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August 31, 2018
#Erotica Every Day: Gravel
September 17
Gravel© 2018 Giselle Renarde
When you tell everyone you’re engaged, a lot of people ask: how did you know he was the one?
It wasn’t a lot of little things, as you might expect. It was one specific event.
A few of his friends had rented a cottage up north, and we were on our way up to spend the weekend. As we got farther from the city, I started telling him about my grandparents’ farm from when I was a kid. My brothers and I used to spend our summers communing with livestock and running around the fields. Those were magical times.
After I’d shared this wistful recollection of childhood summers, Jax asked where exactly this farm was.
I didn’t know. Not exactly. “Somewhere around here.” That was the best I could do.
And you know what Jax said? “Let’s try to find it.”
Just like that, he turned off the highway and started driving the rural routes looking for this halcyon summer home of mine. As I kept an eye out for a familiar farm, he pried more memories out of my mind. He wanted to hear everything I had to say.
That’s the thing people don’t expect from Jax. Because he’s got all these tattoos and he looks like someone you’d cross the street to get away from, nobody anticipates the sweetness I get out of him.
How many guys will go off the well-beaten path with you to find a memory?
We drove around for ages, which probably sounds frustrating, but in fact it was wonderful. All he wanted to hear about was my life out here, my summers, my family. He’s so caring that way.
Finally, a farm came into view, and it was like going back in time. My grandparents’ farm! Abandoned, it looked exactly the way it had when I was young.
Jax pulled onto the long gravel drive and we took our time looking around the ghost world of a property. In fact, we took so long the sun started setting. I felt awful. I’d wasted our whole day.
“You call that a waste?” he said as he made our way back to the car.
“No,” I admitted. “I guess not.”
“Anyway,” he went on. “The day’s not over yet.”
He kissed me against the front bumper of his car, and I melted in his arms. Jax was the best kisser I’ve ever been with. He says the same about me. And I don’t think he’s lying. As we kissed against his car, he got so hard I couldn’t resist.
I unbuckled his belt, slid down his body, felt the gravel bite into my naked knees. Hurt like hell, those sharp shards of rock digging into my skin.
When I released Jax’s cock, it slapped me in the face.
Ignoring the wet splash of precome across my cheek, I took him in my mouth. I had to wrap both hands around his shaft so he couldn’t ram his dick too far down my throat. I loved sucking him off, but I didn’t want to gag. He could certainly choke me, if he tried.
As the sun set behind me, I worked his cock hard and fast, feeling dirty, getting off on his arousal and the unforgiving pain in my poor naked knees.
My skin suffered as I brought Jax to heaven on earth. When he came, I took such pleasure in his bliss that I didn’t even notice my knees were sliced to shreds. I didn’t notice that until he helped me to my feet.
He noticed too, and sat me up on the hood of the car while he went to fetch the first aid kit. Love is watching your man pick shards of gravel from your knees, and then gently cleansing your skin with disinfectant. The care he took in cleaning my wounds convinced me that this man was marriage material. I knew then that, if he ever asked, I’d say yes in a heartbeat.
But when most people ask how I knew Jax was the man for me, I only tell them the first part.
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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.
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Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
Gravel© 2018 Giselle RenardeWhen you tell everyone you’re engaged, a lot of people ask: how did you know he was the one?
It wasn’t a lot of little things, as you might expect. It was one specific event.
A few of his friends had rented a cottage up north, and we were on our way up to spend the weekend. As we got farther from the city, I started telling him about my grandparents’ farm from when I was a kid. My brothers and I used to spend our summers communing with livestock and running around the fields. Those were magical times.
After I’d shared this wistful recollection of childhood summers, Jax asked where exactly this farm was.
I didn’t know. Not exactly. “Somewhere around here.” That was the best I could do.
And you know what Jax said? “Let’s try to find it.”
Just like that, he turned off the highway and started driving the rural routes looking for this halcyon summer home of mine. As I kept an eye out for a familiar farm, he pried more memories out of my mind. He wanted to hear everything I had to say.
That’s the thing people don’t expect from Jax. Because he’s got all these tattoos and he looks like someone you’d cross the street to get away from, nobody anticipates the sweetness I get out of him.
How many guys will go off the well-beaten path with you to find a memory?
We drove around for ages, which probably sounds frustrating, but in fact it was wonderful. All he wanted to hear about was my life out here, my summers, my family. He’s so caring that way.
Finally, a farm came into view, and it was like going back in time. My grandparents’ farm! Abandoned, it looked exactly the way it had when I was young.
Jax pulled onto the long gravel drive and we took our time looking around the ghost world of a property. In fact, we took so long the sun started setting. I felt awful. I’d wasted our whole day.
“You call that a waste?” he said as he made our way back to the car.
“No,” I admitted. “I guess not.”
“Anyway,” he went on. “The day’s not over yet.”
He kissed me against the front bumper of his car, and I melted in his arms. Jax was the best kisser I’ve ever been with. He says the same about me. And I don’t think he’s lying. As we kissed against his car, he got so hard I couldn’t resist.
I unbuckled his belt, slid down his body, felt the gravel bite into my naked knees. Hurt like hell, those sharp shards of rock digging into my skin.
When I released Jax’s cock, it slapped me in the face.
Ignoring the wet splash of precome across my cheek, I took him in my mouth. I had to wrap both hands around his shaft so he couldn’t ram his dick too far down my throat. I loved sucking him off, but I didn’t want to gag. He could certainly choke me, if he tried.
As the sun set behind me, I worked his cock hard and fast, feeling dirty, getting off on his arousal and the unforgiving pain in my poor naked knees.
My skin suffered as I brought Jax to heaven on earth. When he came, I took such pleasure in his bliss that I didn’t even notice my knees were sliced to shreds. I didn’t notice that until he helped me to my feet.
He noticed too, and sat me up on the hood of the car while he went to fetch the first aid kit. Love is watching your man pick shards of gravel from your knees, and then gently cleansing your skin with disinfectant. The care he took in cleaning my wounds convinced me that this man was marriage material. I knew then that, if he ever asked, I’d say yes in a heartbeat.
But when most people ask how I knew Jax was the man for me, I only tell them the first part.
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: Cold, Cold Heat
September 16
Cold, Cold Heat© 2018 Giselle Renarde
He found her wandering the garden at three in the morning, which wouldn’t have been so strange if the weather were fine. Or if she’d at least put on a jacket.
Trudging through the snow, he asked, “What are you doing out here? Why aren’t you wearing a coat?”
She’d been staring blankly at the fence, but she turned slowly in the direction of his voice.
“Ally?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her oversized woolen sweater. “Ally, God, you’re cold as ice. Let’s get you inside.”
