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August 31, 2018
#Erotica Every Day: Stranger in a Dark Place
September 27
Stranger in a Dark Place© 2018 Giselle Renarde
We made eye contact across the bar. Classy joint. I’d worn my man-eater outfit: skin-tight red dress, scarlet heels that shone like glossy nail polish. Took more than an hour to get my hair and makeup just right.
If I didn’t get laid, I’d lose my mind.
People think I’m so strong and put-together—and I am, at the office—but there’s a big bad world outside work. I wanted to take full advantage.
Or, rather, I wanted the big bad world to take full advantage of me.
When I spotted him, I knew he’d do well. His suit was expensive. It fitted his square shoulders like a dream. He hadn’t shaved before coming out tonight—that much was obvious. His chiselled jaw looked good with all that stubble. I could practically feel it shredding my bare skin as he took me from behind.
He was chatting up a young blonde when our eyes met across the bar. No, no, sexy stranger. You don’t want her. You want me instead. And I want you. Can’t you tell?
Turning fully around on my bar stool, I gave him a good look at my fabulous figure. When his gaze fixed on my tight red dress, I uncrossed my legs and slowly crossed them again. Under the bar’s low light, I’m sure he couldn’t see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. But I’m also sure he got the message loud and clear.
After downing the dregs of my Cosmopolitan, I set the glass gently on the bar and slid from my seat. By turning away from him, I ensured he’d get a good look at the swell of my ass.
I made my way toward the exit. Not the main exit, of course. The back door. Beyond the restrooms. Beyond the kitchen. Beyond the cash office where the bar manager was clearly fucking one of the girls on staff. The door was closed, but they weren’t being quiet about it.
The key in making an exit like this one is not to turn around. Not even for a second. Glancing back would communicate to the stranger that you’re not 100% confident that he’s following.
Confidence emanated from my pores like perfume. As I pushed through the emergency exit that was illegally propped an inch open by bartenders who come out for a cigarette or to fuck behind the dumpsters, I knew the stranger would follow.
My limo awaited, back door open, driver at the ready.
When the emergency exit opened behind me, I turned my head at last. The stranger looked even better in the moonlight than he had at the bar.
As I spread my legs, gripping the limo, I said to him, “The choice is yours: take me here and now, then go back inside to your little blonde bimbo… or step into my parlour and discover the riches only a powerful older woman can provide.”
His eyes grew wide as he looked at me, then looked at the car. Personally, I loved my own ability to drive a confident young man to a state of confusion.
But he made the choice they all make, and entered my waiting limo.
He wouldn’t last long.
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Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
Stranger in a Dark Place© 2018 Giselle RenardeWe made eye contact across the bar. Classy joint. I’d worn my man-eater outfit: skin-tight red dress, scarlet heels that shone like glossy nail polish. Took more than an hour to get my hair and makeup just right.
If I didn’t get laid, I’d lose my mind.
People think I’m so strong and put-together—and I am, at the office—but there’s a big bad world outside work. I wanted to take full advantage.
Or, rather, I wanted the big bad world to take full advantage of me.
When I spotted him, I knew he’d do well. His suit was expensive. It fitted his square shoulders like a dream. He hadn’t shaved before coming out tonight—that much was obvious. His chiselled jaw looked good with all that stubble. I could practically feel it shredding my bare skin as he took me from behind.
He was chatting up a young blonde when our eyes met across the bar. No, no, sexy stranger. You don’t want her. You want me instead. And I want you. Can’t you tell?
Turning fully around on my bar stool, I gave him a good look at my fabulous figure. When his gaze fixed on my tight red dress, I uncrossed my legs and slowly crossed them again. Under the bar’s low light, I’m sure he couldn’t see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. But I’m also sure he got the message loud and clear.
After downing the dregs of my Cosmopolitan, I set the glass gently on the bar and slid from my seat. By turning away from him, I ensured he’d get a good look at the swell of my ass.
I made my way toward the exit. Not the main exit, of course. The back door. Beyond the restrooms. Beyond the kitchen. Beyond the cash office where the bar manager was clearly fucking one of the girls on staff. The door was closed, but they weren’t being quiet about it.
The key in making an exit like this one is not to turn around. Not even for a second. Glancing back would communicate to the stranger that you’re not 100% confident that he’s following.
Confidence emanated from my pores like perfume. As I pushed through the emergency exit that was illegally propped an inch open by bartenders who come out for a cigarette or to fuck behind the dumpsters, I knew the stranger would follow.
My limo awaited, back door open, driver at the ready.
When the emergency exit opened behind me, I turned my head at last. The stranger looked even better in the moonlight than he had at the bar.
As I spread my legs, gripping the limo, I said to him, “The choice is yours: take me here and now, then go back inside to your little blonde bimbo… or step into my parlour and discover the riches only a powerful older woman can provide.”
His eyes grew wide as he looked at me, then looked at the car. Personally, I loved my own ability to drive a confident young man to a state of confusion.
But he made the choice they all make, and entered my waiting limo.
He wouldn’t last long.
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
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See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
#Erotica Every Day: What We Need Here
September 26
What We Need Here© 2018 Giselle Renarde
Jenny glanced at the classroom clock while Brendan’s mom continued her tirade. Nothing too good for her son, he wasn’t getting the support he needed, who could possibly understand? She’d heard it all before. In fact, she’d heard it twelve times tonight.
But it was after 9:30 and the day had been long, so Jenny stood up and said, “I’m afraid our conference is over.”
Brendan’s mom looked at her in confusion. “But I’m just getting started!”
Glancing at the clock, Jenny said, “You got started 45 minutes ago. We were meant to have a 15 minute interview. Our time is up.”
When she started teaching just five short years ago, she used to let parent-teacher tirades go on as long as they lasted. But she’d learned to take better care of her own mental health, and part of that meant setting boundaries with her students’ parents.
“Miss Wong,” Brendan’s mother said. “You don’t have any kids, do you?”
“I have thirty kids per year.”
It took Brendan’s mom a moment to make sense of that statement. When she did, she said, “That’s hardly the same thing.”
Jenny didn’t respond. The angry lines carved into Brendan’s mom’s face faded a touch, and she started to look like a reasonably young woman rather than a dried apple. “It isn’t easy,” she said. “Raising a kid like Brendan. This is the first evening I’ve had to myself in I don’t know how long, and how do I spend it? Yelling at his teacher!”
“His aunt is babysitting?” Jenny asked.
The woman nodded.
“Maybe you could ask her to take him one night a week. Then you could do something just for you. Yoga or a painting class or…”
“A good fuck!”
The words made Jenny jump. They weren’t at all expected. “Sure, that too. Whatever suits you.”
“It’s been so long,” the woman said. She had that desperate sort of sadness that piqued Jenny’s interest. Suddenly this woman wasn’t the one who’d been pacing her classroom, ranting and raving. This was someone unlucky in love, someone who needed a hand.
“I want the very best for your son,” Jenny said. “I hope you know that.”
Nodding, the woman said, “I do, Miss Wong. I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you.”
“I accept your apology…”
“Rena.”
“I accept your apology, Rena.”
Rena looked at Jenny meaningfully as she rested her weight against one of the small desks.
“Let me show you out,” Jenny said, indicating the door.
As she closed in on Rena, the woman rose quickly, blocking her path.
“Thank you,” Rena said. “For everything you’ve done. I mean it. I really do. I really appreciate…”
Without warning, Rena wrapped both arms around Jenny. Tight arms. To start, Jenny thought she was getting an unexpected hug. Appreciation and gratitude. Sometimes this happened, though more often with students than their parents.
But then Rena’s face closed in on hers. Rena’s lips met her mouth and she didn’t mean to gasp but she did, and that just made room for Rena’s tongue to slip inside. They were kissing. Oh goodness, was this very unexpected! Jenny would never have thought this woman who’d spend 45 minutes yelling at her would suddenly plant a kiss on her lips. Grip her tightly. Run one hand up her spine and the other down her ass. Squeeze.
Jenny knew this wasn’t right. She shouldn’t allow it. And yet she spent her evenings much the same way as her students’ parents. She had no children at home, but she spent her nights planning lessons. She spent her money on classroom necessities. She spent her emotional energy worrying about the ones who needed worrying about.
When did she ever get time to herself? When did she ever get this?
“We can’t,” Jenny said, pulling away, panting. “The door’s unlocked. The principal could walk in at any moment.”
“You’re right,” Rena said, grabbing her purse and hurrying toward the classroom door.
Jenny followed close behind her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
But when Rena arrived at the door, she didn’t pull it open. Instead, she flipped the lock and asked, “What are you sorry for?”
Jenny’s heart beat faster. This was a terrible idea, but she needed it and Rena did too. That much was obvious.
She flipped the light switch so no one would know they were there. They’d have to be quiet. Very quiet. Very quiet. But they were both so much in need. They’d do what needed to be done. Anything for a little affection, for some semblance of adult love.
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I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.
Get the ebook at...
