Mother's Shemale Truck Stop Whore by Crystal Veeyant

Okay, let's be honest here bois and gurls . . . when you're dealing with a book called Mother's Shemale Truck Stop Whore, you really ought to expect at least a few taboos to be bent (if not broken) and a few lines to be skirted (if not crossed). What you don't necessarily expect - unless, like myself, you're already a fan of Crystal's - is just how skillfully she handles the material.

This is a story with some very dark elements, particularly surrounding Louise's step-father, the dangers of prostitution, and the ugliness hidden behind the smiling facade of friends and neighbours. It's a story where motives are often as suspect as the acts being performed, and where the court of public opinion weighs heavily upon the lives of a broken family. That's not to say it's a sad story or a difficult one, just that the happiness and erotica is . . . well, not so much tainted but rather enhanced by the potential for darkness.

Although the illusion of incest (and the questions that it raises) is a central theme to Crystal's tale, she is exceptionally clever in her use of a surrogate pregnancy to explore that most taboo of fantasies without actually crossing any legal lines. Even after Louise learns the biological truth about their relationship, their emotional bond remains intact, transforming their incestuous love into something . . . almost pure and wholesome. While some readers may still be uncomfortable with the emotional aspect, there's one reassurance Norma offers her daughter that, for me, really sheds new light on the situation:

"First of all, baby, just remember that's the same society that also says transgender is wrong, that gay is barely acceptable. Is that where you want to get your morals from?"

The erotic heart of the story revolves around mom and daughter first watching each other service clients, then service clients together, and then service each other for their clients. The taboos being exploited are erotic in and of themselves, but Crystal knows how to write a sex scene, how to draw the reader in, and how to ensure you have just as much fun as her characters. This is probably the hottest story she's written to date, and certainly the most explosive in terms of climactic payoffs.

Yes, it's a story that certainly glorifies prostitution to some extent, but which is also aware of the potential dangers involved. Norma and Louise are careful to screen their clients, to protect themselves, and to ensure they never get put into a position over which they have no control . . . until, that is, their greed gets the best of them. That's where the story returns to darkness, ending with dear old Dad pimping out his two whores until they've made enough money to pay back his legal costs from the divorce and criminal trial. Where the story gets ever edgier, and (for me, at least) flirts with even more taboos, is when Dad brings in friends and neighbours, otherwise ordinary members of the community, to take advantage of the services being offered by Norma and Louise.

With Crystal, you know there's a happily-ever-after to come, but she certainly makes her characters earn it. I don't want to spoil the details, but she does a wonderful job of bringing the story full circle, contrasting one act of sexual abuse with another, one act of sexual rebellion with one of sexual redemption, and one act of parental protection with another. It's an entirely satisfying conclusion, even if it's not the one that I expected, and an altogether heartwarming note on which to end a very erotic, very taboo, very explicit tale.

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Breakdown Motel by Ty Marton & Rynna Cress

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Star Search by J.S. Morbius

Star Search is a book I've been anxious to read for a while now, ever since Julez started teasing it over on his Crypt of Morbius blog. The synopsis was great, but it was the single-sentence tagline he teased that really excited me:

It is time to bring love and romance to the Third Sex.


I am delighted to say that, with the exception of one awkward flaw, the novel more than lives up to its promise. It's both romantic and erotic, thrilling, and intriguing. There were some really nice twists to the tale that I wasn't expecting (such as the transsexual gangbang escape), and some real depth to the characters that gave them life well beyond the page.

Basically, this is the tale of a gay man named Joe who hires a transsexual escort to accompany him to an office party. They head back to Joe's place after the party, and indulge in a night of passion that rivals any other transsexual encounter he's ever had. Joe wakes up determined to make her a regular part of his life, only to find her gone . . . and to meet with a rather violent reception when he tries to get any information out of the escort service. Both a good man and a good lover, Joe is not willing to accept their refusal, and sets about trying to track down the glorious Star.

Here is where the flaw comes in. With the help of some girlfriends, Joe - who has never entertained a crossdressing thought in his life - becomes a 100% passable woman overnight. Not only that, but he learns the language and mannerisms so quickly, he's able to convince the very same escort agency to hire him on a day later. As a gurl who knows just how hard it is to be truly convincing, the ease with which Joe presents comes across as embarrassingly false, but know that his heart is in the right place makes acceptance come quickly.

From there, the story gets darker (even as it gets sexier), with some great scenes of reluctant threesomes and foursomes, some transsexual-on-transsexual choreographed porn, and the transsexual gangbang I mention earlier that proves to be the climax of the novel . . . in more ways than one.

As much fun as all that is, though, it's what Julez does with the last few chapters that really sells his original tagline. He takes us beyond the rescue, beyond the happily-ever-after, and lets us indulge in Star and her fellow escorts finding new life outside the sex trade. We get to see justice served, wrongs put right, and true love blossom. An altogether remarkable story, I can't recommend Star Search highly enough.

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The Gender Spectrum of Light

First of all, I just have to say I had an amazing time this weekend - to all those ladies involved (you know who you are!), thanks, and please let is do it again sometime soon.

