Review of The Fence by Lusty Soul

At one time in my life —  for most of it actually — I was a male of the species. As I read this story by Lusty Soul, long forgotten memories of the overpowering feelings of lust a young man can suffer came rushing back. The struggle to find just the right words to persuade the girl to relent… the inability to think of anything but how to win over her reluctance…. worst of all — the dreaded ‘blue balls’ of death. Haha at least it felt like one would die.

How in the world this female writer managed to get so fully into the mind of a lust-maddened boy amazes me. It shows the power and skill of her writing. The opening chapters will be recognized by practically all males reading this book. Trust me boys… it will be worth the read. Because once Lusty Soul gets to the more erotic portion of the book it is a steamroller of an experience.

The Fence is a book that will melt your zipper. Her scenes of passionate lovemaking at the fence are so hot, so descriptive, so… right on… that you will need to take a little break before finishing the last sentence. I needed a shower and a cigarette… and I don’t smoke.

This book is five star all the way.

Futanari Convent Book 1 & 2

When I was preparing to notify the world <cough cough> about my latest book I came across two reviews that I hadn’t read. Surprised me. I thought Amazon was supposed to notify me when a review was put on my author’s page. Regardless, need to do a little crowing. The reviews were written March 31, 2018 while these two books were written March 10, 2016 and March 18, 2016. Wow. Two years ago. And yes, during this period I was putting out one book a week. This was before I discovered Second Life hahahahaaha. It does my heart good to know I am still being read.

 

Beauty in Ruins reviewed Futanari Convent Book 1: Transition: A Futa Fantasy

 A perversion that enhances the trappings of faith rather than condemns them March 31, 2018

Damn. This was a fantastic story, with an incredible amount of detail in establishing the kinky scenario and the blasphemous setting. My only real complaint is that it is too short, especially in the second part.

With Futanari Convent Book 1: Transition, Isabella Belucci introduces us to an alternate timeline where futanari have not only become the next stage in human evolution, but have become an accepted, integrated part of society. Young women with the right DNA anxiously await their 25th birthday to see if they will transform into sexually charged superiority.

What makes this such a fitting choice for our Hell for the Holidays theme is the ways Belucci has sexualized the setting, the costumes, and the practices of a traditional convent, turning it into a safe place for these young women to be guided through their transformation. Those little details are absolutely glorious, from the black latex fetishized nun’s outfits, to the rosary beads with the futa symbol pendants, to the futanari commandments, to the whole new level of worship required of a true Mother Superior. It is all sex-positive and gender-positive, a perversion that enhances the trappings of faith rather than condemns them (although purists will still find cause to be offended).

 

Beauty in Ruins reviewed Futanari Convent Book 2: A New World: A Futa Fantasy

While the first book, Transition, served as an introduction to the new world, it also served as an introduction to Jessica – a young woman on the cusp of her 25th birthday. She is oh-so-eager to become futa, and her experiences with Mother Superior and the other Sisters have only stoked the fires of her desires.

Futanari Convent Book 2: A New World opens with that pivotal birthday, a day that seems disappointingly like any other, sending Jessica to bed with a heavy heart and pains in her stomach. Those pains only get worse, until she passes out from exhaustion. Minor spoiler, perhaps, but if you did not expect her to wake up futa, then you were not reading the same series!

There is not a lot of story to this second half of the story, but what it does offer is some of the must succulent sex scenes Isabella Belucci has ever shared. As was the case with her fetishizing of the convent (which does continue here with ritualized bloodletting and recitation of the futa commandments), it is the little details that make this so rewarding. Things like the almost scalding heat of futa fluids, the massive swelling of breasts, the inhuman size of their futa members, and the insatiable lust of their transformed bodies.

While there are only 2 stories in the Futanari Convent series, the characters do return in the Mother Superior trilogy – Futa v. Vampire, Decisions, and Confrontation – which I am eager to check out next.

Thank you Beauty in Ruins for your thoughts and kind words. <mwahh> These books are available on Amazon.

Writing News

I’ve published a new book, a new genre, a new pen name, on Amazon. A New Beginning by Robin Sweets. After a great deal of reflection, I decided to go with a different name from Isabella Belucci. Why? Because while I have fans (yes, I actually do!) that buy my books as soon as they come online, they are following my trans/futa erotic romances. I figured, perhaps incorrectly, that the type to read about giant male appendages on a female may not be interested in a love affair between two regular women. No extra parts. No massive anything.

Yes, i wrote a lesbian erotic romance. Shorter than I liked but that is how the story revealed itself to me. I will start on part two to bring these two lovebirds together.