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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
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Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
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See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
What We Need Here© 2018 Giselle RenardeJenny glanced at the classroom clock while Brendan’s mom continued her tirade. Nothing too good for her son, he wasn’t getting the support he needed, who could possibly understand? She’d heard it all before. In fact, she’d heard it twelve times tonight.
But it was after 9:30 and the day had been long, so Jenny stood up and said, “I’m afraid our conference is over.”
Brendan’s mom looked at her in confusion. “But I’m just getting started!”
Glancing at the clock, Jenny said, “You got started 45 minutes ago. We were meant to have a 15 minute interview. Our time is up.”
When she started teaching just five short years ago, she used to let parent-teacher tirades go on as long as they lasted. But she’d learned to take better care of her own mental health, and part of that meant setting boundaries with her students’ parents.
“Miss Wong,” Brendan’s mother said. “You don’t have any kids, do you?”
“I have thirty kids per year.”
It took Brendan’s mom a moment to make sense of that statement. When she did, she said, “That’s hardly the same thing.”
Jenny didn’t respond. The angry lines carved into Brendan’s mom’s face faded a touch, and she started to look like a reasonably young woman rather than a dried apple. “It isn’t easy,” she said. “Raising a kid like Brendan. This is the first evening I’ve had to myself in I don’t know how long, and how do I spend it? Yelling at his teacher!”
“His aunt is babysitting?” Jenny asked.
The woman nodded.
“Maybe you could ask her to take him one night a week. Then you could do something just for you. Yoga or a painting class or…”
“A good fuck!”
The words made Jenny jump. They weren’t at all expected. “Sure, that too. Whatever suits you.”
“It’s been so long,” the woman said. She had that desperate sort of sadness that piqued Jenny’s interest. Suddenly this woman wasn’t the one who’d been pacing her classroom, ranting and raving. This was someone unlucky in love, someone who needed a hand.
“I want the very best for your son,” Jenny said. “I hope you know that.”
Nodding, the woman said, “I do, Miss Wong. I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you.”
“I accept your apology…”
“Rena.”
“I accept your apology, Rena.”
Rena looked at Jenny meaningfully as she rested her weight against one of the small desks.
“Let me show you out,” Jenny said, indicating the door.
As she closed in on Rena, the woman rose quickly, blocking her path.
“Thank you,” Rena said. “For everything you’ve done. I mean it. I really do. I really appreciate…”
Without warning, Rena wrapped both arms around Jenny. Tight arms. To start, Jenny thought she was getting an unexpected hug. Appreciation and gratitude. Sometimes this happened, though more often with students than their parents.
But then Rena’s face closed in on hers. Rena’s lips met her mouth and she didn’t mean to gasp but she did, and that just made room for Rena’s tongue to slip inside. They were kissing. Oh goodness, was this very unexpected! Jenny would never have thought this woman who’d spend 45 minutes yelling at her would suddenly plant a kiss on her lips. Grip her tightly. Run one hand up her spine and the other down her ass. Squeeze.
Jenny knew this wasn’t right. She shouldn’t allow it. And yet she spent her evenings much the same way as her students’ parents. She had no children at home, but she spent her nights planning lessons. She spent her money on classroom necessities. She spent her emotional energy worrying about the ones who needed worrying about.
When did she ever get time to herself? When did she ever get this?
“We can’t,” Jenny said, pulling away, panting. “The door’s unlocked. The principal could walk in at any moment.”
“You’re right,” Rena said, grabbing her purse and hurrying toward the classroom door.
Jenny followed close behind her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
But when Rena arrived at the door, she didn’t pull it open. Instead, she flipped the lock and asked, “What are you sorry for?”
Jenny’s heart beat faster. This was a terrible idea, but she needed it and Rena did too. That much was obvious.
She flipped the light switch so no one would know they were there. They’d have to be quiet. Very quiet. Very quiet. But they were both so much in need. They’d do what needed to be done. Anything for a little affection, for some semblance of adult love.
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
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See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
#Erotica Every Day: A Vibe for Him
September 25
A Vibe for Him© 2018 Giselle Renarde
He says he’s not too sure about this, but you know it was his idea. The way he’d watch you play with your favourite vibe and, wistfully, say, “I wonder what it would feel like to be fucked by one of those.”
When you gave him his very own vibe and he acted all embarrassed, that was just a matter of saving face. He let the gift bag fall to the floor, unfurled the wads of tissue paper, and said, “What on earth? What’s this?”
His cheeks turned cherry red. His neck did, too. And yet you could see the sweet pleasure on his lips. It’s not like you’d given him this gift in front of friends and family. It was just the two of you, alone in your bedroom. And still he felt he had to protect himself from the one he loves.
You said no more about it over dinner and dessert, but when you got him alone and the lights were off, you grabbed that vibe and brought out the lube. His wasn’t as big as yours. You knew he’d want a starter model, something not too intimidating, so you bought one without any nubs or ridges. No realistic cockheads. Just a slim vibe to pleasure the love of your life.
Under the covers, you slip the vibe between his cheeks, get him used to the low vibrations against his virgin hole. You feel a little saucy, taking him like this. Not asking. Just doing. But you don’t hear him complaining. Well, he does hiss when you slick a load of lube between his cheeks, but that’s mostly from the cold. Lube is always too cold.
But his body is hot, hot, hot, and that lube won’t stay cold for long.
You find his hole with the tip of the vibe and spin it in circles. You don’t want to poke and prod at him. You work it in gently, without even realizing what you’re doing, at first. You don’t expect his hole to open for you, for the vibe, and yet it eagerly welcomes intrusion. Maybe it’s going so well because you’re going slow. Hurting him is the last thing you’d ever want to do.
As you get deeper, he lets out a moan. That’s when you realize the vibe’s still set on low. You crank it up a notch and feel his body jolt beside you. His muscles lock around the vibe so you can’t move it at all. But that only lasts for a moment. Then he sticks out his ass like he wants to get fucked, and you do the honours all right.
You plunge that saucy vibe into his hole, hearing him groan as you go. He loves this. It’s what he’s always wanted and never felt comfortable asking for. You deserve an award, picking up on those cues, taking initiative, getting him this gift and fucking his ass with it.
He wants it. He loves it. You’ve never heard him moan so loudly in all the time you’ve been together. You crank up the buzz, and he says, “Oh my god, yes!”
Yes! He’s so grateful for everything, so grateful to have you. He’d never have bought himself an instrument of pleasure. He’d never have tried this alone. It took you to get him there, force the issue.
And now he’s wild with pleasure. You don’t even know if he’s hard. Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t. It’s entirely possible for a man to come without getting an erection. Maybe that’s what’s happening now. He’s definitely coming. Just listen to those cries of pleasure! Listen to those moans and groans! He’s thanking you! He loves you! This is wild!
When you pull the vibe out and turn it off and toss it on the night table, you expect him to roll over to face you, but he doesn’t. At first you wonder if you’re being snubbed, but soon you realize he wants you to be the big spoon tonight. So you wrap your body around his and he sighs so sweetly your heart skips a beat.
Who knew a vibe could build on a bond?
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!
I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.
Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
Get the Large Print edition from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1726050483/
Get the audiobook from https://www.audible.com/pd/B07GVS6CLV/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-126320&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_126320_rh_us
See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
A Vibe for Him© 2018 Giselle RenardeHe says he’s not too sure about this, but you know it was his idea. The way he’d watch you play with your favourite vibe and, wistfully, say, “I wonder what it would feel like to be fucked by one of those.”
When you gave him his very own vibe and he acted all embarrassed, that was just a matter of saving face. He let the gift bag fall to the floor, unfurled the wads of tissue paper, and said, “What on earth? What’s this?”
His cheeks turned cherry red. His neck did, too. And yet you could see the sweet pleasure on his lips. It’s not like you’d given him this gift in front of friends and family. It was just the two of you, alone in your bedroom. And still he felt he had to protect himself from the one he loves.
You said no more about it over dinner and dessert, but when you got him alone and the lights were off, you grabbed that vibe and brought out the lube. His wasn’t as big as yours. You knew he’d want a starter model, something not too intimidating, so you bought one without any nubs or ridges. No realistic cockheads. Just a slim vibe to pleasure the love of your life.
Under the covers, you slip the vibe between his cheeks, get him used to the low vibrations against his virgin hole. You feel a little saucy, taking him like this. Not asking. Just doing. But you don’t hear him complaining. Well, he does hiss when you slick a load of lube between his cheeks, but that’s mostly from the cold. Lube is always too cold.
But his body is hot, hot, hot, and that lube won’t stay cold for long.
You find his hole with the tip of the vibe and spin it in circles. You don’t want to poke and prod at him. You work it in gently, without even realizing what you’re doing, at first. You don’t expect his hole to open for you, for the vibe, and yet it eagerly welcomes intrusion. Maybe it’s going so well because you’re going slow. Hurting him is the last thing you’d ever want to do.