When he guided her through the bluish snow, she kept pace, but didn’t seem overly aware of his presence at her side, of his arm around her shoulder.
It wasn’t until they’d entered through the kitchen door that he realized she wasn’t wearing shoes.
“Oh my God, Ally. We need to get you to a hospital. You could have hypothermia.”
Her feet were red.
“I don’t have hypothermia,” Ally replied—her first words.
“Oh good. You’re awake,” he said, looking into her glassy eyes. “I was starting to think you’d been sleepwalking.”
“I’m not asleep,” she said simply.
He pulled out a chair so she could take a seat, but instead she tore off her sweater and tossed it on the floor.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, more alarmed than ever. “Are you hot? If you’re hot that’s a bad sign. That’s a bad, bad sign.”
“I’m not hot,” she told him as she peeled off her leggings, then stripped off her tank top and panties. “I don’t want to be hot. I want to be cold. Ice cold.”
She bolted for the kitchen door before he could catch her. In seconds she was outside like an escaped animal. He chased her into the backyard and watched, in horror, as she dove naked into the snow. She plunged her whole body into the white powder as if were a swimming pool. She kicked and rolled and giggled and splashed.
“Come on in,” she chanted, like a siren. “The water’s fine.”
Was she not human? How could her skin and blood handle the kind of torture she was subjecting it to?
She waved him over, kicking her frozen feet in the powdery snow. “Come on, babe. Take off your clothes and join me!”
This was crazy. She’d clearly lost her mind. So why, then, wasn’t he dragging her into the house? Why was he shrugging off the parka he’d thrown over his shoulders? He should be wrapping it around Ally as he whisked her indoors. And, instead, he used it to cloak their two bodies as he landed on top of her in the snow. He, wearing a T-shirt, underwear, and boots. She, wearing nothing at all.
The snow stung his bare skin, but only in the beginning. Once they were kissing, and her legs were wrapped around his, her frigid body open to his rising arousal, he barely felt the cold at all. In fact, he felt nothing but the hot steamy sensation of their shared passion.
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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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!
Cold, Cold Heat© 2018 Giselle RenardeHe found her wandering the garden at three in the morning, which wouldn’t have been so strange if the weather were fine. Or if she’d at least put on a jacket.
Trudging through the snow, he asked, “What are you doing out here? Why aren’t you wearing a coat?”
She’d been staring blankly at the fence, but she turned slowly in the direction of his voice.
“Ally?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her oversized woolen sweater. “Ally, God, you’re cold as ice. Let’s get you inside.”
When he guided her through the bluish snow, she kept pace, but didn’t seem overly aware of his presence at her side, of his arm around her shoulder.
It wasn’t until they’d entered through the kitchen door that he realized she wasn’t wearing shoes.
“Oh my God, Ally. We need to get you to a hospital. You could have hypothermia.”
Her feet were red.
“I don’t have hypothermia,” Ally replied—her first words.
“Oh good. You’re awake,” he said, looking into her glassy eyes. “I was starting to think you’d been sleepwalking.”
“I’m not asleep,” she said simply.
He pulled out a chair so she could take a seat, but instead she tore off her sweater and tossed it on the floor.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, more alarmed than ever. “Are you hot? If you’re hot that’s a bad sign. That’s a bad, bad sign.”
“I’m not hot,” she told him as she peeled off her leggings, then stripped off her tank top and panties. “I don’t want to be hot. I want to be cold. Ice cold.”
She bolted for the kitchen door before he could catch her. In seconds she was outside like an escaped animal. He chased her into the backyard and watched, in horror, as she dove naked into the snow. She plunged her whole body into the white powder as if were a swimming pool. She kicked and rolled and giggled and splashed.
“Come on in,” she chanted, like a siren. “The water’s fine.”
Was she not human? How could her skin and blood handle the kind of torture she was subjecting it to?
She waved him over, kicking her frozen feet in the powdery snow. “Come on, babe. Take off your clothes and join me!”
This was crazy. She’d clearly lost her mind. So why, then, wasn’t he dragging her into the house? Why was he shrugging off the parka he’d thrown over his shoulders? He should be wrapping it around Ally as he whisked her indoors. And, instead, he used it to cloak their two bodies as he landed on top of her in the snow. He, wearing a T-shirt, underwear, and boots. She, wearing nothing at all.
The snow stung his bare skin, but only in the beginning. Once they were kissing, and her legs were wrapped around his, her frigid body open to his rising arousal, he barely felt the cold at all. In fact, he felt nothing but the hot steamy sensation of their shared passion.
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: While We’re At It
September 15
While We’re At It© 2018 Giselle Renarde
She’s got me flat on my front with my knees folded behind me in this backwards cross-legged position. My feet cup my ass cheeks while she strings the silky black rope around my thigh, around my shin, one leg and then the other, back and forth between the two.
Then she says, of all things, “I wonder if a hardboiled egg would fit in your pussy.”
I crack up, because only Judith could wonder a thing like that.
“No shell,” she says, like that makes the idea less weird.
“I’m sure it would fit,” I tell her. “Without the shell, definitely.”
She says, “Ice cubes fit, and we haven’t done that in a long time.”
“You can’t shove ice cubes in me now,” I say. “We have to wait until summer.”
“Why?” she asks.
She’s teasing, but so am I. “Because it’s cold in the winter.”
“It’s cold all year long in your freezer.”
Her jokes are pitiful, but I can’t stop smiling. I reach for her crotch and say, “It’s wintertime. You should put something warm inside me.”
She catches my hand and twists it behind my back so I can’t touch her. She does the same to the other hand, though it’s an innocent bystander. Holding my wrists against my back, she presses the long black cord between my butt cheeks like a thong. The thong-cord travels up the small of my back and around my wrists, my hands, my arms.
Wistfully, she says, “I would love to know what it feels like to get fucked.”
“I’ve fucked you,” I reply, knowing full well how she’ll respond.
Sure enough, she says, “You’ve fucked my ass. I want to feel what it’s like to have a pussy.”
“I wish I could give that to you,” I tell her, and I do. I really do.
“Thanks.” She doesn’t sound maudlin about it today. More curious, even hopeful.
She ties my arms tightly, but it doesn’t hurt. This part never hurts. It’s art, the way she weaves the black rope around my pale limbs. My skin is ridiculously white until she gets her hands on it. I’ll be cherry red by the time she’s done with me.
“Have you ever seen the movie Brainstorm?” she asks.
“Nope. Never even heard of it.”
She ties a knot in the rope and says, “They invent a device that records a person’s emotion and experience, then play it back in someone else’s head like videotape. The person receiving it feels like it’s happening to them. So, if I’m a pilot and they record me flying a plane, they can play it back in your brain and it’s you flying the plane.”
