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I love shemales. I visit them regularly, if not daily, on various
websites. Images and video clips of them, posing or in action, having
sex of one sort or another with others, including, sometimes, fellow
transsexuals, has inspired several of my stories. Such photographs and
film segments are also useful in focusing my descriptions of these
delightful creatures. Half-human (because of both their humanity itself
and their man-made sex and gender) and half-divine (because they are
created in the image of God, their Creator), these hermaphroditic honeys
are extraordinarily sexy. How could one not love them, and how could a
writer not write about them?
In this essay, I want to explore my fascination with this fetish by
describing a few images of these marvelous creatures, just to see where
this exercise may lead me as a writer and to share the results with you,
dear reader of lascivious Literortica. Nothing is preplanned; this is a
spontaneous exercise. Whatever use, merit, or purpose it has, if any,
will develop as a work in progress. It may fail to have any redeeming
value whatsoever, of course, but this is a risk that I'm willing to take,
for, quite often, it is just this sort of enterprise that does reap
benefits, immediate or eventual, and, for this reason, should be
encouraged.
* * *
Image 1: I see but a portion of her exquisite body; she is visible to me
only from her waist, down to the tops of her thighs. I see her navel;
her right hand (held in a fist, around her erect and ejaculating cock);
her stiff and swollen penis; the pouch of her tightly drawn scrotum; and
the flesh of her golden, smooth thighs, the right one of which wears a
dark stocking. Before her, at the level of her groin, I see a man's
face--or, rather, his nose and mouth, the lips of which are parted--and
think that he must be on his knees, poised to receive the streamers of
her gushing sex.
Image 2: My view is restricted to her left hand--or rather the fingers
of it and half its back--to her cock and balls, and to the uppermost
portions of her thighs. My immediate impressions are of sleekness and
pink--the texture and color of her skin, after which my gaze centers upon
her prick. The organ, half erect and circumcised, juts from her pubes,
the hair (if there is any there) of which is lost in the shadow of her
hand, the fingers of which she stretches above her penis. The
outstretched digits provide a point of comparison by which to gauge the
length of her distended member, which is probably between seven and eight
inches, but seem longer, foreshortened, as it is, by the angle at which I
view her glorious sex. Her balls, noticed almost as an afterthought, are
small and unobtrusive, a bulb from which the fruit of her loins grows,
stretching forth into the air, as if seeking nurture and sunlight.
Image 3: I see her blonde hair, falling straight alongside either of her
temples and cheeks to her shoulders, over which the golden tresses
cascade into oblivion; her arms--both the right and the left bent at the
elbow so that their respective hands grasp the seemingly gargantuan cock
that juts, erect, from between her curled fingers; the barest expanse of
the honey-hued flesh of her upper right thigh; and, of course, her
beautiful face, the features of which are both fine and clear, her eyes
crescent and her lips bowed in a lovely, if lascivious, smile that
signifies her enjoyment of her masturbatory play and, no doubt, of the
audience who views her.
Image 4: Again, my view is limited by a borderless frame, the photograph
ending in a rectangle that cuts off the figure so that only the
undersides of her supine, but raised, buttocks, each globe of which is
held by the spread fingers of her left or right hand; the small, tight,
bunched pouch of her scrotum, seen from behind and below (the penis not
pictured); and the erect cock, pointed toward her gaping, round anus,
signifying that she has just been fucked, presumably well, up her ass,
although there is no semen upon either her or the prick to signify the
completion of this act.
Image 5: The feminine figure is forced, as it were, into a triangular
shape, and a diagonal one, at that, by the odd and extreme angle at which
she is being photographed. At the apex of the triangle, over her right
shoulder, I see just her eyes and nose and a suggestion of red hair
alongside a sliver of her right cheek; the short pink sleeve above her
right triceps; her upper arm, elbow, and a brief portion of her forearm--
the left arm is completely hidden by her body; the bottom of her blue
denim mini-skirt, hitched over her hips; her buttocks, firm, high, and
tight, her perineum and the fleshly hem, so to speak, sewn, as it were,
down the center of the bridge between her rectum and her genitals; and
her testicles, hung inside the clapper of her scrotum, a bell, as it
were, nestled between the columns of her upper thighs. A masculine hand,
fingers spread like a fan, lies against the sleek flesh of her left
buttock.
Image 6: This time, I see most of the model: head, neck, right shoulder,
right arm and hand, fingers, cock, balls, and thighs, down to the knees.
She is Asian, with brown-black hair, smooth and lustrous, like spilled,
liquid chocolate, streaming down the left side of her face. Altogether
lovely, she looks pensive as she masturbates, holding her upright,
swollen penis in the curled fingers of her hand, seated with her thighs
splayed wide to reveal her magnificent member and the small, risen pouch
of her tightly drawn scrotum. On her left thigh, she wears a black,
lacey garter--her only clothing.
* * *
I stop after this last description, having found a way to turn them into
an erotic story of sorts, albeit more literary than lewd.