One topic of conversation that came up over far too many glasses of wine  was that of self-identity. I know, it sounds like a pretty deep topic for a bunch of drunk girls, but when more than half of them are gurls . . . well, it's a natural topic of conversation. Not to beat a dead unicorn or anything (I'm as sick of the topic as everybody else), but I had to share some of that discussion here, even if just to preserve the discussion for the sake of drunken posterity.

Of the 12 of us, 2 identified as female, 3 as transsexual, 5 as transvestite, 1 as androgynous, and 1 as genderqueer. An interesting mix, to be sure! Of course, even among like-mind friends, the inevitable jokes and friendly barbs began to fly. Just what, they all wondered did it mean to be androgynous or genderqueer? Are we, as one suggested, just transsexuals with a fear of commitment? Perhaps, as another accused (we exchanged some angry words, but all parted friends), we are just transvestites with delusions of femininity. Then again, and one of the 'females' among us pondered, maybe we are simply confused, either unable to unwilling to label ourselves.

Nat and I both took offence to the comment about being confused, but Gennifer came closer to the truth than anybody else. Personally, I am entirely unable and completely unwilling to restrict myself to the standardized labels of the male/female gender binary. When you really think about it (and I'm proud to say I opened a few eyes with this comment), even labels like transvestite and transsexual are born from the gender binary, for without the arbitrary restriction of male/female, there would be no need to label how you either emulate one or adopt the other.

In many ways (and I initially pissed off Nat with this comment), being genderqueer is the opposite of being androgynous, which is (I freely accept) a gender binary of another kind altogether. One is all about embracing the entire gender spectrum, sampling those aspects which speak to your heart, expressing those elements that come from your soul, and becoming something more than just male or female. The other is more about rejecting the gender spectrum, refusing to clearly express any socially identifiable elements, and becoming something that is decidedly not male or female.

Where I won Nat back to my side, and finally opened the eyes of other ladies in our group, was in comparing ourselves to colours. If we were all colours of light, genderqueer would be white, and androgynous would be black. In terms of light, white encompasses all the colours (it blends them all together, incorporating a virtual rainbow of light), while black represents the absence of light (it doesn't just reject all the colours, it exists outside them). A few of the ladies argued the point, suggesting that if black and white are opposites, they should represent male and female, but it was Nat who pointed out that it makes more sense to think of male as violet (one end of the spectrum) and female as red (the other end of the spectrum). Looking at it that way, you can't help but be struck by the fact that there's clearly an entire spectrum of colours between them.

Like I said, I don't want to beat a dead unicorn with the old gender binary argument, but the the colour spectrum analogy sounded brilliant after the third (or was it fourth?) bottle of wine . . . and it still sounds pretty good this morning.

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A Wife's Shemale Slave by Crystal Veeyant

Those of you who read my review of Shemale Vice already know that I've had the very great pleasure of knowing Crystal Veeyant for a while now, and that I love her as much as a friend as I do an author. If you missed that review, you can check it out here.

A Wife's Shemale Slave is a very a very different tale from  Shemale Vice, much darker, and much more emotionally involving. If I had to describe it in one sentence, I'd say it was a story of discovery and betrayal, one where relationships are never to be taken at face value, and where gender and identity are as fluid as they are uncertain.

The story starts with one of those relationship crises that are such staples of transgender fiction. Randy/Beth is a transvestite who has been fortunate enough to enjoy the support of his wife, Pam, until he comes out as a transsexual and puts an end to that support . . . and their relationship. Cast out, alone, and desperate, Beth embraces another of those staples of transgender fiction and resorts to prostitution to support his new life and identity.

That's where Crystal smartly turns the tables, abandons the staples, and claims the story for her own. Beth pursues prostitution as a means to an end, using it to finance her efforts to finish college and establish a legitimate career. She doesn't succumb to the darker side of the lifestyle, doesn't collapse into a life of drugs and booze, and doesn't get ensnared into any sort of sex slavery ring. Instead, she takes control of her life, falls in love with another transsexual, and finds a measure of redemption in her recovery. Up to that point, it's actually a rather sweet (and erotic) tale with a definite promise of romance . . . until Beth gets fired, and prostitution is all that's left.

I won't spoil the rest of the story, but I will say that Crystal deftly takes us to some very dark places, bombarding us (and Beth) with betrayals both physical and emotional. There was a point at which I actually gasped aloud, unable to believe the twist she'd thrown into the tale, but unable to resist reading further. She really pushes the boundaries of consent, exploring our deepest, most hidden notions of sexuality in a way that definitely flirts with fantasy, but which is very realistically portrayed. By the time the final betrayals are revealed, and the story comes full circle, you're likely to find yourself as emotionally and physically spent as Beth.

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A mixture of new cuckold and sissy demotivators

For some reason, especially when I'm feeling naughty, I just love playing with the theme of the demotivational posters. This weekend I was in a rather peculiar mood, thinking of how dares can backfire, and how you should always be careful what you wish for.

That last is one of all-time favourites, but I hope you loved them all!

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A Sissy Learning Curve

So, you want to be a cock-sucking, cum-loving sissy? Beware, there's a steep learning curve ahead . . .