Writer/director/actor Eric Edwards has another erotic masterpiece on his hands, intertwining flashbacks from Mirage (featuring Peter North, Taylor Wane, Alice Springs, T.T. Boy, Marc Wallice and Trinity Loren) which help weave an even more intricate tale.  This sequel picks up where the original left off.  Ashley Gere now runs her own publishing company, but she is as pigheaded as North was before her, refusing to give her tireless assistant Britt Morgan a shot at writing fame.  Constantly "dancing on the edge," Gere drifts in and out of fantasy, masturbating to the written word, entertaining three sets of male hands which grope her, writhing amid sexual dreams.  It's all beautifully videographed and edited.

When Morgan ventures out to Cactus Valley with Tom Chapman on a train, again, events of the original feature are mirrored.  Their bathroom encounter is classic - smoldering and ingeniously intercut with placards about passengers cleaning up after themselves.  Indeed they do.  Footage in an actual ghost town puts Chapman against saloon girl Nina Hartley.  When she spreads her thighs in crotchless pantaloons, her titties spilling out of a waist cincher, it's almost too much to bear.  The Morgan/Horner encounter is a passionate, gutteral grunter, enfused with true lust.  And Gere, taking on Randy West and Tom Byron in a Middle Eastern restaurant is also a scorcher.

The performances are outstanding, especially Gere and Morgan (who's evolved into the "secretary supreme" of this genre).  Sex in unusual places, a literate and fascinating script with more twists and turns than a rattlesnake, plus superb production values all around make this a hands-down winner.  And the ending - it'll give you chills.  Food for the body and the mind.  Amid the drek that often floods the market, you'll wonder if this gem is real or just a mirage.  But trust us, it's for real.  Buy it.  Stock it.  See it.