When I read Miss Irene Clearmont’s work, I never know what to say. She steals my thoughts as well as my breath.
Miss Irene Clearmont’s work is not for everyone. It is strong, powerful, intense, and unforgiving. It is deep and complex, oftentimes dark, and not for the weak-willed or faint of heart. You can’t come at her casually. You have to be prepared to invest thought, focus, and intent. However, you will be greatly rewarded. She asks not for your love, but only for your unwavering loyalty and devotion, and in return she will grant you access into worlds beyond your ken.
Her focus is probably considered niche, but I strongly suspect there are far more women and even more men who find it enticing than are willing to admit.
I liken her writing to classical literature. I freely admit that I study it. I want to understand how she can evoke such fantastic images with comparatively little description. This isn’t to say that she doesn’t describe things. On the contrary, she does and quite well. What amazes me is just how much she can conjure for the words that she uses. I think it is simply that she gives you just enough to stimulate your imagination in the direction that she wants you to go, but then lets it take over in painting the picture. When I write, I want you to see exactly what I see. She lets you see whatever you want, as long as you follow the path that she has laid out for you.
The pacing is perfect. It never drags and it never rushes. Her word choice is always just right. The characters are vivid, full and complete people who could walk off the page. The prose is elegant. The dialogue is engaging. The humor is subtle. You can read it over and over again and find something new each time.
You may have noticed that I haven’t actually said anything about the book. I’m not going to. I will not spoil even a single word. It is magnificent. It is stunning. It is a bargain at any price. You will not be able to put it down and you will be thankful for the opportunity to have read it.
One of the things that I like most about M.C. Questgend is that she focuses on the exploration of gender in a variety of different ways. Like most of us, there are many facets of ourselves that we are often hesitant or uncomfortable connecting with and allowing ourselves to experience. She always seems to be able to weave a new and interesting take on characters looking inside themselves.
Our hero, Jamie, begins his journey young and has the benefit of an older sibling who sees no harm in it and is supportive. Not everyone in Jamie’s life is so understanding. Jamie’s aunt, who seems like she would be someone that he could turn to for guidance turns out not to be, perhaps more from a sense of violation than anything else. Jamie’s mother, however, is a cruel woman who is more concerned about how she is perceived by others than she is her son’s need for a mother’s love and care. She forcibly inflicts her own ignorance and misconceptions on him vindictively, something which Jamie finds the strength to endure and eventually overcome.
Fortunately, Jamie finds guidance from a mentor who is quick to teach him that he must never let anyone take advantage of or disrespect him regardless of his path. I was a bit disappointed that M.C. had fallen into a trope, but then she cleverly showed me that she had just set me as the reader up to think that, and spun me in a different direction. Jamie learns that there will always be people who fear what they don’t understand, but there will also always be people who embrace the unknown and will help you on your journey. Jamie learns that strength comes from within and it is okay to express yourself in whatever way you need to. Embracing your softer side doesn’t make you weak, and a man can still be successful in both business and life, even if he enjoys the feeling of silk panties and lace stockings.
One of my favorite things to tell people is “Be who you are.” Once again, M.C. shows us that she understands what I mean when I say that as clearly as I do, and demonstrates the deep truth and necessity of that statement in finding happiness in a clever and entertaining story.
Wow. Just wow. This book is not for the faint of heart. It is very intense. It’s not so much the individual bits. It’s when you take them all together in one continuous story that it kind of blows your mind. Sally is careful to make sure that you understand that Sissy Princess is ecstatic about his place and position subordinate to his Goddess. There is none of the humiliation that is so common is cuckold stories. In fact, Carolyn, Sissy Princess’ wife and Goddess treats him quite well, giving him everything his little heart desires. He is never actually cuckolded until he, in his own way, also makes a cuckquean of his wife at the same time. He knows his place, and even though he so pleases the Queen that he is given an exalted position in the Club, his loyalty is always first and foremost to his Goddess. For him, even the Queen must ask Carolyn’s permission before he follows her commands. And when he becomes the first sissy futa bride, both his Goddess and the Queen pay homage to him. In the end, his unwavering devotion earns him every sissy’s dream. Sally has created a masterpiece of futa, sissy, and cuckold stories, showing her incredible talent as a writer and a dreamer of the possibilities inherent in genderfluidity. If futanari, cuckolding, or willing and consensual sissification hold even the slightest interest for you, this is the book that you have been looking for.