Blurb

Rachel is a woman in search for love. Tai is in search of a new life. Chance brings these two together. Facing down a man to rescue Tai, Rachel finds it much more challenging helping her discover love with another woman. 

Tai finds the prospect frightening. A completely alien concept to her, she panics when taken to a lesbian club for the first time Yet… her curiosity is aroused. Can Rachel cautiously show Tai that love is love?

Excerpt

“Do you want to talk? Or just sit here? Sitting is ok.” Tai chewed on her lower lip, eyes looking at her hands twisting in her lap. Rachel had learned the signs. Tai was thinking. Considering. I’ll remain quiet and let her work this out.

“Lesbianism. Girls kissing and… you know. Doing stuff. I don’t understand it. How do you make love?”

“It’s the same as with a man. All the good parts of sex with none of the ugly. Soft, warm, sexy. No pounding on your body, no hairy chest irritating your nipples. No grunting like a gorilla.”

“How do you know what to do?”

“Aw sweetie, you just figure it out.”

Tai scoots over next to Rachel and worked her fingers in her hair. Then she softly kisses her. Hands travel around her shoulders, casually brushing her breasts, She hefts one of Rachel’s tits and smiles.

The long kiss continues while they hold one hand. Breathing gets heavy. Kisses get wetter. Tai unbuttons Rachel’s blouse and pushes her hand inside the bra. Nipples are hard. She lightly circles the hard nubbin with her palm.

Tai takes Rachel’s hand and puts it on her own breasts. Rachel wraps her arms around Tai and the intensity of the kiss increases. Rachel is content to let Tai take the lead. Her pace. Her comfort zone.

Tai stands, takes her hand, and pulls her to her bedroom. Laying Rachel onto the bed, she continues to undress her. The blouse is opened fully, exposing Rachel’s pert tits, nipples hardened in passion. The kissing never stops. Rachel is breathing harder and faster, lust taking over her caution. Who is moving too fast now?!

Come join me to see how this turns out. Since characters take on a life of their own, who knows! That is the fun of writing. A New Beginning

 

Transition Update – Atlanta Trip

Yesterday was my every-fourth-month appointment with my doctor. Eight hours round trip not counting time spent in Atlanta. I’m nothing if not determined and dedicated! But…

I’ve been expressing discouragement to my SL family. A year and nine months into my transition and except for little boobies (which i really enjoy, by the way!)  there is no outward change. I know I’m not going to become Sophia Loren (83 yo)… hell, i’d be satisfied with any more feminine than Ernest Borgnine in drag! But nothing going on.

I expressed this two ways yesterday. One, i wore boy clothes there. Jeans, button up shirt and boat shoes. This is the first time my doctor has seen me this way. And two, I flat out told him that i was coming to the conclusion and adjusting to the fact there would be no changes. That i had waited too long to begin this. Decades too long.

He took a look at my lab results and there was a disturbing reading. My testosterone is pretty much eliminated. I don’t think i ever had much to begin with. But my estrogen level was at 38. Last visit was over 100. No new medication being taken, nothing that should effect my E level. So he had me take another blood test on the way out to doublecheck. Then he said if it came out the same he would up my estradiol pills to 8 mg a day, up from 6 mg, OR put me on patches or give shots. I assume the patches or shots will put more into my body. Double up that shit!

Regardless. My transition is not going well, my friends. I look at transition pictures on Reddit and follow many transgender women on Tumblr and i just want to hang myself! (metaphorically speaking, y’all) They are fantastic. I’ve seen bearded musclebound men turn into an attractive woman quickly. And i think to myself ‘what the fuck?’ Sigh

I”m whining. I know. I’m usually more up. I’ve told my family that i started this transition late in life because i didn’t want to die as an old man. I’m afraid..

Eh. Just post-visit depression, i guess. This is my promised update on my transition.

On a happier note, I’ve finished my first book in a year and a half! My writing has been trans erotic romances or futa erotic romances (59 ‘books’ on Amazon). I have written my first lesbian erotic romances. Had to decide whether to use a pen name on this. Not sure of a fan picking up this book based on my name (yes, i actually have fans that snag my books before they get advertised) would be disturbed by the genre change. I write as Isabella Belucci. Was considering… thanks Trixssy for such a delightful suggestion. Not sure “Monica Mufflebum” will fit the cover pic. LOL.