What I needed, of course, was a context that would make sense of the
descriptions, providing a reason for presenting them to the reader and a
significance for the descriptions themselves that goes beyond mere
description for its own sake. I found the solution in envisioning
someone examining the photographs that I describe. The owner of a
curiosity shop, he has come to a supplier to purchase post cards for his
stock. Each of the descriptions is of a post card that he considers,
but, of course, this information is withheld from the reader (to maintain
intrigue, if not suspense) until the end of the narrative. I will also
delete the designations, "Image 1" through "Image 6," supplying, in their
place, transitional sentences such as "He points out another image for me
to consider," "I take another of the photographs in hand, to examine it,"
or "He hands me the picture that he considers the best of the lot."
Then, following the sixth description, I will include the following
explanatory statement: "Having studied each of the post cards, I elect
to purchase two dozen of each, sure that they will fetch a handsome
profit for my curiosity shop, frequented as it is, by fanciers of the
third, or 'shemale,' sex."
The result, somewhat redundant now that it's been explained, follows:
* * *
I see but a portion of her exquisite body; she is visible to me only from
her waist, down to the tops of her thighs. I see her navel; her right
hand (held in a fist, around her erect and ejaculating cock); her stiff
and swollen penis; the pouch of her tightly drawn scrotum; and the flesh
of her golden, smooth thighs, the right one of which wears a dark
stocking. Before her, at the level of her groin, I see a man's face--or,
rather, his nose and mouth, the lips of which are parted--and think that
he must be on his knees, poised to receive the streamers of her gushing
sex.
Henry indicate another "masterpiece," as he calls it:
My view is restricted to her left hand--or rather the fingers of it and
half its back--to her cock and balls, and to the uppermost portions of
her thighs. My immediate impressions are of sleekness and pink--the
texture and color of her skin, after which my gaze centers upon her
prick. The organ, half erect and circumcised, juts from her pubes, the
hair (if there is any there) of which is lost in the shadow of her hand,
the fingers of which she stretches above her penis. The outstretched
digits provide a point of comparison by which to gauge the length of her
distended member, which is probably between seven and eight inches, but
seem longer, foreshortened, as it is, by the angle at which I view her
glorious sex. Her balls, noticed almost as an afterthought, are small
and unobtrusive, a bulb from which the fruit of her loins grows,
stretching forth into the air, as if seeking nurture and sunlight.
I take another of the photographs in hand, to examine it:
I see her blonde hair, falling straight alongside either of her temples
and cheeks to her shoulders, over which the golden tresses cascade into
oblivion; her arms--both the right and the left bent at the elbow so that
their respective hands grasp the seemingly gargantuan cock that juts,
erect, from between her curled fingers; the barest expanse of the honey-
hued flesh of her upper right thigh; and, of course, her beautiful face,
the features of which are both fine and clear, her eyes crescent and her
lips bowed in a lovely, if lascivious, smile that signifies her enjoyment
of her masturbatory play and, no doubt, of the audience who views her.
A fourth picture catches my eye:
Again, my view is limited by a borderless frame, the photograph ending in
a rectangle that cuts off the figure so that only the undersides of her
supine, but raised, buttocks, each globe of which is held by the spread
fingers of her left or right hand; the small, tight, bunched pouch of her
scrotum, seen from behind and below (the penis not pictured); and the
erect cock, pointed toward her gaping, round anus, signifying that she
has just been fucked, presumably well, up her ass, although there is no
semen upon either her or the prick to signify the completion of this act.
He points out another image for me to consider:
The feminine figure is forced, as it were, into a triangular shape, and a
diagonal one, at that, by the odd and extreme angle at which she is being
photographed. At the apex of the triangle, over her right shoulder, I
see just her eyes and nose and a suggestion of red hair alongside a
sliver of her right cheek; the short pink sleeve above her right triceps;
her upper arm, elbow, and a brief portion of her forearm--the left arm is
completely hidden by her body; the bottom of her blue denim mini-skirt,
hitched over her hips; her buttocks, firm, high, and tight, her perineum
and the fleshly hem, so to speak, sewn, as it were, down the center of
the bridge between her rectum and her genitals; and her testicles, hung
inside the clapper of her scrotum, a bell, as it were, nestled between
the columns of her upper thighs. A masculine hand, fingers spread like a
fan, lies against the sleek flesh of her left buttock.
He hands me the picture that he considers the best of the lot:
This time, I see most of the model: head, neck, right shoulder, right arm
and hand, fingers, cock, balls, and thighs, down to the knees. She is
Asian, with brown-black hair, smooth and lustrous, like spilled, liquid
chocolate, streaming down the left side of her face. Altogether lovely,
she looks pensive as she masturbates, holding her upright, swollen penis
in the curled fingers of her hand, seated with her thighs splayed wide to
reveal her magnificent member and the small, risen pouch of her tightly
drawn scrotum. On her left thigh, she wears a black, lacey garter--her
only clothing.
Having studied each of the post cards, I elect to purchase two dozen of
each, sure that they will fetch a handsome profit for my curiosity shop,
frequented as it is, by fanciers of the third, or "shemale," sex.
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