Sometimes, I just know that my book is good. Really good. I reread it and I’m proud of what I’ve written. I think everyone else will enjoy it if they give it a chance. Like Christine: Courtship. I know it’s a fantastic erotic romance, and I’ve got 8 5-star reviews on Goodreads to prove it. It’s just a matter of getting people to try them – marketing – something I’ve barely begun to scratch the surface of.
Sometimes, I’m not sure. I mean, I think I did a good job, but I’m not sure that I hit the mark that I was aiming for. That was the case with Cherie’s Awakening: A Futa Story. So, when a renowned connoisseur and futanari specialist with some incredible books under her belt said “I’m going to take a look at one of your futa books”, I was both excited and a little scared that she wouldn’t like it. I need not have feared. She gave it 5 stars and wrote a short review. This is what she had to say:
“Something I absolutely love in erotic fiction is taking the journey with a woman as she discovers her love for other women. Cherie’s Awakening delivers just that, and with such yummy detail! Not only was Cherie’s unplanned fling with her futa lover a delight to read, but the icing on the cake was the sensual self-love scene that follows (self-love in erotica is so important and so much fun to read!). An excellent story, and I truly hope this isn’t the last we see of Cherie.”
I went into this one not knowing much beyond the taboo connections between Catholicism and sexuality, and that futanari are undeniably extremely erotic beings. It certainly makes for an intriguing combination and one that can’t help but pique your interest. You have to ask yourself a few questions, such as “If we consider God’s crowning achievement to be creating and putting two naked people together that he imbued with healthy libidos and the urge to procreate, why would sex be a bad thing?”, “If nuns are the brides of God, does that mean the Creator is polyamorous?”, “Since ‘bride’ implies marriage and marriage carries the expectation of sex…?” and a few million more.
The story doesn’t waste any time getting to the place that you expect simply from the title, but it does it in a way that is as sincere as it is sexually charged. Valenti doesn’t mock or otherwise insult the church or its beliefs, instead showing that sensuality, sexuality, and spirituality can all be woven together into a harmonious union. In the process, we learn about the forgiveness that is often preached and that it must begin with ourselves. Conservative Christians and Catholics will undoubtedly get their panties in a twist, but mine were soaking wet and needed to be changed two or three times.
I grabbed this one (freebie) because I find the hucow kink interesting, whether in the purely dairy or full breeding incarnations. It took a few days, but I did get around to it. That was a mistake. It desperately needed an editor. I mean desperately. Even a beta reader would have fixed 90+% of the issues.
The constant switching back and forth between past and present tense from sentence to sentence was very disorienting. Things were badly misspelled, had dropped letters, or randomly capitalized. Pronoun usage was confusing and sometimes I never did figure out who was being referred to. The word choices were often decidedly unsexy. For example, using ‘dig’ over and over (almost exclusively) to mean sliding a cock in and out was off-putting. As my mind was automatically building pictures to accompany the words, I started having issues there. Even the most skilled contortionist would tell you that the human body simply does not work that way or shape into those positions/configurations. The author seemed to forget whether he had the wife on her back or front. How do strangers come into your house and know where all your sex toys are? Especially, when you made a big deal out of hiding them from your husband. Does it not even occur to you to make a single comment on the fact that your neighbor just came into your house with a bunch of other random guys and started raping you without a word? Or even have an unexpressed thought about it? Can milk flow out of your nipples while they have clamps tight on them? How did they tie your husband up when they arrived empty-handed? Did they bring a rope that you didn’t mention? Did they use clothing? Why is everyone ‘leaving long ropes of cum all over my eggs’? Biology doesn’t work like that. I could go on.
