own participation, and to acknowledge the fact that he not only wants to keep going, but is enjoying it. By the time the hunky lighting assistant steps into the scene, and the photographer asks if he'd stand next to hubby to demonstrate the contrast between them, you kind of know where the story is going. Despite that, it's still a surprise when everybody agrees it would make for a hot photo to see his naked penis pressed against hubby's naked butt cheeks . . . and you know it can't stop there.

Hot, sexy, and incredibly detailed, this is a fantasy cum true.


Sunday, 1 January 2012

New Year's Resolutions

We all make 'em, and (eventually) we all break 'em. So, this year I have decided to forego the usual New Year's resolutions about diet and exercise and focus instead on what I need to do to be successful in 2012.

After all, if the world is really going to end, I want to go out on top. Actually, strike that, as a submissive I never want to to anything on top! Instead, let's just say I want to go out happier and hornier than I was in 2011. :)

So, here goes:

  1. I will not permit myself to masturbate unless I have written at least 250 words per day, whether that be a story, a novel, or just on my blog.
  2. I will keep my toenails manicured and brightly painted 365 days per year (that one caused some issues at the gym last year, but since the gym is out for 2012, hot pink and fuck-me red are in).
  3. I will invest in a better collection of anal vibrators and dildos with suction cups or other attachments to better simulate being at their mercy (my current partner has great fingers, but no interest in my trio of strap-ons).
  4. I will try every recipe in Natural Harvest (including the foods I don't think I'll like) with at least 3 different ingredient donors. No real reason why, I just had a ton of fun with the first feast through.
  5. I will invest in either laser hair removal or laser eye surgery - one way or another, a part of me is being blasted.

How about you? What are your resolutions?