Till my next post, my darlings… hugs and kisses

Alternatives

Specifically,  Second Life alternative accounts. Once you have your main account, avatar, life going on in second life, some people will start a second account. I read on Facebook a poster upset over her partner who apparently created not only an alt, but an alternative life. Good reason to want to kick him in the Aeros!

I am infamous. I have had 7 alts, now defunct… retired… one dead.  I had a reason for these accounts, so i would like to defend the use of an alt.

My first alt came about because of my lifestyle. I was a sub, collared. My mistress had an app on my collar called Spy. Spy would collect every teleport i made and my side of any conversation. I discovered the next day she was dropping in on each teleport to see what i was doing and chatting with whoever was around asking about me. I may have been submissive but i still felt that an intrusion. I wasn’t doing anything i should be ashamed of. Not unfaithful. Just different music venues.

So i created an alt to feel free to get around. That one went off the rails and i caused pain to too many people. I learned my lesson with alts. As the FB poster noted, she was greatly pained by what her ex-partner had done. His was purposeful, and he was a bastard. Mine was accidental. But pain caused nonetheless. I apologized to those I interacted improperly with.

But after that! Oy. I am a writer as my profile will tell you. What a great way to gather material and try out circumstances. Thus, my next alt was created at first to meditate, contemplation on a historical Japanese sim. Great way to start the day. But i got a great idea… what is it like to sell yourself? A little Firestorm search and i found myself, kimono and all, on the auction board at PoD auction house. For a three-week period I sat on a cushion twice a day being interviewed. I have many pages of notes about the emotions involved. Nervous, am i doing it right, should i dress sexy like that barbie kneeling on the next cushion, do i have any worth… so many things filled my mind. (By the way, i didn’t go for much — L$1,500)

Then came a cute little fawn, a half-goat girl. What better way to experience discrimination. You’d think in a world where you can literally be anything you want everyone would be cool with it. Nope. I was a fawn for a month and made not one… NOT ONE… friend. So i kicked it up a notch… an African-American woman. I’m sad to say i still believe there is discrimination in SL. I may be wrong. But after a short life I gave up both of them.

And that’s how it went, my friends. A purpose-driven alt (1) because it is fun and a challange to built something (find the avatar look you like, find a style of clothing that fits, etc.), and (2) to achieve a set goal. Once that goal is reached, i simply quit logging on. They’re laying there, all lined up, hoping someday to be reawakened. “Do Electric Sheep Dream of Androids?”

So I’m sorry to that original poster for the pain her asshole of an ex-partner caused. Some folks totally forget that behind every avatar is a living, feeling human being. Emotions are SO strong in Second Life. We live in our minds which seem to magnify feelings. Be careful using alts.

 

NEXT POST: an update on my transition.

Second Life Family

I joined Second Life because i live an isolated, lonely life. On purpose. It’s a safety thing for me. My own family had deserted me. My very first acts on landing in this strange new world was (1) look up my friends Daniel and Tish Wolfsong’s bar (they are now my SL brother and sister); get from them suggestions for transgender sims; and start searching for anything transgender related. A little narrow-casting in my wants at this point, huh. Which led me to a now-defunct sim TransTastic where, for the first time, I met others like me. Same issues. Same problems. But others to talk about it and share my life. At last! Someone who also had dysphoria. It was wonderful.

As often happens in Second Life, that sim folded. But before it did, i had discovered a new life that would serve me well… D/s — dominant/submissive — BDSM. Dancing at TransTastic i met an attractive girl who talked with me. That alone was an exhilarating experience for me haha. Then she revealed she was a sub with a mistress i had yet to meet. We danced over a period of days while i thoroughly researched the subject and found myself interested. She invited me to their home to meet the domme. Two days later i was submitted, collared and learning the myriad mistakes one can make LOL. Yikes.

A family. A domme and two subs… but in my mind, a mother and two sisters.

And that’s how it’s been ever since. I see this lifestyle i’ve chosen as being a mother with a growing family. That’s wrong, as i’ll mention later, but for the longest time that is what i felt.  Over time I gather others to me. I provided them love, a place to live, safety, caring, encouragement.

I have learned, thanks to my mentor Chloe, that i am not a mother. I am their domme. Big difference which i won’t go into here. I have become stronger from her guidance, and from the encouragement of the girls themselves, particularly my SL wife Trixssy.  The Hand of the Queen! They want me strong and decisive. I am.

Today i pruned from my family tree. An errant daughter (continuing the metaphor) who failed to show up for weeks at a time. Patience growing to impatience, excuses lacking, time to cut the duckling loose to learn to fly on her own.

We’re still a family. We talk, we encourage, we occasionally fight LOL, but in the end, we’re the Bella family. Proud and united.

