Gotta Go

women_drama51-300x257I have done a lot of soul-searching the last couple of days. I just can’t go on, I can’t do it. I believe my priest has poisoned  others against me. I have started to notice other parishioners giving me the old side-eye, people I have known and worked with for years now. I’ve led committees, been a… never mind. It doesn’t matter. Church has become a toxic atmosphere and is doing absolutely no good for my soul. I quit. I told Father today I was leaving the church and walked away.

I feel better already. Relieved. Sad, but relieved.

Rant: Pissed Again

anger-18658_960_720I had to take a long drive this morning, just to clear my mind and find peace. As usual, I attended morning Mass… in fact, I was the lector (read the scriptures aloud minus the Gospel).

As I noted in an earlier post, Pissed Off, my priest is very conservative. He’s even said bad things about the current Pope because he’s too liberal in his opinion. In Pissed Off I noted how he went on a homily rant about trans people. It took me over a day to get over that.

So this morning the First Reading — the reading I read to everyone — was about Jeremiah prophesying concerning the potter taking clay and making whatever object he pleased. According to him, it is not up to the pot to remake itself in any fashion it wishes. If he makes a pot with a spout, removing the spout goes against its maker and is cursed.

Well fuck you, Father. You had me read the very scripture you were going to use to chastise me. He always, I mean always, bases his homily on the Gospel. Today, Jeremiah. I was thiiiiiiis close to standing up, lifting my skirt and waving my spout at him yelling ‘and I’m still a woman anyway.’

A Tumblr friend — wishyoulivedcloser –gave me excellent ammunition should he ever directly accost me. It concerns Phillip and the Ethiopian eunuch as noted in the book of Acts. I keep it at my fingertips! Thanks

Twice in one month. <sigh> I shouldn’t let this stuff get to me. But I left DC because of the dangerous atmosphere and actual physical attacks. Since I moved to this small town everyone pretty much ignores me but does nothing to embarrass or humiliate me. Just toleration, which is all I want. To go to church in order to be attacked is just… just… wrong.

Is It Wrong?

04c3fa69495123beffabd891ba430048Real Life: My breasts are thickening nicely. And my nipples appreciate V’s attention. Ahh, life is good with hormones! I tend to giggle or tear up at the drop of a hat. Regardless, I certainly wish I had started decades sooner. But better late than never.

Second Life: I had a difficult decision on entering the sim Second Life. It is hard to explain, actually. As a transgender woman I wanted to experience, digitally, being a woman. Yet being TG I felt I should stay true to myself. I joined transgender groups, got an apartment in a transgender apartment building, and go to various LGBTQ-friendly clubs. So I shop around in the sim to buy an attachment to match how I have to live? I can’t believe I seriously contemplated such a thing. It just dawned on me… I’m a woman. Parts  don’t define me. I simply am what I am. And what I am is a woman. So my avatar is most definitely female all the way. Hear me roar! And don’t let my swinging boobs knock you over as I pass! (For those who know SL, I discovered the physics button — whoa momma)

Wonderful Day Sailing

Sailing with Whiskas 5 croppedSecond Life provides the opportunity for activities I haven’t done in years. A couple of days ago it was sailing with a new friend. We met as I was doing my favorite activity… shopping! She taught me about sandboxes. The next day we got together again to sail. I had a wonderful time with the wind blowing through my hair. Unfortunately, I hadn’t shopped for a bikini so I went au naturel… the wind blew through everything! (I’m the brunette.)

Futa Road Trip Bundle LIVE

Futa Road Trip BundleI just can’t help myself. I’ve published yet another book, Futa Road Trip Bundle. A bundling of the three-book series, this follows the futa Rose as she decides her life is empty and attempts to reach out to others.


This tells the story of Rose, a successful futa who loses her job through a merger. Immediately rehired across the country, she sets out on a voyage to re-evaluate her lonely life. In Chicago, she meets a beautiful young black woman shows her some sights and opens her eyes. She joins the trip. At a stopover in Omaha, one of them gets a little tied up. In a good way.

This is a 20,000-word book about a futa about loneliness and determination and contains public sex, handjobs, blowjobs, oral and interracial sex, riding, voyeurism, shibari.


Personal Growth

He returned to his cruiser. When he closed his door Rose followed him, making sure to work her walk from her car to his cruiser extra sexy. His eyes followed every sway. And there was a lot to sway. He was startled when she climbed into the passenger seat.

“You cannot be in here, ma’am,” he said.

“I just want to see if there’s any way we can work this out.” While he stared at her face – discomfort washing across his own – Rose made a point to stare at the growing bulge in his pants. He appeared to have a sizable python of his own.

Rose leaned back against the door and faced him. Her left leg was on the seat and the other on the floor, crotch pushed against the stretchy material. A damp spot grew where her piss slit lay. The cruiser flooded with pheromones.