As you get deeper, he lets out a moan. That’s when you realize the vibe’s still set on low. You crank it up a notch and feel his body jolt beside you. His muscles lock around the vibe so you can’t move it at all. But that only lasts for a moment. Then he sticks out his ass like he wants to get fucked, and you do the honours all right.
You plunge that saucy vibe into his hole, hearing him groan as you go. He loves this. It’s what he’s always wanted and never felt comfortable asking for. You deserve an award, picking up on those cues, taking initiative, getting him this gift and fucking his ass with it.
He wants it. He loves it. You’ve never heard him moan so loudly in all the time you’ve been together. You crank up the buzz, and he says, “Oh my god, yes!”
Yes! He’s so grateful for everything, so grateful to have you. He’d never have bought himself an instrument of pleasure. He’d never have tried this alone. It took you to get him there, force the issue.
And now he’s wild with pleasure. You don’t even know if he’s hard. Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t. It’s entirely possible for a man to come without getting an erection. Maybe that’s what’s happening now. He’s definitely coming. Just listen to those cries of pleasure! Listen to those moans and groans! He’s thanking you! He loves you! This is wild!
When you pull the vibe out and turn it off and toss it on the night table, you expect him to roll over to face you, but he doesn’t. At first you wonder if you’re being snubbed, but soon you realize he wants you to be the big spoon tonight. So you wrap your body around his and he sighs so sweetly your heart skips a beat.
Who knew a vibe could build on a bond?
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
Get the Large Print edition from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1726050483/
Get the audiobook from https://www.audible.com/pd/B07GVS6CLV/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-126320&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_126320_rh_us
See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
#Erotica Every Day: The Mother of All Humiliations
September 24
The Mother of All Humiliations© 2018 Giselle Renarde
She gets this look in her eye and you know she’s up to something.
“Oh God.” You ask, “What now?”
She’s got you tied to the bed, but that’s nothing new. When she told you to strip, you stripped. That’s what you do: you follow instructions. You’re no brat. She wouldn’t tolerate a brat’s behaviour, anyway.
“What?” you ask again, because she still hasn’t answered—and she’s wearing that salacious smirk.
“You’ve really let yourself go,” she says.
“What!?” That’s just not true.
“The hair.”
“Oh. That.” Well, she’s got you there. First you stopped shaving your legs, and when you realized how empowering it felt to walk around all summer looking like you’re wearing fur legwarmers, you decided to take it one step farther: you quit shaving your pits, too.
If you thought hairy legs were empowering, that was nothing compared to those life-affirming sprouts of fuzz under your arms. Raise your hands in the air! Let the whole world stare!
Growing out your pubes was a natural offshoot of all this. You didn’t mean for it to happen. You stopped buying razors. How were you supposed to keep that region clean without one?
Anyway, if Mistress Knight didn’t mind the hairy armpits and legs, who’d have thought she’d mind a fuzzy puss?
She picks up your phone and scrolls through your address book.
“What’s going on?” you ask, because she’s never done this before.
She presses speakerphone. It’s already ringing when she says: “I’m calling your mother.”
“What???”
Oh, that Cheshire smile.
“Hang up!” you say. The last thing you want is to talk to your mother while you’re tied up in bed. “Hang up now before she—”
“Hello?”
It’s your mom. That’s her voice. You’d know it anywhere.
Your mom says hello again because you haven’t made a sound. What are you supposed to say? “Can’t talk—I’m a little tied up right now.” Oh, that’s a bad joke. That’s terrible.
Mistress Knight takes over, because outside this bedroom she happens to be your girlfriend whom your mother happens to like. After a brief introduction and niceties, she says, “I’d like you to have a word with your daughter.”
“About what?” your mom asks.
“About all this hair.”
Please God let your mother think Mistress is talking about the leg hair and the pits!
“Isn’t it awful?” your mother says. “You can try talking to her, but she isn’t likely to listen to me.”
Oh good, perfect, she’s talking about your legs. Yours was never one of those cool moms you could talk to about sex. You didn’t go running to tell her all about it the first time you fucked, or the first time you kissed a girl or the first time you got felt up. That’s not what your family is like. You don’t discuss your sex lives. You pretend they don’t exist.
“I’m not talking about leg hair,” says the woman with the phone.
“Oh, the armpits?” your mother asks. “Yes, I’m not a fan.”
“No, not the armpits,” your Mistress goes on. “We’re talking somewhere in between.”
The line goes quiet. Your mother’s silence stretches into eternity. You picture her picturing you as you are: naked and hairy, tied to the bed.
Your mother laughs uncomfortably.
This is the worst humiliation anyone’s ever put you through. It’s worse than the time Mistress pushed you naked onto the balcony. It’s worse than when she shoved that dildo up your ass and then wouldn’t let you close the bathroom door when you had to go after.
Because, humiliating as those incidents were, you didn’t have perform those acts in front of your mother.
“We’re talking about her big bad bush.”
She’s not just talking about it—she’s grabbing it too. She’s sliding her fingers through that hefty mess of hair and then squeezing, pulling, twisting. You want to scream, or at very least squeal, but your mother’s on the phone. You don’t want your mother to hear. You don’t want your mother knowing what’s going on in your bed at this very moment. She’d probably drop dead on the spot.
“Ha, ha, ha.” Your mother forces this laugh, this mortified laughter. She says, “Well, that’s really between the two of you.”
Mistress yanks your pubes a little harder and you tighten your fingers to fists. You clamp your teeth together. You’d bite your tongue, but that would hurt and what would Mistress say if you injured your tongue? She loves that tongue!
“You’re right,” says your Mistress to your mother. “This hair really is coming between us.” She pulls it so hard your pelvis rises off the mattress like a magic act.
“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way,” your mother says. You can just see her twisting the phone cord around her finger, flustered and fumbling, nothing like Mistress. “Oh goodness, I only meant it’s not an area of… concern… for me. You understand. That’s for you to work out, just the two of you.”
“Of course,” says Mistress Knight, glaring as you die inside. “I shouldn’t have bothered you with it.”
“No, that’s fine,” your mother says. “Call any time. I mean it. Please do. I’m always happy to hear your voice.”
The call disconnects and your heart cracks open. Yes you’re completely and utterly mortified, but did you hear the love in your mother’s voice when she said that just now? She loves your girlfriend like a second daughter. She loves that you’re together. You were never totally sure about that before, but now you know. She loves you as a couple.
Your Mistress tosses the phone on the bed and parts your pussy lips. She tsks and shakes her head and says, “It’s shameful, all this hair.”
“Calling my mom is what’s shameful. Did you hear how embarrassed she was?”
“Not as embarrassed as you,” she says as her lips hover over your rampant cloud of hair. “Anyway, she’ll get over it.”
“Yeah, but I won’t. I’ve never been so humiliated in all my life.”
Mistress Knight raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Is that so?”
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Canada just got hotter!
The Mother of All Humiliations© 2018 Giselle RenardeShe gets this look in her eye and you know she’s up to something.
“Oh God.” You ask, “What now?”
She’s got you tied to the bed, but that’s nothing new. When she told you to strip, you stripped. That’s what you do: you follow instructions. You’re no brat. She wouldn’t tolerate a brat’s behaviour, anyway.
“What?” you ask again, because she still hasn’t answered—and she’s wearing that salacious smirk.
“You’ve really let yourself go,” she says.
“What!?” That’s just not true.
“The hair.”
“Oh. That.” Well, she’s got you there. First you stopped shaving your legs, and when you realized how empowering it felt to walk around all summer looking like you’re wearing fur legwarmers, you decided to take it one step farther: you quit shaving your pits, too.
If you thought hairy legs were empowering, that was nothing compared to those life-affirming sprouts of fuzz under your arms. Raise your hands in the air! Let the whole world stare!
Growing out your pubes was a natural offshoot of all this. You didn’t mean for it to happen. You stopped buying razors. How were you supposed to keep that region clean without one?
Anyway, if Mistress Knight didn’t mind the hairy armpits and legs, who’d have thought she’d mind a fuzzy puss?
She picks up your phone and scrolls through your address book.
“What’s going on?” you ask, because she’s never done this before.
She presses speakerphone. It’s already ringing when she says: “I’m calling your mother.”
“What???”
Oh, that Cheshire smile.
“Hang up!” you say. The last thing you want is to talk to your mother while you’re tied up in bed. “Hang up now before she—”
“Hello?”
It’s your mom. That’s her voice. You’d know it anywhere.
Your mom says hello again because you haven’t made a sound. What are you supposed to say? “Can’t talk—I’m a little tied up right now.” Oh, that’s a bad joke. That’s terrible.
Mistress Knight takes over, because outside this bedroom she happens to be your girlfriend whom your mother happens to like. After a brief introduction and niceties, she says, “I’d like you to have a word with your daughter.”
“About what?” your mom asks.
“About all this hair.”
Please God let your mother think Mistress is talking about the leg hair and the pits!
“Isn’t it awful?” your mother says. “You can try talking to her, but she isn’t likely to listen to me.”