“You’re so cute.” I turn to see how she’s tied me up this time, because it’s always different. If she has a method, I don’t know what it is. She’s self-taught, but she’s amazing. The ropes are neat and evenly spaced, binding my arms and legs so I can’t move.
“Wow, that looks awesome,” I tell her. “You’re good at this.”
Ignoring the compliment, she says, “We could use it for sex. Brainstorm. We record you getting fucked, then play it back in my mind. Then I’m the one experiencing it.”
“That would be wild.” I want to see the look on her face, but I can only turn far enough to see her hand. That palm of hers is getting itchy. It wants to warm my ass. I tell her, “I would love to share your experience, too. I’d love to feel what it’s like to be in your body.”
She traces both hands around my ass cheeks and I flinch, even though I know she won’t spank me yet. And she doesn’t. She says, “My body loves your body. You don’t realize how much you turn me on.”
“I think I do.” She makes me wild, and I’d show her just how wild if only I could move my hands. “I bet there’d be a lot of similarities between the feeling of fucking and the feeling of getting fucked.”
“And probably a lot of differences neither of us could even imagine.” She traces her finger up the cord, pressing just hard enough for the silky rope to kiss the pucker of my ass. It makes me shiver. When I squirm, the rope reminds me there’s nowhere to go.
She asks, “You know Natalie Wood?”
“Not personally.”
“She died during the making of Brainstorm.”
I smile because nobody beats Judith when it comes to movie trivia. “Didn’t she die in a weird way? On a boat or something?”
“She drowned.”
“Right.”
Judith traces her finger back down the cord and then circles her palm around my ass. My skin prickles with anticipation. I know how much it’ll hurt, but I want her to smack me hard. I don’t know why I love it, but I do know how to get it.
She says, “That movie came out in 1983.”
I say, “I came out in 1983,” which isn’t strictly true, but close enough. “How old were you in 1983, like fifty?”
“Brat,” she whispers, and I know it’s on. In three seconds, she’s going to smack my ass. She’ll smack it so hard I’ll scream, and I’ll scream so loud the neighbours will bang on the wall. Judith won’t stop spanking me—after all, they’re not her neighbours—and I’ll have to bury my face in the pillow. If all goes well, it’ll soon be soaked with tears.
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!
While We’re At It© 2018 Giselle RenardeShe’s got me flat on my front with my knees folded behind me in this backwards cross-legged position. My feet cup my ass cheeks while she strings the silky black rope around my thigh, around my shin, one leg and then the other, back and forth between the two.
Then she says, of all things, “I wonder if a hardboiled egg would fit in your pussy.”
I crack up, because only Judith could wonder a thing like that.
“No shell,” she says, like that makes the idea less weird.
“I’m sure it would fit,” I tell her. “Without the shell, definitely.”
She says, “Ice cubes fit, and we haven’t done that in a long time.”
“You can’t shove ice cubes in me now,” I say. “We have to wait until summer.”
“Why?” she asks.
She’s teasing, but so am I. “Because it’s cold in the winter.”
“It’s cold all year long in your freezer.”
Her jokes are pitiful, but I can’t stop smiling. I reach for her crotch and say, “It’s wintertime. You should put something warm inside me.”
She catches my hand and twists it behind my back so I can’t touch her. She does the same to the other hand, though it’s an innocent bystander. Holding my wrists against my back, she presses the long black cord between my butt cheeks like a thong. The thong-cord travels up the small of my back and around my wrists, my hands, my arms.
Wistfully, she says, “I would love to know what it feels like to get fucked.”
“I’ve fucked you,” I reply, knowing full well how she’ll respond.
Sure enough, she says, “You’ve fucked my ass. I want to feel what it’s like to have a pussy.”
“I wish I could give that to you,” I tell her, and I do. I really do.
“Thanks.” She doesn’t sound maudlin about it today. More curious, even hopeful.
She ties my arms tightly, but it doesn’t hurt. This part never hurts. It’s art, the way she weaves the black rope around my pale limbs. My skin is ridiculously white until she gets her hands on it. I’ll be cherry red by the time she’s done with me.
“Have you ever seen the movie Brainstorm?” she asks.
“Nope. Never even heard of it.”
She ties a knot in the rope and says, “They invent a device that records a person’s emotion and experience, then play it back in someone else’s head like videotape. The person receiving it feels like it’s happening to them. So, if I’m a pilot and they record me flying a plane, they can play it back in your brain and it’s you flying the plane.”
“You’re so cute.” I turn to see how she’s tied me up this time, because it’s always different. If she has a method, I don’t know what it is. She’s self-taught, but she’s amazing. The ropes are neat and evenly spaced, binding my arms and legs so I can’t move.
“Wow, that looks awesome,” I tell her. “You’re good at this.”
Ignoring the compliment, she says, “We could use it for sex. Brainstorm. We record you getting fucked, then play it back in my mind. Then I’m the one experiencing it.”
“That would be wild.” I want to see the look on her face, but I can only turn far enough to see her hand. That palm of hers is getting itchy. It wants to warm my ass. I tell her, “I would love to share your experience, too. I’d love to feel what it’s like to be in your body.”
She traces both hands around my ass cheeks and I flinch, even though I know she won’t spank me yet. And she doesn’t. She says, “My body loves your body. You don’t realize how much you turn me on.”
“I think I do.” She makes me wild, and I’d show her just how wild if only I could move my hands. “I bet there’d be a lot of similarities between the feeling of fucking and the feeling of getting fucked.”
“And probably a lot of differences neither of us could even imagine.” She traces her finger up the cord, pressing just hard enough for the silky rope to kiss the pucker of my ass. It makes me shiver. When I squirm, the rope reminds me there’s nowhere to go.
She asks, “You know Natalie Wood?”
“Not personally.”
“She died during the making of Brainstorm.”
I smile because nobody beats Judith when it comes to movie trivia. “Didn’t she die in a weird way? On a boat or something?”
“She drowned.”
“Right.”
Judith traces her finger back down the cord and then circles her palm around my ass. My skin prickles with anticipation. I know how much it’ll hurt, but I want her to smack me hard. I don’t know why I love it, but I do know how to get it.
She says, “That movie came out in 1983.”
I say, “I came out in 1983,” which isn’t strictly true, but close enough. “How old were you in 1983, like fifty?”
“Brat,” she whispers, and I know it’s on. In three seconds, she’s going to smack my ass. She’ll smack it so hard I’ll scream, and I’ll scream so loud the neighbours will bang on the wall. Judith won’t stop spanking me—after all, they’re not her neighbours—and I’ll have to bury my face in the pillow. If all goes well, it’ll soon be soaked with tears.
