Trans-Sexual: Transgressive Erotica For Gender Queers by Jean Marie Stine


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Trans-Sexual: Transgressive Erotica For Gender Queers

Jean Marie Stine

Product Type: EBook
Price:  $4.99
Published by: Renaissance E Books
No. words: 40000
Categories: Lesbian Erotica       Gay Erotica      Erotic Fetishes
Published 10 / 2006
 

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Only Short Story Collection from Author of Season of the Witch! Jean Marie Stine is the erotic novelist SF Review hails as "lip-smackingly good." Here are ten sizzling, carnal treats that bend gender and transgress the limits of traditional sexuality from the deviant pen of Jean Marie Stine. In Jean Marie Stine's Trans-Sexual, you will encounter, up-close and in your face, a parade of the polymorphous perverse: butches, femmes, tops, bottoms, leather folk, dyke-boys, sissy-men, drag kings, drag queens, transsexuals, the intersexed, androgynes and other gender queers. Read these ten "carnally satisfactory--ingenuous" stories (Asimov's) and your view of sexuality--especially your own--will never be the same! In "Jinni's So Long At the Fair," you will encounter male lesbians from the future. In "Amaeru" a man desperate to experience the infancy he was denied as a child. In "What's a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This?," the dyke captain of sailing ship in the 1920s meets a not-so-repressed missionary's daughter. In "Les Freres Diabolique," a man is forced into a nightmare ordeal of sexual subjugation as a woman. In "Legacy," a woman discovers the key to her own sexuality through a series of erotic encounters as she travels the globe in search of the mother she has sworn to kill. In "In the Kingdom of the Sons," you will meet an a beautiful imperious woman, with a master plan, the equally-beautiful, pliant young ward she is willing to sacrifice, and the aged British roué who stands between them a multimillion dollar fortune! Plus four more mind- (and gender-) bending stories. Here is what the critics have said about the author's work: "History--spectacle--the Cecile B. DeMille of erotica."--Fetish Times. "Effective ... rich ... rewarding ... engrossing and unusual ... littered with genuine insights."--Ted White, former editor, Heavy Metal. "Powerful tales of ... sexual identity ... full-blooded ... taunt ... bears comparison with the best mainstream fiction."--Foundation (U. K.). Cover design: J.L. "Frankie" Hill


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So, that`s how I came to be laying on my back in a Port Moresby, with Sammie`s bloodied,
battered body above mine, perspiration streaming from both of us in the steaming heat.
"Are you sure you wouldn`t be wanting me to freshen up a bit first, colleen?" 
An almost comic concern furled her brow.  "It doesn`t seem fitt–"
I reached up, pulled her head down irresistibly to mine and began licking the
coppery-salt of the blood and sweat from her forehead.  
"Ah, you beautiful darling," she said, closing her eyes and letting her full
weight come down against me, her arms folding me in an embrace.  
I solemnly continued licking the gore from Sammie`s eyes and cheeks and throat and chin
and, finally, lips.
Then her teeth were in my lip, and her hand on my breast (blouse and corset having
somehow come undone).  I was struggling to get her shirt off and her trousers (her nipples
were already hard, breasts big, full, overpowering), and everything of cloth between my
legs contrived to vanish too (only my skirt lay rucked up around my waist); and our naked
bodies touched, and I could feel the scalding heat of her flesh all the way down my
length, from breast to navel to limbs.  Our arms circled each other`s nakedness and we
seemed but one skin, enfolded into itself; and whether I was myself looking up at Sammie
and kissing her, or Sammie looking down at me and kissing me, I could not tell.  I yearned
to claw my way out of myself and into her, and she must have seen something of this
franticness, for she crushed me to her all the harder, murmuring, "Colleen,
colleen."
She could see that I didn`t want patience, I didn`t want tenderness, I just wanted it
now, the feel of her in me; and her fingers were down there, probing upward through a
slickness all open and hungry for her.  The widening and stretching continued until it
felt as if a tree limb were trying to gain admittance, and with a convulsive leap of my
heart, the width broke through, and I held her hand within me.

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