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A Fruitful Exercise

byCal Y. Pygia©

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 Literotica. 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.

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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.

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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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