Oh good, perfect, she’s talking about your legs. Yours was never one of those cool moms you could talk to about sex. You didn’t go running to tell her all about it the first time you fucked, or the first time you kissed a girl or the first time you got felt up. That’s not what your family is like. You don’t discuss your sex lives. You pretend they don’t exist.
“I’m not talking about leg hair,” says the woman with the phone.
“Oh, the armpits?” your mother asks. “Yes, I’m not a fan.”
“No, not the armpits,” your Mistress goes on. “We’re talking somewhere in between.”
The line goes quiet. Your mother’s silence stretches into eternity. You picture her picturing you as you are: naked and hairy, tied to the bed.
Your mother laughs uncomfortably.
This is the worst humiliation anyone’s ever put you through. It’s worse than the time Mistress pushed you naked onto the balcony. It’s worse than when she shoved that dildo up your ass and then wouldn’t let you close the bathroom door when you had to go after.
Because, humiliating as those incidents were, you didn’t have perform those acts in front of your mother.
“We’re talking about her big bad bush.”
She’s not just talking about it—she’s grabbing it too. She’s sliding her fingers through that hefty mess of hair and then squeezing, pulling, twisting. You want to scream, or at very least squeal, but your mother’s on the phone. You don’t want your mother to hear. You don’t want your mother knowing what’s going on in your bed at this very moment. She’d probably drop dead on the spot.
“Ha, ha, ha.” Your mother forces this laugh, this mortified laughter. She says, “Well, that’s really between the two of you.”
Mistress yanks your pubes a little harder and you tighten your fingers to fists. You clamp your teeth together. You’d bite your tongue, but that would hurt and what would Mistress say if you injured your tongue? She loves that tongue!
“You’re right,” says your Mistress to your mother. “This hair really is coming between us.” She pulls it so hard your pelvis rises off the mattress like a magic act.
“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way,” your mother says. You can just see her twisting the phone cord around her finger, flustered and fumbling, nothing like Mistress. “Oh goodness, I only meant it’s not an area of… concern… for me. You understand. That’s for you to work out, just the two of you.”
“Of course,” says Mistress Knight, glaring as you die inside. “I shouldn’t have bothered you with it.”
“No, that’s fine,” your mother says. “Call any time. I mean it. Please do. I’m always happy to hear your voice.”
The call disconnects and your heart cracks open. Yes you’re completely and utterly mortified, but did you hear the love in your mother’s voice when she said that just now? She loves your girlfriend like a second daughter. She loves that you’re together. You were never totally sure about that before, but now you know. She loves you as a couple.
Your Mistress tosses the phone on the bed and parts your pussy lips. She tsks and shakes her head and says, “It’s shameful, all this hair.”
“Calling my mom is what’s shameful. Did you hear how embarrassed she was?”
“Not as embarrassed as you,” she says as her lips hover over your rampant cloud of hair. “Anyway, she’ll get over it.”
“Yeah, but I won’t. I’ve never been so humiliated in all my life.”
Mistress Knight raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Is that so?”
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.Get the ebook at...
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Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
#Erotica Every Day: A Brighter Shade of Kale
September 23
A Brighter Shade of Kale© 2018 Giselle Renarde
“Real men don’t eat kale,” he says.
“Is that so?” she asks, cautiously. “I bet you’ve got a problem with quinoa too.”
“Big problem.” Hoyt comes up behind Christina at the kitchen sink and wraps both hands around her shoulders. “Quinoa looks like baby fingernails.”
She feels the swell of his cock against her ass and wonders how he can possibly be ready to go again. They were at it all morning. Her poor worn-out pussy is done for the day.
Cold water splashes off curly green leaves as she runs her fingers along the kale’s rubbery expanse. She can understand why a person wouldn’t like kale, but why make it a gender thing? She hasn’t known Hoyt long enough to ask him that question. She’s still hoping he’ll turn into the man of her dreams. And if he doesn’t, she’d rather delay finding out until she’s had her fill.
Because, man, can he fill her…
Damn, now her pussy’s all slick again. What a tease, because she knows her body. It’s reached its upper limit. No more sex today.
Turning off the tap, Christina slaps wet kale against the tea towel on the counter. Droplets fly in all directions and Hoyt says, “You’re getting me wet.”
“I know the feeling.”
He chuckles deeply, planting his face in her neck and breathing her in. “You smell like sex.”
“I wonder why.”
He finds the gap in her silk robe and slides his fingers between her pussy lips.
“Don’t,” she says, firmly.
“But you’re sooo wet!”
She closes her legs around his hand. “I know, but I’ve had enough.”
“Your body’s telling me otherwise.”
“Well don’t listen to my body—listen to my mouth.” She whips around and looks him plain in the face. “I said I’ve had enough, so hands off.”
He looks shocked. She’s never spoken to him this way before. For a moment, she’s not sure how he’ll react. Then he takes a step back and asks, “Hands off… or what?”
Now he seems to be playing some game she doesn’t recognize. He smirks, but not meanly, not threateningly. And he’s got his hands behind his back. What’s going on?
“What’ll you do if I can’t keep my hands to myself?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “Throw you out on your ass?”
He shakes his head. “It won’t come to that.”
“Won’t it?”
When he turns, she sees he’s got his wrists crossed one over the other. “If my hands are the problem, punish my hands.”
Does he want her to tie him up? She wouldn’t want to get it wrong and have him think she’s some kind of dominatrix.
“You know one thing I can’t stand about kale?” he asks. “It’s got that tough stem. It’s like a jump rope. I bet you could tie a knot in it.”
“Oh yeah?” Christina looks at the large leaf she’s been absently holding at her side. The bunch she bought this week was so huge it wouldn’t fit in the plastic produce bag at the supermarket. “I guess I could give it a try, test out your theory.”
Is this weird? She can’t decide, but she keeps asking herself the question as she sets one leaf on the cutting board and expertly slices around the stem.
“You’re right,” she says, holding it end to end. “This does feel strong.”
Hoyt raises an eyebrow. “Strong enough to hold me off?”
“Let’s find out.”
She wraps the stem around his wrists and then, stroke of genius, ties it around the fridge handle. With a curious smirk, he asks, “What are you doing back there?”
“If you try to escape you’ll have to drag my fridge behind you.” She ties it tight. It wants to unravel. Hoyt was right—it’s a lot like a jump rope. It’s got that firm rubberiness to it. “There. That should hold.”
He tugs the fridge, but not hard enough to open the door. He isn’t really trying, but that’s what tells her this exercise is more psychological than physical. Then he asks, “Well? What are you going to do with me?”
His cock tents his boxers, and she pulls them down around his ankles. The kale beckons and she takes a leafy bunch by its stem. “I’m gonna teach you to love kale if it’s the last thing I do.”
“You’ve got quite a challenge ahead of you,” he warns her.
“I know.” She smacks his cock, just gently, with the curly leaves. When he hisses, she asks, “What?”
“It’s wet,” he says.
She slaps his shaft again. “And?”
“Sharp.”
“No it’s not.” She strikes the inside of her wrist just to make sure, but the sensation surprises her skin. “Oh wow, it kind of is.”
He watches intently as she snaps one big leaf from its stem. “What now?”
“This.” Wrapping the greenery around his erection, she folds her kale in such a way the curly edges can’t touch him. When she’s got him firmly in her grips, she moves the wet leaf slowly forward and back. She’s good with her hands. Though she’s never used props before, and she’s never toyed with food, her method seems effective.
His knees buckle, but he rights himself, pushing back against the fridge, knocking magnets and To Do lists to the kitchen floor. “Holy Jesus,” he says as his eyes roll back. “You really know what you’re doing.”
She has no idea what she’s doing, but she’s hardly going to admit that now. Let him think she’s a vixen. Let him think she’s got kink.
The heat of Hoyt’s erection blazes through the kale’s cellular structure, warming her palm as she strokes him. It’s the corniest thing she could possibly say, but she just can’t help herself. Looking him plain in the face, she whispers, “Now we’re really cookin’.”
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!
I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.
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Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
A Brighter Shade of Kale© 2018 Giselle Renarde“Real men don’t eat kale,” he says.
“Is that so?” she asks, cautiously. “I bet you’ve got a problem with quinoa too.”
“Big problem.” Hoyt comes up behind Christina at the kitchen sink and wraps both hands around her shoulders. “Quinoa looks like baby fingernails.”
She feels the swell of his cock against her ass and wonders how he can possibly be ready to go again. They were at it all morning. Her poor worn-out pussy is done for the day.
Cold water splashes off curly green leaves as she runs her fingers along the kale’s rubbery expanse. She can understand why a person wouldn’t like kale, but why make it a gender thing? She hasn’t known Hoyt long enough to ask him that question. She’s still hoping he’ll turn into the man of her dreams. And if he doesn’t, she’d rather delay finding out until she’s had her fill.
Because, man, can he fill her…
Damn, now her pussy’s all slick again. What a tease, because she knows her body. It’s reached its upper limit. No more sex today.