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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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: Blow Up
September 14
Blow Up© 2018 Giselle Renarde
Petra handed me a limp balloon and said, “Blow it up inside me.”
My reaction was obviously: “What?”
“Blow it up inside me,” she repeated, wiggling the orange line of latex like a worm in front of my face.
“What do you mean blow it up inside you?”
“Put the balloon inside me and blow,” she said like there was nothing simpler in the world.
She’d never asked me to do anything like this before. Nobody had.
I took the orange latex from her. It was the sort of thing you’d use to make balloon animals at a children’s birthday party, not the sort of thing you’d use in bed. In my mind, at least. Apparently Petra had other plans.
“Put it in me,” she encouraged, opening her legs like she was ready for an exam.
Her pussy was nothing new, but that’s not to say it didn’t get my temperature on the rise every time I looked at it. So pink and perky, with shaved outer lips and inner ones that were larger than average. I loved her large labia. They were great for sucking. Sometimes I dug my teeth into them—gently, mind you—and growled and tugged like a puppy with a sweat sock.
But not today. Today I pushed the limp balloon inside her pulpy pussy as far as my finger would go. She didn’t react to that. She just watched me, waiting.
“You want me to blow?” I confirmed.
She said, “Yes. Blow.”
“Now?”
“Yes! Go!”
I could see the impatience in her eyes and hear it in her voice, so I wrapped my lips around the tiny mouth of the balloon and started filling it with air. I didn’t know what I was doing or why it was arousing for Petra, but clearly it was. Her eyes fixed on the orange balloon as it expanded and grew.
It didn’t take long for the latex to plump. This wasn’t like inflating an air mattress, where you’re working at it for three days before you see any results. You blow into this little guy and suddenly it’s a big guy. Suddenly it’s filling my girlfriend’s pussy.
Wait, was this turning her on? Because all she did was stare at the fat orange balloon sticking out of her pussy like some sort of latex tail. She wasn’t making any noise, which is weird for her. Petra puts on quite a show.
I had to ask her, “Am I doing this right? Do you want me to move it?”
“Move it?”
“Move it around,” I suggested. “Fuck you with it, like a dildo?”
“No, no,” she said. “Nothing like that.”
I held the end closed with my finger and thumb. I’m pretty sure no air was leaking out. Even so, Petra said, “Keep blowing.”
“Keep blowing?” I asked. “But it’s full.”
“It could be fuller,” she said.
I bowed to the balloon suspiciously and let a little air leak out before going back at it. I watched the balloon’s girth expand inside Petra’s pussy, opening her up a little wider. But that was as big as it would get. Her labia hugged the latex. The view was sensational. But what was this doing for Petra?
“Keep going,” she said.
“Keep blowing?” I asked. “I can’t. It’ll explode.”
“Pop,” she replied. “It’ll pop.”
That’s when I realized that’s what she was after. She wanted the pop.
“I can’t do that,” I told her. “You’ll be filled with balloon shrapnel. It could harm you. I can’t put you in danger.”
She hadn’t taken her eyes off the balloon. She was just staring at, and I could feel her muscles tightening around the latex. If I wouldn’t over-inflate it, she’d find a way to pop it herself.
All things considered, I guess I’d rather do the honours.
So I bowed to the balloon, and I took a deep breath, and I blew…
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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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!
Blow Up© 2018 Giselle RenardePetra handed me a limp balloon and said, “Blow it up inside me.”
My reaction was obviously: “What?”
“Blow it up inside me,” she repeated, wiggling the orange line of latex like a worm in front of my face.
“What do you mean blow it up inside you?”
“Put the balloon inside me and blow,” she said like there was nothing simpler in the world.
She’d never asked me to do anything like this before. Nobody had.
I took the orange latex from her. It was the sort of thing you’d use to make balloon animals at a children’s birthday party, not the sort of thing you’d use in bed. In my mind, at least. Apparently Petra had other plans.
“Put it in me,” she encouraged, opening her legs like she was ready for an exam.
Her pussy was nothing new, but that’s not to say it didn’t get my temperature on the rise every time I looked at it. So pink and perky, with shaved outer lips and inner ones that were larger than average. I loved her large labia. They were great for sucking. Sometimes I dug my teeth into them—gently, mind you—and growled and tugged like a puppy with a sweat sock.
But not today. Today I pushed the limp balloon inside her pulpy pussy as far as my finger would go. She didn’t react to that. She just watched me, waiting.
“You want me to blow?” I confirmed.
She said, “Yes. Blow.”
“Now?”
“Yes! Go!”
I could see the impatience in her eyes and hear it in her voice, so I wrapped my lips around the tiny mouth of the balloon and started filling it with air. I didn’t know what I was doing or why it was arousing for Petra, but clearly it was. Her eyes fixed on the orange balloon as it expanded and grew.
It didn’t take long for the latex to plump. This wasn’t like inflating an air mattress, where you’re working at it for three days before you see any results. You blow into this little guy and suddenly it’s a big guy. Suddenly it’s filling my girlfriend’s pussy.
Wait, was this turning her on? Because all she did was stare at the fat orange balloon sticking out of her pussy like some sort of latex tail. She wasn’t making any noise, which is weird for her. Petra puts on quite a show.
I had to ask her, “Am I doing this right? Do you want me to move it?”
“Move it?”
“Move it around,” I suggested. “Fuck you with it, like a dildo?”
“No, no,” she said. “Nothing like that.”
I held the end closed with my finger and thumb. I’m pretty sure no air was leaking out. Even so, Petra said, “Keep blowing.”
“Keep blowing?” I asked. “But it’s full.”
“It could be fuller,” she said.
I bowed to the balloon suspiciously and let a little air leak out before going back at it. I watched the balloon’s girth expand inside Petra’s pussy, opening her up a little wider. But that was as big as it would get. Her labia hugged the latex. The view was sensational. But what was this doing for Petra?
“Keep going,” she said.
“Keep blowing?” I asked. “I can’t. It’ll explode.”
“Pop,” she replied. “It’ll pop.”
That’s when I realized that’s what she was after. She wanted the pop.
“I can’t do that,” I told her. “You’ll be filled with balloon shrapnel. It could harm you. I can’t put you in danger.”
She hadn’t taken her eyes off the balloon. She was just staring at, and I could feel her muscles tightening around the latex. If I wouldn’t over-inflate it, she’d find a way to pop it herself.
All things considered, I guess I’d rather do the honours.
So I bowed to the balloon, and I took a deep breath, and I blew…
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: Under the Pier
September 13
Under the Pier© 2018 Giselle Renarde
I’ll start by telling you what kind of underwear you have on—not just because it’s sexy as hell, but because it’s integral to the rest of the story.