Rose saw a night stick in a slot by his hand. She leaned over to grab it, pushing her large breasts on his forearm as she did. The nipples dug into his arm. With stick in hand she leaned back against the door, stared him in the eyes and brought the blunt end to her mouth. Her tongue slid across the hard black plastic. She opened her mouth wide to slid the blunt end along the flat of her tongue. It had no discernible flavor, but she moaned as if it was the most delicious thing ever. He closed his eyes for a few seconds.

She pulled her shorts leg to one side, exposing her dripping cunt. The pungent smell of excited pussy flooded the car. Rose laid the baton at her entrance and eased it against her puffy labia. A gush of honey coated the stick.

The sound of a zipper made her lower her eyes. The cop pulled out his erect member. The shaft was thin but had an enormous apple-sized glans. His hand stroked the length slowly while focused on his nightstick sinking into her greedy gash. Rose’s forearms tensed from her grip.

Chicago Shenanigans

The chairs in the Adler Planetarium laid back comfortably so they could stare up at the projected stars. Looking around they could see they were alone. Not surprising. It’s the middle of the week. Tourists were nowhere to be found at this time. Rose had to taste those lips. She went in as soon as they were stretched out. Her lips pressed against the fullness. Dusty groaned as her tongue ran along Rose’s. They tasted as good as they looked. She nibbled lightly, drawing more moans.

The lights went off plunging them into total darkness. A stentorian voice began to drone, describing the creation of the universe. Rose only cared about the creation of the love affair in front of her. She lightly ran her hand along Dusty’s thin arm, testing the strength just under the skin. The muscles trembled at her touch.

Rose’s palm ran off the arm onto Dusty’s leg. It was stretched out. Her palm felt the muscular leg under the white jeans material. It was a runner’s leg. A leg meant to be wrapped around a lover’s head.

Dusty didn’t remain placid. She reached for Rose’s tits, feeling their heaviness. A hard nipple pressed into her palm while she squeezed the dense globe. It was Rose’s turn to moan at the attention. Her nubs were sensitive. They reacted by growing longer and leaking a small amount of milk. She had been teased all day. The constant attention her ass had taken while strolling around the museum, the hand-holding, the touching of hips, lips… she was rapidly reaching a point where she didn’t care where or how, she needed to fuck someone.

Omaha Bound

The two walked carefully down the wide stairs that was the entry to La Club. It appeared to be in the basement of the building over the top of it… a hotel. Isn’t that convenient, Rose thought. They stood just inside the door, eyes adjusting to the cacophony of activity in the dimness.

Dusty wore a crossover bright blue tulip dress that hugged her body. Her chest, thanks to the miracle of tape, displayed some cleavage. The short skirt showed off her legs. Rose was in a sea-green sequined dress that caught what little light radiated around the room. Candles stuck in numerous sconces, certain to be fake, produced faint illumination. Faint lighting can be our friend, she thought. Her futa body stretched the material of the dress to its limit. The hem was too short to successfully hide her penis which dangled between her muscular thighs. The breasts, fully covered, pushed proudly before her like the prow of a seagoing vessel.

They could feel eyes on them. Many eyes of both sexes. Dusty wrapped an arm around Rose, eyes roaming the room taking in everything and everyone. Talk that had stopped on entry of the two lovelies began again. This time they were being talked about. And why not. They were a stunning duo.

Rose led them toward the back. Along the way were several hallways that shuttled into other parts of the club. A wide variety of body types were on display. Everywhere she looked had writhing, sweaty bodies, clothed and unclothed. The small rooms appeared to be specialized: chains, whips, odd-looking chairs; huge mattress; saddles with bridles. A large room was stuffed with squirming men and women in various configurations. Some she couldn’t fathom right away, but before she could interpret what she was seeing another movement would catch her eye.

A couple of lovely young women took Dusty by the hand and pulled her in one direction, while a giant stud of a man whisked Rose in the other. He led her to a large room – probably the main room – where couples were scattered about randomly. The men stood, staring down at their kneeling companion eagerly sucking swollen cocks. Sweat poured down their chests. The women fisted the jutting members while another woman knelt behind the male, pinching and rubbing flat asses.

This series was a lot of fun to write. It mirrored my cross-country trip and got to mentally revisit some spots I hit along the way. Check it out on Amazon at Futa Road Trip Bundle.

Quite a Time Since My Last Post

female by picjumbo 2015 on PixabayIt’s been an exciting time around the Belucci household. I managed to get through several masses now without getting pissed at my priest. I haven’t feared about being outed by him. After the annoying and offensive homily where he couldn’t look me in the face, we’ve had a couple of meetings about an upcoming event I’m heading. Quiet, friendly meetings.