It felt like a randomly computer-generated story trying cram lactation, big black cock, alpha male, group sex, non-consent, cuckold, slut wife (not hotwife), bukkake, D/s, and impregnation into 3,875 words (yes, I counted). Except the computer would have not made all the spelling and grammar mistakes.
I cannot recommend this one. At all. Ever. I don’t want to be harsh, mean, or unpleasant. I really don’t. It’s just bad.
So, I did an ARC (Advance Review Copy) for Brianna Skylark for her book Play with Us: An Urban Game Night Foursome – find it here on Goodreads or here on Amazon – and one of the things that she asked for was to review it on Amazon. I was happy to do that. It’s a great story, I enjoyed it and I’ll follow the series. Play with Us is the second in her Erotic Swingers series. I haven’t grabbed the first story yet, but I intend to. She’s a great writer and if the rest of her work is like this, I’ll be following her.
Anyway, the review went up on Goodreads just fine. It went up on BookBub just fine. Amazon though…I’ve submitted that review FOUR times and it still hasn’t shown up. I haven’t gotten any emails that said that it was rejected or that there was any issues at all. Just to be on the safe side, I changed the word ‘anal’ to ‘rear’. Still nothing. I sent her an email explaining, but I’m still ticked at Amazon. So, I’m going to drop the review here as well:
“This book was very enjoyable to read. It has a slow build-up but it’s a very pleasant journey. All of the action is driven by the women, Emilia and Amy, but that shouldn’t confuse you into thinking that these are female-led relationships. They come across as quite balanced actually. It’s written as if the husbands are both acutely aware that for the relationship to form in a sustainable way, that it must be driven by the wive’s mutual attraction. There is a lot of flirting and teasing, and in fact, one of the characters complains about just that and how the situation makes that virtually unbearable at times. I can certainly empathize with their view. I’d be quite frustrated if I was in their position as well.
“There are a few things that did strike me, but I don’t think that they detracted from the story. For example, much ado is made about Cassian’s length, yet Amy easily took him fully in a single thrust. The same with Mark’s girth and Emilia’s anal penetration. There are often elements glossed over in stories with a high focus on romance, but the men’s physical attributes are iterated enough that I would have liked to see a bit more reaction from women with regard to them. Those issues aside, it’s a great story and well worth the read.”
This book was frankly fascinating. It wasn’t so much the story (thought it was a great story), it was the way that Sally stuck you in a dozen different bodies and yet every time she managed to make you feel every single aspect of what being that person was like. I admit that early in the story I thought that Sally was unnecessarily mean to a particular type of person, but with each word, I got drawn into the character and really felt like I was that person. It was no longer mean. It was simply a fact of their existence and vicariously, mine.
I found myself not wanting it to end because I just wanted Sally to show me so clearly what it is like to be another person. There wasn’t much sex is this one, and though I find it nearly painful to say so, I’m glad. The intense psycho-sensual stimulation of simply being another person would be overwhelming when combined with a good sex scene (which we know Sally can do quite skillfully.)
Needless to say, this is an excellent book and if you think that erotica can’t be deep and thoughtful, Sally’s about to prove you wrong.
I’ve decided to start writing reviews of the books that I read. As a writer, I know that writers bust their butts trying to realize an idea into a polished piece that let’s other see inside our heads for a little while. I know that I want you to see what I’ve created AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT IT. I’ve read the same thing over and over from other writers. So, I’m going to start giving my peers the same thing that I’m asking for. Without further ado:
Sally Bend’s daring and dynamic dame of deliciously delightful dimensions returns for a second installment. Ms. Moans’ previous adventure has left her with an unexpected consequence. Our heroine goes to drastic measures, taking us into an exploration of an experience that should be terrifying, but is instead incredibly sensual and erotic. Instead of the standard scene of the monster violating her, it reads like two equals engaged in passionate lovemaking, a clever trick when you’re dealing with an ancient monster from legend that defies human understanding.
Sally’s given us another fantastic chapter in Ms. Moans’ story and I can’t wait to read the next one. While this book doesn’t have the heart-lightening humor of the previous one, it makes up for it with a deep sensuality touches you in places that you might not be aware of with some very pleasant results.