It’s red. Doesn’t need to be. Could be any colour, but it happens to be red. Red lace. Stretchy, sexy red lace that cups your ass cheeks like two gorgeous rose petals.
Now that you know all about your underwear, I’ll tell you why you’re wearing it: you have a date.
A first date.
With Laird.
Trans masc.
Suede jacket.
Baggy jeans.
Pouty lips.
Dangerous hair. Do not touch. The sort of hair you know he spent two hours coiffing. If you mess it up, he won’t be happy.
Where’s a guy like that gonna take you? Why, the pier, of course. He works nights, so wants a daytime date. Well, okay then! Anything for Laird. That’s how dreamy he is. He makes you feel sixteen again. He makes your heart beat funny. He makes your toes tingle inside your shoes.
For a daytime date, a walk along the pier, you wear that cute top with the horizontal stripes that you bought because it reminded you of Audrey Hepburn singing Moon River. With that, a tight pair of clam-diggers and flats because you never know how long you’ll be walking… or where you might end up.
It’s a beautiful day. Kids with balloons. Elderly speed-walkers. Laird buys you ice cream and you hook your arm through his as you take the boardwalk by storm. Licking your ice cream, laughing together. Oh, what a feeling! It must be love.
He says he wants to take you somewhere special and your knees weaken at the thought. Then he leads you down into the sand and underneath the pier. The tide is out, but it seems dry right here, like the tide never comes in.
Laird leads you deeper down, to a retaining wall. He shows you some rocks and tells you this is where he sits to write poetry. Poetry! You swoon when you hear that. Marry him! Now!
His lips are moving, but you can’t hear the words coming out of his mouth. All you’re thinking is: kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!
And he does! And it’s just like in the movies! He wraps one arm around your waist while the other one cradles your back. He looks deep into your eyes and you know he’s the one.
When his lips touch yours you think yes, this is heaven! He’s perfect! He’s the one!
Your kiss deepens, strengthening your desire. You’ve never been kissed under a pier. It feels both public and private. There’s nobody around—at least, no one who can see you—but all that could change.
Even so, you want him to touch you. You’re wet and ready and throbbing inside your red lace panties.
Still, you don’t see it coming when he reaches one hand inside your tight pants and grabs your ass. Oh, wow. More of that, please!
His hot hand moves across your butt and you’re slightly confused when you realize he’s bundling your panties in his fist.
You don’t stay confused for long. When he gives your panties a tug, you know exactly what he’s up to. The gorgeous lace grips your lower lips, pressing your labia snug around your clit. Oh God, he’s going to make you come. You know it from the get-go. And, more amazingly, he’s going to make you come without even touching you.
He pulls your panties, driving a rope of lace against your asshole. You feel it in your crack so hard it hurts, but you don’t even care. Let it hurt. Because the sensation against your labia, against your clit—it’s so intense you could faint in his arms.
You want more, but you’re too shy to say so. You tell him by kissing him hard, wrapping your arms around his neck and whimpering into his mouth. Can he taste your arousal? Of course he can. He’s Laird.
He tugs rhythmically at the bundle of panties in his fist, driving the stretchy lace fabric against your clit, rubbing you off with your own underwear. Nothing could possibly feel better than this. Or maybe it could, but this is the perfect way to get off under a pier. Nobody naked. You’re just making out, really.
And you’re going to come.
You kiss him desperately, mewling in his mouth like a kitten as he uses your panties to stoke your arousal. He’s getting you there and he knows it. That’s why he’s growling. That’s why he’s holding you close while you cling to him.
He tugs your panties so fast you wonder how it’s possible to be so agile. He really wants to get you there, but he’s cool as a cucumber while you melt against his soft suede jacket. Yes, yes, yes! Oh God, what a feeling!
The soft lace strokes you hard. Laird imposes his will on your pussy, and you love it. He kisses you and you kiss him, and your panties end up between your labia, rubbing just your clit.
He’s pulling on your panties so hard you hear them ripping in places and you don’t even care. You would sacrifice anything for an orgasm right now, even lace panties!
It’s so harsh, what’s happening, the way your underwear is driving itself against your clit. It almost hurts. It does hurt. But you need the hurt to get you there. To get you to the place where you’re up on tip-toes, planting your hollow mouth to Laird’s lips, no longer kissing because all you can do is whimper and pant.
Hurts so good… so good… so good… too good!
Some sort of explosion occurs between the two of you, and you melt at his feet, melt into the sand. He understands. He knows what he’s done. He looks down at you, smirking. He’s so damn smug now that he knows what kind of power he holds over you. Because now that you’ve been brought to your knees by his expert hand, you know you’ll be begging for more.
He helps you up off the ground, but you’re too weak-kneed to walk. So you sit together on his poetry rock. He holds you and dusts sand from your pants and gently kisses your hair.
As you look out across the water, the view from under the pier gives you an encouraging feeling, like this is the lowest point you’ll ever find yourself at, with Laird. From here, it’s all sun and sky.
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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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!
Under the Pier© 2018 Giselle RenardeI’ll start by telling you what kind of underwear you have on—not just because it’s sexy as hell, but because it’s integral to the rest of the story.
It’s red. Doesn’t need to be. Could be any colour, but it happens to be red. Red lace. Stretchy, sexy red lace that cups your ass cheeks like two gorgeous rose petals.
Now that you know all about your underwear, I’ll tell you why you’re wearing it: you have a date.
A first date.
With Laird.
Trans masc.
Suede jacket.
Baggy jeans.
Pouty lips.
Dangerous hair. Do not touch. The sort of hair you know he spent two hours coiffing. If you mess it up, he won’t be happy.
Where’s a guy like that gonna take you? Why, the pier, of course. He works nights, so wants a daytime date. Well, okay then! Anything for Laird. That’s how dreamy he is. He makes you feel sixteen again. He makes your heart beat funny. He makes your toes tingle inside your shoes.
For a daytime date, a walk along the pier, you wear that cute top with the horizontal stripes that you bought because it reminded you of Audrey Hepburn singing Moon River. With that, a tight pair of clam-diggers and flats because you never know how long you’ll be walking… or where you might end up.
It’s a beautiful day. Kids with balloons. Elderly speed-walkers. Laird buys you ice cream and you hook your arm through his as you take the boardwalk by storm. Licking your ice cream, laughing together. Oh, what a feeling! It must be love.
He says he wants to take you somewhere special and your knees weaken at the thought. Then he leads you down into the sand and underneath the pier. The tide is out, but it seems dry right here, like the tide never comes in.