I have a two car garage with two cars parked in it. I managed to park my SUV too close to the next one and put a deep gash in my fender. I don’t really get upset over stuff like that. I’m not big into car love… they are just a way to get from here to there. Still. Not pretty.

I’ve discovered the joys of Second Life, an on-line sim a blog friend often posts about. Thanks, Daniel and Tish Wolfsong. I’ve had a wonderful time walking around, meeting people… and free shopping! Free shopping! Dresses, shoes, hair. Can life get any better? And where I can even dance. Wow. A funny thing happened today while I was visiting Daniel’s bar. I was playing with audio, trying to figure out how to chat verbally rather than typing. Daniel was my guinea pig. Patient. So as I was speaking mi amor V started saying ‘who are you talking to?’ Daniel started asking ‘who was that?’ Haha. I had no idea he could hear both our voices. I answered one at a time and just clouded the process even more. Funny stuff (well, to me anyway.)

My Facebook account was apparently hacked. Well, not apparently. It was. A really dirty picture showed up under my name. Dirty enough to get me put in jail for three days. I can read comments, I just can’t post any replies or my own posts. My usual porn on FB consists of high heels. Glorious high heels. Oh well, it’s only three days (a day and a half now). Shit happens, right?

With my new doctor see much earlier posts to explain that) I had to get lab tests at the initial exam and again a month later. I went into their medical portal to check on my hormone levels… nothing posted. <sigh> I’m one of those anal types that love test results. I love to pour over them, google them,  to make sure everything is going well. I don’t see him again until September, so I guess I’ll just have to wait.

That’s what’s been going on since my last post about my book going live on Amazon. The best sales/reads have done since being available is a ranking of 44. Anything under 100 is joy-making. Currently it sits at 78, so still good. I’d pat myself on the back but by tomorrow I’ll be well over 100, so I’ll save it for other writings. Haha.

In case I haven’t mentioned it, I’m thankful for those of you who read my blog. It’s fun to write and to read what other people post. It’s always good to hear from accepting folk. In my real life… not so much. But here… in my books… now in SL, people are wonderful. Thank you. Keeps me sane (no small task LOL).


The Office Futa Book 3: Power Play

The Office Futa 3I did it again. I just can’t help myself. My futa Elena has fallen in love and,  despite warnings, her lover Joy couldn’t care less about the inherent dangers involved in such a romance. The Office Futa Book 3: Power Play is available at Amazon.


The futa Elena drives her love home with Joy, her sexy co-worker. Warning her of the dangers of loving a futanari, Joy happily embraces them.

Rapidly climbing the firm ladder, a roadblock presents itself with the return of a powerful nemesis. If she can’t be damaged directly, can she be affected through Joy? A battle of wits begins. Who will win?

And has Joy truly contemplated the consequences of becoming a futa herself? Lusting for the outrageous figure is one thing . . . dealing with it is another.

This is a 7,600 word romance between futa and human, light BDSM, masturbation, oral and riding.


They didn’t waste any time, heading straight into the bedroom. Side by side with hips mashed against one another, Elena kissed Joy gently, hand cupping her face. Her fingers traced a smooth cheek before curling around her neck to pull tightly. The intensity of the kiss grew, passion communicated in the most basic of ways. A probing tongue was answered with rapid breathing and a soft moan.

Elena abandoned the face and sought the soft curves of her chest. Joy heaved against the pressure, pressing herself on the insistent palm. Her hand covered Elena’s to pull even harder, clenching her delicate globe. Elena broke the kiss.

“These would get huge, you know. You always look so fashionable now. Clothes won’t fit right after.”

“Really? I’d get like these, huh,” she said as her small hand grabbed a handful of futa boob. Flesh overflowed her fingers.

“Exactly. Imagine walking down the street with these like two fighting dogs under your blouse. The stares you’d get, the catcalls.” In response Joy pinched a growing nipple between her fingers. Elena sucked air.

Elena’s hand wandered lovingly across Joy’s stomach to brush across the front of her panties. She could feel puffy lips underneath, heat radiating from them. With a sob Joy fell back on the bed, arm across her eyes. She concentrated on the sensations emanating from the nexus of hand to cunt. Elena kept the pressure precisely right, encouraging a burgeoning clitoris.

Joy placed her hand along the long bulge that was Elena’s cock. It was already thick and throbbing with life. She pulsed on it, gripping and releasing, teasing the giant meat.

“And having a futanari penis, darling. It can actually become a problem of balance. He thinks for himself, I swear to god. And not knowing where to put it.”

“Oh baby,” Joy said, smiling, “I’d know where to put it.” She chuckled lightly.

With my usual shyness and subtlety, I’m pretty sure I have a couple of sex scenes included. Handcuffs! What a bastard! Read and you’ll see what I mean. The Office Futa Book 3: Power Play now available at