Turning off the tap, Christina slaps wet kale against the tea towel on the counter. Droplets fly in all directions and Hoyt says, “You’re getting me wet.”
“I know the feeling.”
He chuckles deeply, planting his face in her neck and breathing her in. “You smell like sex.”
“I wonder why.”
He finds the gap in her silk robe and slides his fingers between her pussy lips.
“Don’t,” she says, firmly.
“But you’re sooo wet!”
She closes her legs around his hand. “I know, but I’ve had enough.”
“Your body’s telling me otherwise.”
“Well don’t listen to my body—listen to my mouth.” She whips around and looks him plain in the face. “I said I’ve had enough, so hands off.”
He looks shocked. She’s never spoken to him this way before. For a moment, she’s not sure how he’ll react. Then he takes a step back and asks, “Hands off… or what?”
Now he seems to be playing some game she doesn’t recognize. He smirks, but not meanly, not threateningly. And he’s got his hands behind his back. What’s going on?
“What’ll you do if I can’t keep my hands to myself?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “Throw you out on your ass?”
He shakes his head. “It won’t come to that.”
“Won’t it?”
When he turns, she sees he’s got his wrists crossed one over the other. “If my hands are the problem, punish my hands.”
Does he want her to tie him up? She wouldn’t want to get it wrong and have him think she’s some kind of dominatrix.
“You know one thing I can’t stand about kale?” he asks. “It’s got that tough stem. It’s like a jump rope. I bet you could tie a knot in it.”
“Oh yeah?” Christina looks at the large leaf she’s been absently holding at her side. The bunch she bought this week was so huge it wouldn’t fit in the plastic produce bag at the supermarket. “I guess I could give it a try, test out your theory.”
Is this weird? She can’t decide, but she keeps asking herself the question as she sets one leaf on the cutting board and expertly slices around the stem.
“You’re right,” she says, holding it end to end. “This does feel strong.”
Hoyt raises an eyebrow. “Strong enough to hold me off?”
“Let’s find out.”
She wraps the stem around his wrists and then, stroke of genius, ties it around the fridge handle. With a curious smirk, he asks, “What are you doing back there?”
“If you try to escape you’ll have to drag my fridge behind you.” She ties it tight. It wants to unravel. Hoyt was right—it’s a lot like a jump rope. It’s got that firm rubberiness to it. “There. That should hold.”
He tugs the fridge, but not hard enough to open the door. He isn’t really trying, but that’s what tells her this exercise is more psychological than physical. Then he asks, “Well? What are you going to do with me?”
His cock tents his boxers, and she pulls them down around his ankles. The kale beckons and she takes a leafy bunch by its stem. “I’m gonna teach you to love kale if it’s the last thing I do.”
“You’ve got quite a challenge ahead of you,” he warns her.
“I know.” She smacks his cock, just gently, with the curly leaves. When he hisses, she asks, “What?”
“It’s wet,” he says.
She slaps his shaft again. “And?”
“Sharp.”
“No it’s not.” She strikes the inside of her wrist just to make sure, but the sensation surprises her skin. “Oh wow, it kind of is.”
He watches intently as she snaps one big leaf from its stem. “What now?”
“This.” Wrapping the greenery around his erection, she folds her kale in such a way the curly edges can’t touch him. When she’s got him firmly in her grips, she moves the wet leaf slowly forward and back. She’s good with her hands. Though she’s never used props before, and she’s never toyed with food, her method seems effective.
His knees buckle, but he rights himself, pushing back against the fridge, knocking magnets and To Do lists to the kitchen floor. “Holy Jesus,” he says as his eyes roll back. “You really know what you’re doing.”
She has no idea what she’s doing, but she’s hardly going to admit that now. Let him think she’s a vixen. Let him think she’s got kink.
The heat of Hoyt’s erection blazes through the kale’s cellular structure, warming her palm as she strokes him. It’s the corniest thing she could possibly say, but she just can’t help herself. Looking him plain in the face, she whispers, “Now we’re really cookin’.”
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
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See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
#Erotica Every Day: Butterscotch
September 22
Butterscotch© 2018 Giselle Renarde
Where do you even get an inflatable pool that size?
Don’t ask me. This was Noella’s big surprise. She wanted to throw me a party. I told her I’d break up with her if she did. Not that I’d end our relationship over something like that, but I guess she could see it in my eyes: birthday parties were not my thing.
I liked spending time with people one-on-one, not in big groups. Big groups got overwhelming. One-on-one you could engage another person in deep conversation.
That’s not exactly what Noella had in mind for us.
She’d inflated this silly little pool in the middle of her living room… and filled it with butterscotch pudding.
I’m not joking.
When I saw it, I started to laugh.
She said, “If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you’ve always wanted to give mud wrestling a go.”
“That’s true,” I told her.
“And if there’s another thing I know about you it’s that butterscotch is your favourite flavour of pudding.”
“That’s true too!”
“So I figured, hey-ho, let’s combine the two! Let’s mud-wrestle in butterscotch pudding!”
I couldn’t believe she’d gone to such lengths for me, but when I tried to kiss her she backed away and said, “No, no, no. First we get naked. Then, if you want a kiss, you need to wrestle me for it.”
Well, okay. The curtains were closed. The music was on. I stripped right in front of her, and she did the same. Her body always aroused me, but it seemed extra exciting because it was about to be covered in pudding.
She stepped into the ring, then got down on her knees. “Better if our centres of gravity start low, because we’re both going to get slammed into this pudding and I don’t want to hurt you on your birthday.”
“Or any other day, I hope!”
I stepped in too, and kneeled in the pool. The pudding felt weird against my skin, but what really surprised me was that it was slightly warm.
“Did you heat it up?” I asked.
“Heat it up? I made it from scratch.”
My heart throbbed with love, and Noella took advantage of my mushy distraction to grab me by the arms and slide me side-ways into the pool.
Instantly, my right side was covered in pudding. I had it in my hair, in my ear, on my shoulder, on my face. I licked the pudding from my lips and savoured the caramel loveliness of its homemade taste.
“Oh wow,” I said. “It’s so good!”
Noella said thanks as she slid behind me and pushed me down flat. Yup, I went face-down into the pudding and came up gasping. It hadn’t quite reached my eyes, thank goodness, but I was pretty sure I could sense dabs of pudding on my eyelashes.
I flipped onto my back and took a quick look at the two of us. My entire front was slick with smooth, silky pudding. Noella was mostly clean skin.
But not for long.
I grabbed two handfuls of pudding and slapped them against Noella’s big breasts. She gasped, and I took the opportunity to grab her good. From my sitting position in the warm pool, I wrapped my pudding-y arms around her waist, then wrapped my lips around her nipple.
No way she could fight me now. Not while I sucked her breasts. I knew how much she loved the feeling. I loved doing it, even without the pudding. But, I’ll tell you, homemade butterscotch made her skin all the more tempting.
To my great surprise, she only let me suck her tits for minute or two before sliding me back into the pool. “I thought we were fighting for a kiss,” she said as she rolled with me in the pudding. Our bodies slid against one another, hot and sweet and slippery. This was fantastic, a dream come true. I didn’t want to kiss her if kissing meant the wrestling would end.
She tried to kiss me, but I turned my head and her face ended up in the pudding. She shrieked and laughed. She looked hilarious with butterscotch all over her face. I licked her chin. I kissed her cheeks. She rubbed her face against mine. And then she kissed me.
I let my guard down, I guess. I let the kiss happen. But, I tell you, that kiss didn’t end things. That kiss was just the beginning.
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Butterscotch© 2018 Giselle RenardeWhere do you even get an inflatable pool that size?
Don’t ask me. This was Noella’s big surprise. She wanted to throw me a party. I told her I’d break up with her if she did. Not that I’d end our relationship over something like that, but I guess she could see it in my eyes: birthday parties were not my thing.
I liked spending time with people one-on-one, not in big groups. Big groups got overwhelming. One-on-one you could engage another person in deep conversation.
That’s not exactly what Noella had in mind for us.
She’d inflated this silly little pool in the middle of her living room… and filled it with butterscotch pudding.
I’m not joking.
When I saw it, I started to laugh.
She said, “If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you’ve always wanted to give mud wrestling a go.”
“That’s true,” I told her.
“And if there’s another thing I know about you it’s that butterscotch is your favourite flavour of pudding.”
“That’s true too!”
“So I figured, hey-ho, let’s combine the two! Let’s mud-wrestle in butterscotch pudding!”
I couldn’t believe she’d gone to such lengths for me, but when I tried to kiss her she backed away and said, “No, no, no. First we get naked. Then, if you want a kiss, you need to wrestle me for it.”
Well, okay. The curtains were closed. The music was on. I stripped right in front of her, and she did the same. Her body always aroused me, but it seemed extra exciting because it was about to be covered in pudding.
She stepped into the ring, then got down on her knees. “Better if our centres of gravity start low, because we’re both going to get slammed into this pudding and I don’t want to hurt you on your birthday.”
“Or any other day, I hope!”