Laird leads you deeper down, to a retaining wall. He shows you some rocks and tells you this is where he sits to write poetry. Poetry! You swoon when you hear that. Marry him! Now!
His lips are moving, but you can’t hear the words coming out of his mouth. All you’re thinking is: kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!
And he does! And it’s just like in the movies! He wraps one arm around your waist while the other one cradles your back. He looks deep into your eyes and you know he’s the one.
When his lips touch yours you think yes, this is heaven! He’s perfect! He’s the one!
Your kiss deepens, strengthening your desire. You’ve never been kissed under a pier. It feels both public and private. There’s nobody around—at least, no one who can see you—but all that could change.
Even so, you want him to touch you. You’re wet and ready and throbbing inside your red lace panties.
Still, you don’t see it coming when he reaches one hand inside your tight pants and grabs your ass. Oh, wow. More of that, please!
His hot hand moves across your butt and you’re slightly confused when you realize he’s bundling your panties in his fist.
You don’t stay confused for long. When he gives your panties a tug, you know exactly what he’s up to. The gorgeous lace grips your lower lips, pressing your labia snug around your clit. Oh God, he’s going to make you come. You know it from the get-go. And, more amazingly, he’s going to make you come without even touching you.
He pulls your panties, driving a rope of lace against your asshole. You feel it in your crack so hard it hurts, but you don’t even care. Let it hurt. Because the sensation against your labia, against your clit—it’s so intense you could faint in his arms.
You want more, but you’re too shy to say so. You tell him by kissing him hard, wrapping your arms around his neck and whimpering into his mouth. Can he taste your arousal? Of course he can. He’s Laird.
He tugs rhythmically at the bundle of panties in his fist, driving the stretchy lace fabric against your clit, rubbing you off with your own underwear. Nothing could possibly feel better than this. Or maybe it could, but this is the perfect way to get off under a pier. Nobody naked. You’re just making out, really.
And you’re going to come.
You kiss him desperately, mewling in his mouth like a kitten as he uses your panties to stoke your arousal. He’s getting you there and he knows it. That’s why he’s growling. That’s why he’s holding you close while you cling to him.
He tugs your panties so fast you wonder how it’s possible to be so agile. He really wants to get you there, but he’s cool as a cucumber while you melt against his soft suede jacket. Yes, yes, yes! Oh God, what a feeling!
The soft lace strokes you hard. Laird imposes his will on your pussy, and you love it. He kisses you and you kiss him, and your panties end up between your labia, rubbing just your clit.
He’s pulling on your panties so hard you hear them ripping in places and you don’t even care. You would sacrifice anything for an orgasm right now, even lace panties!
It’s so harsh, what’s happening, the way your underwear is driving itself against your clit. It almost hurts. It does hurt. But you need the hurt to get you there. To get you to the place where you’re up on tip-toes, planting your hollow mouth to Laird’s lips, no longer kissing because all you can do is whimper and pant.
Hurts so good… so good… so good… too good!
Some sort of explosion occurs between the two of you, and you melt at his feet, melt into the sand. He understands. He knows what he’s done. He looks down at you, smirking. He’s so damn smug now that he knows what kind of power he holds over you. Because now that you’ve been brought to your knees by his expert hand, you know you’ll be begging for more.
He helps you up off the ground, but you’re too weak-kneed to walk. So you sit together on his poetry rock. He holds you and dusts sand from your pants and gently kisses your hair.
As you look out across the water, the view from under the pier gives you an encouraging feeling, like this is the lowest point you’ll ever find yourself at, with Laird. From here, it’s all sun and sky.
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: Audience of One
September 12
Audience of One© 2018 Giselle Renarde
This wasn’t my idea. Not initially. At first, I’ll admit, I thought it was some kind of trick. When your husband of thirteen years asks what you think it would be like to sleep with his best friend, of course you’re going to take it as a bit of an accusation.
At least, I did.
I thought my husband was accusing me of something. Of going to bed with Mitch. Or thinking about it.
The truth? I hadn’t gone to bed with anyone but my husband since we got married. I’ve always been a faithful wife.
As for thinking about it… I suppose I’d had fleeting moments of wondering what Mitch’s rough hands would feel like against my skin. Not extended fantasies or anything. But you do notice, don’t you, when a man’s got a nice set of hands?
It turns out my husband wasn’t accusing me of anything. He was plotting with me, not against me. He wanted his wife to seduce his best friend.
The idea of seducing Mitch wasn’t exactly off-putting. He’s a very attractive man, and I get the sense that my husband thought so, too. My husband was never the jealous type, but it was still hard to imagine actively wanting one’s wife to go out and sleep with another man.
But he wanted it. He talked about it late at night, whispering in my ear while he touched me in bed. He made me come as he described what it would be like for me to seduce his best friend. Every time I thought about it, my body relived my husband’s expert touch. We started talking about it more and more, until I wanted it as much as he did.
And so we set a date.
My husband invited Mitch over to watch that show they both like, but at the last minute he had to work late—oh dear! Mitch and I were left home alone with nothing but a bottle of wine and a bowl of popcorn between us.
He watched his show and I watched him, inching ever closer on the couch. At first, he inched away. But soon he reached the arm rest and then there was nowhere to go. I was closing in. He was trapped.
I wouldn’t have known what to say if my husband hadn’t scripted the encounter for me. He told me to open with: “Have you ever pictured me naked, Mitch?”
An expression of utter guilt crossed the man’s face. I knew, in that moment, my husband must have caught his friend checking me out. Maybe that’s what had started all this. But knowing Mitch had a thing for me gave me a little boost, a little thrill. I crossed one of my legs over one of his.
“What if I said I’ve imagined it too?” I asked. “I’ve imagined us together, giving in to temptation.”
Mitch didn’t reply, but his erection spoke volumes.
I put my hand on it and rubbed.
That’s when he said, “What about Jeff?”
“Jeff’s not home,” I responded, getting a little rougher with the rubbing. “It’s just the two of us, Mitch. I know you want it.”
He grabbed for the remote and turned off the TV. His favourite show wasn’t over yet, but he chose me instead. That was quite a compliment, I must admit.
When I kissed his lips, his hands hugged my ass. Oh, I was right to fantasize about that pair. Mitch’s hands were hard and strong and practised. He squeezed my cheeks, kneaded them while we kissed, and I worked my way into his lap, straddling him.
His hard body made me feel weak as a kitten, but my mouth was on fire. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d kissed my husband with a passion as brazen as this. Clearly, Mitch wanted everything to happen fast, before Jeff got home. He peeled away my clothes, and I helped, until my top was off and my skirt hiked up past my hips.
Right on cue, the front door opened and my husband stepped into the hall.