I have a family.

At last.

It’s Been Far Too Long

I started this blog a long time ago with the purpose of sharing my trials and tribulations on transitioning male to female. It began with the search for a new doctor. I then migrated to discussing the process of writing Amazon ‘books’. Fifty-nine books later I discovered Second Life. Haha. I haven’t written a single book since.

In Second Life (“SL”) My life became enmeshed with developing a life i can never have in real life. Real life I am a quiet, shy, often frightened old trans woman hoping to go unnoticed through the remainder of my life. Alone, isolated, left with my imagination, a chiweenie named Rachel, and a few computers.

But in second life I am a hot, sexy (t least I think so) Japanese domme with a family of submissives living in my Tudor manor. My life is shopping, dancing, exploring and living a BDSM lifestyle with all that entails.

Guess which i prefer.

So from now on, this blog will reflect new aspects of my life. Still with my transitioning which, actually, only has a year and half to go before reaching my maximum effect; but now with Second Life experiences/thoughts/feelings; and also the occasional writing of erotic romances. I have purposely built alts (alternative SL accounts) to have targeted experiences which i will incorporate into fiction.

I hope you stick with me, my dear readers. Life is an evolution. Come with me. I’ll try to entertain you.

Musings on Two Events

Source: Musings on Two Events

Musings on Two Events

At my latest appointment with my transition doctor my pleas were heard. Since my second visit I’ve asked him to increase my dosage. I’m old and in a hurry LOL. Of course, I asked in a joking manner… I don’t tell highly educated doctors what to do. He’d look at my labs and say ‘no, you are where I want you to be.’  Well I’ll be damned if he looked over all my lab results this time, nodded gently and said ‘your testosterone is excellent, but I think we can up your estrogen.’ I squealed a little bit, embarrassingly so. He raised my dosage by 50%! Now we’re getting somewhere.

Had a horrible experience recently. If you’ve read my blog you know I am involved with various ministries in the Catholic church, and have had some minor and major battles with priests, their homilies and the Church’s stance. At the church I am currently a member I happen to be the head of the bereavement committee. When a parishioner dies I lead the process from notification to creating the mass booklet to the funeral mass itself. I’m not done until dirt is being thrown on the grave.

So on Tuesday i saw through a funeral mass. As usual, due to too much practice, everything went perfectly. I take pride in making things run smoothly… this is a process to honor a deceased’s life and is important to the family to remember their last pubic appearance of their loved one.

At the after-mass luncheon the family and friends gather to share a meal and memories. We on the committee take part in the meal. So I’m sitting at a table with my co-members shoveling down some home cooking not my own (always a plus) when one of the family members approaches us. This is a normal event. The family likes to thank us for our efforts at this difficult time.

“I just wanted you to know… i find you a disgrace.  I’m disgusted you had anything to do with my mother’s funeral. I hope you’re happy.”

Stunned? Yeah. Speechless? Absolutely. Angry? No. Only angry I don’t pass well enough to have no such scene. I’m rarely spoken to quite so directly, though. When my ex-priest spent four homilies decrying the destruction of the family by those ‘men in dresses’ I simply left that church and moved to this one. I’m not a confrontational person.

Those two events intertwine. Hopefully my transition will improve enough that someone may say to themselves ‘something odd about that ugly old woman’ but feel no need to ask me why.  Then I can go about my life quietly without incident. I have no desire to do anything other than live my life quietly and in peace.

 

Depression

Yes, once again. Hormone Replacement Therapy has its joys and its drawbacks. I can only explain my occasional depression by the hormones, as otherwise I should be ecstatic every day. I’m happily married to the love of my life. I love her in real life too. I have friends who care for me and invite me to sail, to attend fun theme parties. I live in a beautiful home and have exciting adventures in Second Life that I would never attempt in Real.

Yet here I am. Listening to live music at Beau Belle Coffee Shop and crying uncontrollably. Well, I was. I’m OK now or I wouldn’t be able to type haha. <sigh>

There are days like this I think I’ll just chuck the whole thing. Pour my drugs down the toilet and flush them away just like I’ve flushed away my life in this vain attempt to be something apparently God didn’t want for me and I feel will never attain. Burn my dresses, toss my wigs in the trash and lock myself away in a small cabin in the Appalachians or something. (Notice I didn’t mention my heels. A girl’s gotta have something.) I wonder if they’ll deliver pizza up there? My tastes are simple.

Ever have days like this? Where nothing is worth it?

Fuck.

I’ll be better tomorrow.