I stepped in too, and kneeled in the pool. The pudding felt weird against my skin, but what really surprised me was that it was slightly warm.
“Did you heat it up?” I asked.
“Heat it up? I made it from scratch.”
My heart throbbed with love, and Noella took advantage of my mushy distraction to grab me by the arms and slide me side-ways into the pool.
Instantly, my right side was covered in pudding. I had it in my hair, in my ear, on my shoulder, on my face. I licked the pudding from my lips and savoured the caramel loveliness of its homemade taste.
“Oh wow,” I said. “It’s so good!”
Noella said thanks as she slid behind me and pushed me down flat. Yup, I went face-down into the pudding and came up gasping. It hadn’t quite reached my eyes, thank goodness, but I was pretty sure I could sense dabs of pudding on my eyelashes.
I flipped onto my back and took a quick look at the two of us. My entire front was slick with smooth, silky pudding. Noella was mostly clean skin.
But not for long.
I grabbed two handfuls of pudding and slapped them against Noella’s big breasts. She gasped, and I took the opportunity to grab her good. From my sitting position in the warm pool, I wrapped my pudding-y arms around her waist, then wrapped my lips around her nipple.
No way she could fight me now. Not while I sucked her breasts. I knew how much she loved the feeling. I loved doing it, even without the pudding. But, I’ll tell you, homemade butterscotch made her skin all the more tempting.
To my great surprise, she only let me suck her tits for minute or two before sliding me back into the pool. “I thought we were fighting for a kiss,” she said as she rolled with me in the pudding. Our bodies slid against one another, hot and sweet and slippery. This was fantastic, a dream come true. I didn’t want to kiss her if kissing meant the wrestling would end.
She tried to kiss me, but I turned my head and her face ended up in the pudding. She shrieked and laughed. She looked hilarious with butterscotch all over her face. I licked her chin. I kissed her cheeks. She rubbed her face against mine. And then she kissed me.
I let my guard down, I guess. I let the kiss happen. But, I tell you, that kiss didn’t end things. That kiss was just the beginning.
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
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Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
#Erotica Every Day: A Dream in the Dark
September 21
A Dream in the Dark© 2018 Giselle Renarde
When Julian offered to fetch a few more boxes of printer paper from the underground storage space, I piped up right away. Embarrassingly, I calling out, “I’ll go down on you! I mean… with you! I’ll go down with you!”
Marjorie cut her eyes at me, but sorry sister—I got there first. You snooze, you lose!
We couldn’t help but fawn over Julian from the moment he walked through the door. It wasn’t just his youth relative to the collective average age in our office. It was his bright smile, his sense of humour, his confidence that never devolved into cockiness. That’s what got all the girls after him.
But I beat them all to the elevator. As I rode down next to Julian, I felt electricity zapping between us. This boy was about four storeys taller than me, Jack Sprat in a crisp white shirt.
He needed me. To unlock the heavy metal door to the storage room, that is. I had the key.
The storage room was a climate-controlled concrete box. You could probably cram about twenty people inside, if cramming people into places was a particular interest of yours, but I was only interested in Julian.
He wheeled the dolly out of the corner and started stacking it with boxes of paper. To look at Julian, you wouldn’t necessarily think he was a strong man, but I’ll tell you one thing: those boxes aren’t light.
Once he’d finished stacking boxes I thought, this is it, now or never! If I go ahead with it, I will undoubtedly be fired. But if I don’t, I will kick myself forevermore.
I closed the door, flicked the light switch and the storage space fell into immediate and extreme darkness. I’m talking zero light. No shadows. Just thick velvety blackness everywhere you looked.
“Ms. Reinhardt?” Julian asked, a slight quiver in his voice. “Did the power go out?”
I said, “No, Julian. I turned off the lights.”
“Why… why… why did you do that?”
“I could tell you,” I replied. “But I’d much rather show you.”
This was the tricky part: making my way from the door to Paper Mountain without being able to see a thing. I didn’t lift my feet off the ground, just slid them along the concrete floor until my shoe met a cardboard box. I could hear Julian breathing hard. I could feel his energy sizzling in the space between us. He was close enough to touch. So I touched.
When I reached for him, I met blank space. I moved my hand around in the darkness until I felt fabric. His crisp white shirt. His firm young chest.
“Ms. Reinhardt,” he said as I slid my hand down his belly. “What are you doing?”
“What does it feel like I’m doing?”
He didn’t answer, only gulped.
So I asked, “Do you mind me touching you, Julian?”
“No,” he stammered, so immediately the word felt shocking as it echoed against concrete. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind.”
Perfect answer.
“But what if someone catches us?” he asked.
“No one will catch us,” I assured him. “There’s only one key to that door, and it’s in my possession.”
My possession.
I let my hand slide down the front of his trousers. It didn’t take long to find what I was looking for. Youth! The boy was already hard by the time I touched him: firm, long, and straight as an arrow.
“Mrs. Reinhardt,” he said, his voice clicking as the words emerged. “Can I open my zipper now? Is that okay?”
“That’s more than okay.”
The sound of his zipper lowering bounced off the concrete walls like shrapnel, spelling danger, causing me to cower closer to the young man as his cock burst out of his fly and into my waiting hand.
So many ways I might use it. Where to begin?
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Canada just got hotter!
A Dream in the Dark© 2018 Giselle RenardeWhen Julian offered to fetch a few more boxes of printer paper from the underground storage space, I piped up right away. Embarrassingly, I calling out, “I’ll go down on you! I mean… with you! I’ll go down with you!”
Marjorie cut her eyes at me, but sorry sister—I got there first. You snooze, you lose!
We couldn’t help but fawn over Julian from the moment he walked through the door. It wasn’t just his youth relative to the collective average age in our office. It was his bright smile, his sense of humour, his confidence that never devolved into cockiness. That’s what got all the girls after him.
But I beat them all to the elevator. As I rode down next to Julian, I felt electricity zapping between us. This boy was about four storeys taller than me, Jack Sprat in a crisp white shirt.
He needed me. To unlock the heavy metal door to the storage room, that is. I had the key.
The storage room was a climate-controlled concrete box. You could probably cram about twenty people inside, if cramming people into places was a particular interest of yours, but I was only interested in Julian.
He wheeled the dolly out of the corner and started stacking it with boxes of paper. To look at Julian, you wouldn’t necessarily think he was a strong man, but I’ll tell you one thing: those boxes aren’t light.
Once he’d finished stacking boxes I thought, this is it, now or never! If I go ahead with it, I will undoubtedly be fired. But if I don’t, I will kick myself forevermore.
I closed the door, flicked the light switch and the storage space fell into immediate and extreme darkness. I’m talking zero light. No shadows. Just thick velvety blackness everywhere you looked.
“Ms. Reinhardt?” Julian asked, a slight quiver in his voice. “Did the power go out?”
I said, “No, Julian. I turned off the lights.”
“Why… why… why did you do that?”
“I could tell you,” I replied. “But I’d much rather show you.”
This was the tricky part: making my way from the door to Paper Mountain without being able to see a thing. I didn’t lift my feet off the ground, just slid them along the concrete floor until my shoe met a cardboard box. I could hear Julian breathing hard. I could feel his energy sizzling in the space between us. He was close enough to touch. So I touched.
When I reached for him, I met blank space. I moved my hand around in the darkness until I felt fabric. His crisp white shirt. His firm young chest.
“Ms. Reinhardt,” he said as I slid my hand down his belly. “What are you doing?”
“What does it feel like I’m doing?”
He didn’t answer, only gulped.
So I asked, “Do you mind me touching you, Julian?”
“No,” he stammered, so immediately the word felt shocking as it echoed against concrete. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind.”
Perfect answer.
“But what if someone catches us?” he asked.
“No one will catch us,” I assured him. “There’s only one key to that door, and it’s in my possession.”
My possession.
I let my hand slide down the front of his trousers. It didn’t take long to find what I was looking for. Youth! The boy was already hard by the time I touched him: firm, long, and straight as an arrow.
“Mrs. Reinhardt,” he said, his voice clicking as the words emerged. “Can I open my zipper now? Is that okay?”
“That’s more than okay.”
The sound of his zipper lowering bounced off the concrete walls like shrapnel, spelling danger, causing me to cower closer to the young man as his cock burst out of his fly and into my waiting hand.
So many ways I might use it. Where to begin?
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.Get the ebook at...
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Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
#Erotica Every Day: Sixty-Nine
September 20
Sixty-Nine© 2018 Giselle Renarde
She threw me off, panting, saying “I need some air.”
I hear a lot of people trash-talking 69ing, but you know what? It can be fucking fantastic.
Before she threw me off, I’d been on top, sucking her soft cock. I love it when it’s soft. God, do I love it. Sometimes it gets hard and I think… damn. I wish it would go back down again. But it usually does. It always does, eventually.
There’s nothing like sucking a soft cock. It’s like kissing, but between your girlfriend’s legs. Or your boyfriend’s, if he has a cock. Especially if he has a cock that doesn’t get hard. It’s so succulent. Or playful. Or whatever you want it to be. It just feels good.