Mitch hopped off the couch so fast I flopped to the side, landing on the cushion like a kid in a bouncy castle. The look on his face was priceless. Guilty! And caught red-handed!
But before Mitch could say a word, Jeff pulled off his overcoat and hung it on the hat rack. Completely nonplussed, he said, “Don’t mind me. I’ll just kick off my shoes and take a front row seat. Pretend I’m not here.”
Poor Mitch looked utterly confused, but I could tell by the stern steel strength of his erection that he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to get inside my ripe and ready body. Even if he had to do me in front of an audience of one.
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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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Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
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Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
Audience of One© 2018 Giselle RenardeThis wasn’t my idea. Not initially. At first, I’ll admit, I thought it was some kind of trick. When your husband of thirteen years asks what you think it would be like to sleep with his best friend, of course you’re going to take it as a bit of an accusation.
At least, I did.
I thought my husband was accusing me of something. Of going to bed with Mitch. Or thinking about it.
The truth? I hadn’t gone to bed with anyone but my husband since we got married. I’ve always been a faithful wife.
As for thinking about it… I suppose I’d had fleeting moments of wondering what Mitch’s rough hands would feel like against my skin. Not extended fantasies or anything. But you do notice, don’t you, when a man’s got a nice set of hands?
It turns out my husband wasn’t accusing me of anything. He was plotting with me, not against me. He wanted his wife to seduce his best friend.
The idea of seducing Mitch wasn’t exactly off-putting. He’s a very attractive man, and I get the sense that my husband thought so, too. My husband was never the jealous type, but it was still hard to imagine actively wanting one’s wife to go out and sleep with another man.
But he wanted it. He talked about it late at night, whispering in my ear while he touched me in bed. He made me come as he described what it would be like for me to seduce his best friend. Every time I thought about it, my body relived my husband’s expert touch. We started talking about it more and more, until I wanted it as much as he did.
And so we set a date.
My husband invited Mitch over to watch that show they both like, but at the last minute he had to work late—oh dear! Mitch and I were left home alone with nothing but a bottle of wine and a bowl of popcorn between us.
He watched his show and I watched him, inching ever closer on the couch. At first, he inched away. But soon he reached the arm rest and then there was nowhere to go. I was closing in. He was trapped.
I wouldn’t have known what to say if my husband hadn’t scripted the encounter for me. He told me to open with: “Have you ever pictured me naked, Mitch?”
An expression of utter guilt crossed the man’s face. I knew, in that moment, my husband must have caught his friend checking me out. Maybe that’s what had started all this. But knowing Mitch had a thing for me gave me a little boost, a little thrill. I crossed one of my legs over one of his.
“What if I said I’ve imagined it too?” I asked. “I’ve imagined us together, giving in to temptation.”
Mitch didn’t reply, but his erection spoke volumes.
I put my hand on it and rubbed.
That’s when he said, “What about Jeff?”
“Jeff’s not home,” I responded, getting a little rougher with the rubbing. “It’s just the two of us, Mitch. I know you want it.”
He grabbed for the remote and turned off the TV. His favourite show wasn’t over yet, but he chose me instead. That was quite a compliment, I must admit.
When I kissed his lips, his hands hugged my ass. Oh, I was right to fantasize about that pair. Mitch’s hands were hard and strong and practised. He squeezed my cheeks, kneaded them while we kissed, and I worked my way into his lap, straddling him.
His hard body made me feel weak as a kitten, but my mouth was on fire. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d kissed my husband with a passion as brazen as this. Clearly, Mitch wanted everything to happen fast, before Jeff got home. He peeled away my clothes, and I helped, until my top was off and my skirt hiked up past my hips.
Right on cue, the front door opened and my husband stepped into the hall.
Mitch hopped off the couch so fast I flopped to the side, landing on the cushion like a kid in a bouncy castle. The look on his face was priceless. Guilty! And caught red-handed!
But before Mitch could say a word, Jeff pulled off his overcoat and hung it on the hat rack. Completely nonplussed, he said, “Don’t mind me. I’ll just kick off my shoes and take a front row seat. Pretend I’m not here.”
Poor Mitch looked utterly confused, but I could tell by the stern steel strength of his erection that he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to get inside my ripe and ready body. Even if he had to do me in front of an audience of one.
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: Sunlight Seduction
September 11
Sunlight Seduction© 2018 Giselle Renarde
The deck chair wasn’t absolutely essential, but it was certainly a nice touch. She could have chosen a beach towel instead, or even a blanket laid out on the lush green grass, but that portion of the yard was shrouded in shade.
She wanted the sun.
The back deck also had the benefit of looking out over Derek’s yard. From her lofty position, Lana could look without seeming to look at her neighbour taking a break from yard work, a cold water bottle sweating in his hand.
He’d taken off his shirt ages ago, and who could blame him? In this heat, all Lana ever wanted was to strip off her clothes and bask in the sun’s golden rays. This bikini of hers was starting to feel a little too tight.
She watched her neighbour’s Adam’s apple bob as he drank his water, half the bottle in one go. God, what a magnificent man! A master sculptor couldn’t have sculpted such fine pectorals. And his skin was that shade of sun-kissed bronze people so often shied away from these days. Same as hers, in fact. That’s one thing they had in common, certainly: love of sunshine.
No, it went beyond love, for Lana. The sun was a lover. She lusted after its touch as much as any man’s. When its hot rays danced across her naked skin, she felt wanted and wonderful. The sun had a reputation for doing harm. But, hey, men had that reputation too.
She caught him peeking at her in her bright blue bikini. He was too polite to stare. Just the woman next door, lounging in the sun. He must be used to the sight by now. She’d have to show him something a little more memorable.
Rising from the deck chair, Lana casually reached back to unfasten her bikini top. She could feel his eyes on her, hot as the sun’s rays. As a tease, she turned her back to him as she tossed the bikini top on her chair. Should she turn around first, or take off her bikini bottoms to build anticipation?
She couldn’t wait. She turned, feeling her hair dance across her back as the sunshine bit her eager nipples. A man had only two hands. The sun had ten thousand, at least, all tiny and forceful, touching her everywhere at once.
Almost everywhere.
Lana didn’t look directly at her neighbour. Danger of getting burned. She’d wait until she was fully nude before checking to see that he was fully interested.
Slipping out of her final item of clothing, she basked in the sun’s generous warmth. Her sensitive labia peeked out from between her larger lips. Contact with the sun was almost too much, which is perhaps part of the reason why they cooled themselves with the slick, clear nectar of arousal.
The sun’s rays touched her everywhere. Every skin cell absorbed the dry heat that pushed its way against her, with force. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes to feel the sun’s gentle kiss against her lids.
And when she opened her eyes, there he was, looking up while she looked down.