While I teased her soft cock with my tongue, she licked my pussy. Now, I’ll tell you this much: me upside-down on her face isn’t my favourite position. It feels better when I’m at the edge of the bed and she’s kneeling on the floor. Her tongue strikes my clit at a better angle.
So there are definitely drawbacks to a 69. I fully acknowledge the drawbacks. But, to me, it’s worth it just to have something in my mouth while she’s eating me out. I always want something in my mouth. Always.
The thing that really got me wasn’t the sensation of her tongue on my clit. As we’ve already discussed, the angle’s not perfect. What got me really excited was my girlfriend grabbing my ass cheeks. One, then the other. Both. Squeezing them. Hard. Really clutching my buns. She probably left hand prints. Bruises. I’ll have to check when I’m done writing this down.
Once she had a good grip on my ass, she started rocking me. No, rocking is too gentle a word. It wasn’t gentle. I can’t think of a really good word to describe the back and forth motion. Reminded me of the kind of fucking you’d see in mainstream porn, where he’s bending her over a chair or a bed and he’s gripping her ass and just reaming her from behind.
It was like that, but instead of fucking I was riding her face. She was forcing me to ride her face. Forcing me to rub my wet pussy over her mouth. More than her mouth. Felt like I was riding her whole face. Felt amazing, quick and yet substantial. She had the tiniest bit of stubble on her upper lip, and I could feel the burn of it. I worried I was suffocating her, and it’s not that I didn’t care… it’s just that I couldn’t stop. How could I stop? She had my ass in her hands. She was driving this motion, not me.
So it was kind of a relief when she threw me off. It meant that I knew her well enough to realize she wasn’t breathing. Well, she was, but shallow breaths. A person can only take so much of shallow breaths before they need a big one. I said I was sorry, but she told me there was no need to apologize. When she needed to breathe, she saw to it. She got her breath.
And I got off. Might seem like she got the short end of the stick, to some people. Get smothered while your partner gets off. But we know each other better than that. A 69 is about sharing the pleasure. Giving and taking simultaneously. That’s what we’re good at. That’s what we go for.
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If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.
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Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
Sixty-Nine© 2018 Giselle RenardeShe threw me off, panting, saying “I need some air.”
I hear a lot of people trash-talking 69ing, but you know what? It can be fucking fantastic.
Before she threw me off, I’d been on top, sucking her soft cock. I love it when it’s soft. God, do I love it. Sometimes it gets hard and I think… damn. I wish it would go back down again. But it usually does. It always does, eventually.
There’s nothing like sucking a soft cock. It’s like kissing, but between your girlfriend’s legs. Or your boyfriend’s, if he has a cock. Especially if he has a cock that doesn’t get hard. It’s so succulent. Or playful. Or whatever you want it to be. It just feels good.
While I teased her soft cock with my tongue, she licked my pussy. Now, I’ll tell you this much: me upside-down on her face isn’t my favourite position. It feels better when I’m at the edge of the bed and she’s kneeling on the floor. Her tongue strikes my clit at a better angle.
So there are definitely drawbacks to a 69. I fully acknowledge the drawbacks. But, to me, it’s worth it just to have something in my mouth while she’s eating me out. I always want something in my mouth. Always.
The thing that really got me wasn’t the sensation of her tongue on my clit. As we’ve already discussed, the angle’s not perfect. What got me really excited was my girlfriend grabbing my ass cheeks. One, then the other. Both. Squeezing them. Hard. Really clutching my buns. She probably left hand prints. Bruises. I’ll have to check when I’m done writing this down.
Once she had a good grip on my ass, she started rocking me. No, rocking is too gentle a word. It wasn’t gentle. I can’t think of a really good word to describe the back and forth motion. Reminded me of the kind of fucking you’d see in mainstream porn, where he’s bending her over a chair or a bed and he’s gripping her ass and just reaming her from behind.
It was like that, but instead of fucking I was riding her face. She was forcing me to ride her face. Forcing me to rub my wet pussy over her mouth. More than her mouth. Felt like I was riding her whole face. Felt amazing, quick and yet substantial. She had the tiniest bit of stubble on her upper lip, and I could feel the burn of it. I worried I was suffocating her, and it’s not that I didn’t care… it’s just that I couldn’t stop. How could I stop? She had my ass in her hands. She was driving this motion, not me.
So it was kind of a relief when she threw me off. It meant that I knew her well enough to realize she wasn’t breathing. Well, she was, but shallow breaths. A person can only take so much of shallow breaths before they need a big one. I said I was sorry, but she told me there was no need to apologize. When she needed to breathe, she saw to it. She got her breath.
And I got off. Might seem like she got the short end of the stick, to some people. Get smothered while your partner gets off. But we know each other better than that. A 69 is about sharing the pleasure. Giving and taking simultaneously. That’s what we’re good at. That’s what we go for.
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
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See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
#Erotica Every Day: Worship at My Feet
September 19
Worship at My Feet© 2018 Giselle Renarde
He kneels at my feet, ready for worship.
I’m clean and soft and hot from the shower. Clouds of peach-scented humidity billow out from the bathroom, but only I can see them from my vantage point on the bed. He’s got his back to the beautiful sight. He’s got his front to me.
I’m wearing nothing but a towel—two towels, in fact: one clinging to my body, the other soaking up water from my hair. He’s stripped to his black jockeys. He looks damn good down there on the floor.
Without being told what to do, he pours a small quantity of oil onto one palm. He sets the bottle down, and then takes hold of my ankle, raises my foot, dips my heel in the slick, warm substance.
He’s quick, from there. Doesn’t want to drip oil all over the carpet. So he traces his palm up my arch, to the pad of my foot, then my toes. He quickly turns his attention to the top of my foot, coating it with the remainder of the oil left on his palm.
My foot now feels slick and protected from the cool night air, but magic happens when he starts the massage.
Both hands now. He digs his thumbs into the arch of my foot and the sensation moves far beyond that particular spot. I feel his warmth and adoration deep in my belly. I feel a stirring in my core.
He lifts my toes to his lips and gently circles his tongue around the big one. I’ve barely come to terms with the extreme pleasure of this act when he wraps his mouth around my toe and sucks.
There’s only thing I can think of that provides the same kind of immediate pleasure as a man sucking a toe, and that would be turning a vibrator to its highest setting and striking oneself between the legs.
I grasp the bedcovers because his head is too far away. How I would love to grip his shiny brown hair in my hands, but if I lean forward I might fall off the bed and that would truly ruin the moment.
It’s hard to think while his warm mouth envelopes my toe, and harder still when it envelopes all five toes. How can he get his mouth to open that wide? Oh, what difference does it make? When it inspires this reaction, I don’t care if he has to unhinge his jaw. The warm wetness of his mouth contains me while his tongue moves among and around my smaller toes.
There’s no concealing how much I enjoy this move. I want it, and he provides. He worships at my feet. He massages my arch and sucks on my toes. I struggle not to kick, but I can’t contain my screams. I’m aroused and inspired and halfway exhausted.
But it’s not yet over. He’s got another foot to worship.
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I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.
Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
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See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
Worship at My Feet© 2018 Giselle RenardeHe kneels at my feet, ready for worship.
I’m clean and soft and hot from the shower. Clouds of peach-scented humidity billow out from the bathroom, but only I can see them from my vantage point on the bed. He’s got his back to the beautiful sight. He’s got his front to me.
I’m wearing nothing but a towel—two towels, in fact: one clinging to my body, the other soaking up water from my hair. He’s stripped to his black jockeys. He looks damn good down there on the floor.
Without being told what to do, he pours a small quantity of oil onto one palm. He sets the bottle down, and then takes hold of my ankle, raises my foot, dips my heel in the slick, warm substance.
He’s quick, from there. Doesn’t want to drip oil all over the carpet. So he traces his palm up my arch, to the pad of my foot, then my toes. He quickly turns his attention to the top of my foot, coating it with the remainder of the oil left on his palm.
My foot now feels slick and protected from the cool night air, but magic happens when he starts the massage.
Both hands now. He digs his thumbs into the arch of my foot and the sensation moves far beyond that particular spot. I feel his warmth and adoration deep in my belly. I feel a stirring in my core.
He lifts my toes to his lips and gently circles his tongue around the big one. I’ve barely come to terms with the extreme pleasure of this act when he wraps his mouth around my toe and sucks.
There’s only thing I can think of that provides the same kind of immediate pleasure as a man sucking a toe, and that would be turning a vibrator to its highest setting and striking oneself between the legs.
I grasp the bedcovers because his head is too far away. How I would love to grip his shiny brown hair in my hands, but if I lean forward I might fall off the bed and that would truly ruin the moment.
It’s hard to think while his warm mouth envelopes my toe, and harder still when it envelopes all five toes. How can he get his mouth to open that wide? Oh, what difference does it make? When it inspires this reaction, I don’t care if he has to unhinge his jaw. The warm wetness of his mouth contains me while his tongue moves among and around my smaller toes.
There’s no concealing how much I enjoy this move. I want it, and he provides. He worships at my feet. He massages my arch and sucks on my toes. I struggle not to kick, but I can’t contain my screams. I’m aroused and inspired and halfway exhausted.
But it’s not yet over. He’s got another foot to worship.
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
Get the Large Print edition from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1726050483/
Get the audiobook from https://www.audible.com/pd/B07GVS6CLV/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-126320&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_126320_rh_us
See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
#Erotica Every Day: Dirty Dykes
September 18
Dirty Dykes© 2018 Giselle Renarde
Shandra’s driveway was a lot like anal: super tight at the outset, but once you get through that snug spot it opens up nicely. It’s a mutual drive, one of those deals where you have to stick to a path between her house and the neighbour’s. If you were even an inch off, a wall of brick would take off your side mirror.
Then you got to a clearing. Her backyard was basically a parking spot. Same on the neighbour’s side, except that the house next door was up for sale, no one living there for the moment.
It was mid-afternoon when we got back to her place. We’d spent the morning jogging our pants off at a charity fun run in the woods. After last night’s rains, the forest floor was mud. My shoes were caked in the stuff.
So was the Jeep.
“Would you look at that?” Shandra said once she’d hopped out of the driver’s seat. “What a mess! Here, hand me the hose. Let’s give my baby a wash.”
Wash the Jeep? What about me? The whole way home I’d been saying how I couldn’t wait to jump in the shower. I meant with her, obviously, but she didn’t seem to pick up on it. She just kept changing the subject. It was so frustrating.
So I yanked the stupid hose out of its cradle and handed it to Shandra and I said, “Here. Have fun washing your car. Guess I’ll just shower alone!”
Clueless, she asked, “Can you turn on the water on your way to the house?”
I made my way over to the tap, bent at the hips, and turned.
The next thing I knew, I was being shot in the butt with a sharp stream of water!
To be perfectly honest, I didn’t understand what was happening, at first. I didn’t realize it was water. Felt like… I don’t know what… but definitely something solid.
I screamed, “What are you doing?” but the second I’d turned around, the shaft of water struck me in the chest, soaking my cheap white T-shirt from the fun run. I’d worn a black sports bra underneath, and that got soaked too.
As my mouth tried its best to form words, my T-shirt stuck to my skin. Spray misted my face, making me feel suddenly clean after a hot and sweaty day.
The sneaky yet silly smile Shandra wore told me everything I needed to know: she’d been planning this the whole way home. That’s why she didn’t comment when I suggested a shower. She wanted to have a little fun in the sun.
Well, two could play at that game.
I ran at her, and when she raced behind the Jeep, I stepped on the hose, knocking it from her hands. The hose was mine, all mine! But Shandra was hiding on the other side of the Jeep. I had to climb on its hood to spray her from above. She screamed and squealed. Her white T-shirt turned see-through as quickly as mine had. Soon her dark skin and bright bra glowed through the sopping wet fabric. She laughed even as she called out, “You jerk!”
“You’re the jerk!” I shot back. “You started it!”
“And I’m gonna finish it!” she said, leaping on to the hood of the Jeep, destabilizing my stance, grabbing the hose from my hands as I fell.
I landed on my feet like a cat, but then, like the clumsy human I am, I stumbled and fell on my butt. When my legs parted, Shandra took the opportunity to blast my crotch.
In my tight spandex yoga pants, there was nothing to protect me from the huge blast of sensation. My poor sweet pussy! The water was so rough it actually hurt, at first, but hurt in that way where you wanted more.
And the more she blasted between my legs, the more I felt my T-shirt clinging to my skin like plastic wrap. It was such an odd combination of sensations that I started screaming my head off. “Oh, Shandra! Oh God, yes! Do my ass! Do my ass!”
I flipped onto my hands and knees, and that’s when I saw them: the real estate agent, standing on the neighbouring patio alongside a young couple, the husband carrying a sleeping baby in one of those cozy things you wear around your chest.
“Shandra!” I cried as she blasted my ass.
Oh, it felt so good I didn’t want her to stop…
“Shandra! We’ve got company!”
“What?” she shouted over the sound of the hose.
And then the water stopped and I could tell Shandra was staring at the real estate lady and the exhausted young mom and dad. All three of them were staring at us, slack-jawed, like they couldn’t believe what they were witnessing right there in what would potentially be their own backyard.
In typical Shandra fashion, she greeted the couple, welcomed them to the neighbourhood, and said, “Hope you don’t mind living next door to a couple of dirty dykes.”
“Not at all!” the husband replied as an eager smile grew across his keen pink lips.
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!
I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.
Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
Get the Large Print edition from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1726050483/
Get the audiobook from https://www.audible.com/pd/B07GVS6CLV/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-126320&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_126320_rh_us
See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
Dirty Dykes© 2018 Giselle RenardeShandra’s driveway was a lot like anal: super tight at the outset, but once you get through that snug spot it opens up nicely. It’s a mutual drive, one of those deals where you have to stick to a path between her house and the neighbour’s. If you were even an inch off, a wall of brick would take off your side mirror.
Then you got to a clearing. Her backyard was basically a parking spot. Same on the neighbour’s side, except that the house next door was up for sale, no one living there for the moment.
It was mid-afternoon when we got back to her place. We’d spent the morning jogging our pants off at a charity fun run in the woods. After last night’s rains, the forest floor was mud. My shoes were caked in the stuff.
So was the Jeep.
“Would you look at that?” Shandra said once she’d hopped out of the driver’s seat. “What a mess! Here, hand me the hose. Let’s give my baby a wash.”
Wash the Jeep? What about me? The whole way home I’d been saying how I couldn’t wait to jump in the shower. I meant with her, obviously, but she didn’t seem to pick up on it. She just kept changing the subject. It was so frustrating.
So I yanked the stupid hose out of its cradle and handed it to Shandra and I said, “Here. Have fun washing your car. Guess I’ll just shower alone!”
Clueless, she asked, “Can you turn on the water on your way to the house?”
I made my way over to the tap, bent at the hips, and turned.
The next thing I knew, I was being shot in the butt with a sharp stream of water!
To be perfectly honest, I didn’t understand what was happening, at first. I didn’t realize it was water. Felt like… I don’t know what… but definitely something solid.
I screamed, “What are you doing?” but the second I’d turned around, the shaft of water struck me in the chest, soaking my cheap white T-shirt from the fun run. I’d worn a black sports bra underneath, and that got soaked too.
As my mouth tried its best to form words, my T-shirt stuck to my skin. Spray misted my face, making me feel suddenly clean after a hot and sweaty day.
The sneaky yet silly smile Shandra wore told me everything I needed to know: she’d been planning this the whole way home. That’s why she didn’t comment when I suggested a shower. She wanted to have a little fun in the sun.
Well, two could play at that game.
I ran at her, and when she raced behind the Jeep, I stepped on the hose, knocking it from her hands. The hose was mine, all mine! But Shandra was hiding on the other side of the Jeep. I had to climb on its hood to spray her from above. She screamed and squealed. Her white T-shirt turned see-through as quickly as mine had. Soon her dark skin and bright bra glowed through the sopping wet fabric. She laughed even as she called out, “You jerk!”
“You’re the jerk!” I shot back. “You started it!”
“And I’m gonna finish it!” she said, leaping on to the hood of the Jeep, destabilizing my stance, grabbing the hose from my hands as I fell.
I landed on my feet like a cat, but then, like the clumsy human I am, I stumbled and fell on my butt. When my legs parted, Shandra took the opportunity to blast my crotch.
In my tight spandex yoga pants, there was nothing to protect me from the huge blast of sensation. My poor sweet pussy! The water was so rough it actually hurt, at first, but hurt in that way where you wanted more.
And the more she blasted between my legs, the more I felt my T-shirt clinging to my skin like plastic wrap. It was such an odd combination of sensations that I started screaming my head off. “Oh, Shandra! Oh God, yes! Do my ass! Do my ass!”
I flipped onto my hands and knees, and that’s when I saw them: the real estate agent, standing on the neighbouring patio alongside a young couple, the husband carrying a sleeping baby in one of those cozy things you wear around your chest.
“Shandra!” I cried as she blasted my ass.
Oh, it felt so good I didn’t want her to stop…
“Shandra! We’ve got company!”
“What?” she shouted over the sound of the hose.
And then the water stopped and I could tell Shandra was staring at the real estate lady and the exhausted young mom and dad. All three of them were staring at us, slack-jawed, like they couldn’t believe what they were witnessing right there in what would potentially be their own backyard.
In typical Shandra fashion, she greeted the couple, welcomed them to the neighbourhood, and said, “Hope you don’t mind living next door to a couple of dirty dykes.”
“Not at all!” the husband replied as an eager smile grew across his keen pink lips.
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
Get the Large Print edition from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1726050483/
Get the audiobook from https://www.audible.com/pd/B07GVS6CLV/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-126320&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_126320_rh_us
See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