Did he realize he was crushing that water bottle in his hand? No, surely, he had only one thing on his mind.
Now that eye contact had finally been made, the afternoon could only end in delight.
Just to be sure, Lana curled her fingers in a coquettish wave and said, “Howdy, Neighbour.”
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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!
Sunlight Seduction© 2018 Giselle RenardeThe deck chair wasn’t absolutely essential, but it was certainly a nice touch. She could have chosen a beach towel instead, or even a blanket laid out on the lush green grass, but that portion of the yard was shrouded in shade.
She wanted the sun.
The back deck also had the benefit of looking out over Derek’s yard. From her lofty position, Lana could look without seeming to look at her neighbour taking a break from yard work, a cold water bottle sweating in his hand.
He’d taken off his shirt ages ago, and who could blame him? In this heat, all Lana ever wanted was to strip off her clothes and bask in the sun’s golden rays. This bikini of hers was starting to feel a little too tight.
She watched her neighbour’s Adam’s apple bob as he drank his water, half the bottle in one go. God, what a magnificent man! A master sculptor couldn’t have sculpted such fine pectorals. And his skin was that shade of sun-kissed bronze people so often shied away from these days. Same as hers, in fact. That’s one thing they had in common, certainly: love of sunshine.
No, it went beyond love, for Lana. The sun was a lover. She lusted after its touch as much as any man’s. When its hot rays danced across her naked skin, she felt wanted and wonderful. The sun had a reputation for doing harm. But, hey, men had that reputation too.
She caught him peeking at her in her bright blue bikini. He was too polite to stare. Just the woman next door, lounging in the sun. He must be used to the sight by now. She’d have to show him something a little more memorable.
Rising from the deck chair, Lana casually reached back to unfasten her bikini top. She could feel his eyes on her, hot as the sun’s rays. As a tease, she turned her back to him as she tossed the bikini top on her chair. Should she turn around first, or take off her bikini bottoms to build anticipation?
She couldn’t wait. She turned, feeling her hair dance across her back as the sunshine bit her eager nipples. A man had only two hands. The sun had ten thousand, at least, all tiny and forceful, touching her everywhere at once.
Almost everywhere.
Lana didn’t look directly at her neighbour. Danger of getting burned. She’d wait until she was fully nude before checking to see that he was fully interested.
Slipping out of her final item of clothing, she basked in the sun’s generous warmth. Her sensitive labia peeked out from between her larger lips. Contact with the sun was almost too much, which is perhaps part of the reason why they cooled themselves with the slick, clear nectar of arousal.
The sun’s rays touched her everywhere. Every skin cell absorbed the dry heat that pushed its way against her, with force. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes to feel the sun’s gentle kiss against her lids.
And when she opened her eyes, there he was, looking up while she looked down.
Did he realize he was crushing that water bottle in his hand? No, surely, he had only one thing on his mind.
Now that eye contact had finally been made, the afternoon could only end in delight.
Just to be sure, Lana curled her fingers in a coquettish wave and said, “Howdy, Neighbour.”
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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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
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Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
#Erotica Every Day: Live to Give
September 10
Live to Give© 2018 Giselle Renarde
I know what you want. I can see it in your eyes.
You live to serve.
Not such a terrible quality. Denotes generosity of spirit, if you ask me. I admire you for it. I couldn’t do what you do.
I live to take.
And what I really need right now is to put my feet up. Sit my ass down on the couch and drink this cup of tea while I watch the trees sway in the breeze outside.
Who needs furniture when I’ve got this beautiful human to rely upon?
I take my repose on the couch and you know just what to do: get down on those hands and knees, crawl across the floor. I raise my feet and you gently make your way beneath them. You know not to jostle me. I’m drinking tea, over here. If you sneeze or cough or even breathe too hard, my hot tea will end up all over my lap.
You would never cause me such pain. You strive to be still, as still as velvet and wood. Sometimes I think you’re part furniture, at heart. Half beautiful human, half utilitarian home furnishing. Stable, yet adjustable. That’s you.
When my heel digs into your back, you don’t turn your head. You don’t gaze up at me adoringly. Wouldn’t matter if you did. I’m busy staring out the window, watching the trees swing and sway.
Maybe you’re more like a tree, like the very material out of which fine furniture is made. Those trees out there, their roots planted firmly in the ground. They are stable beyond measure. And yet their branches move easily in the wind. They don’t come undone as the world moves around them.
Perhaps that’s you.
I’ll mention this theory when you’re human again. For the moment, you remain my devoted footrest, staring at the carpet, taking breaths so shallow I can scarcely feel them. There’s no chance of me spilling my tea, not with furniture as reliable as you to depend on.
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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!
Live to Give© 2018 Giselle RenardeI know what you want. I can see it in your eyes.
You live to serve.
Not such a terrible quality. Denotes generosity of spirit, if you ask me. I admire you for it. I couldn’t do what you do.
I live to take.
And what I really need right now is to put my feet up. Sit my ass down on the couch and drink this cup of tea while I watch the trees sway in the breeze outside.
Who needs furniture when I’ve got this beautiful human to rely upon?
I take my repose on the couch and you know just what to do: get down on those hands and knees, crawl across the floor. I raise my feet and you gently make your way beneath them. You know not to jostle me. I’m drinking tea, over here. If you sneeze or cough or even breathe too hard, my hot tea will end up all over my lap.
You would never cause me such pain. You strive to be still, as still as velvet and wood. Sometimes I think you’re part furniture, at heart. Half beautiful human, half utilitarian home furnishing. Stable, yet adjustable. That’s you.
When my heel digs into your back, you don’t turn your head. You don’t gaze up at me adoringly. Wouldn’t matter if you did. I’m busy staring out the window, watching the trees swing and sway.
Maybe you’re more like a tree, like the very material out of which fine furniture is made. Those trees out there, their roots planted firmly in the ground. They are stable beyond measure. And yet their branches move easily in the wind. They don’t come undone as the world moves around them.
Perhaps that’s you.
I’ll mention this theory when you’re human again. For the moment, you remain my devoted footrest, staring at the carpet, taking breaths so shallow I can scarcely feel them. There’s no chance of me spilling my tea, not with furniture as reliable as you to depend on.
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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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!
#Erotica Every Day: Ready for Love
September 9
Ready for Love© 2018 Giselle Renarde
He used to get hard just looking at me. Not so much anymore. I know it’s not personal. It’s got to do with stress and age and prostate pills.
At first, I couldn’t quiet the voices in my head—those nasty ones that kept telling me it was all my fault. If I was really so attractive, he’d be able to achieve an erection. Not just achieve one, but sustain it long enough to have sex like the good old days.
But these aren’t the good old days. These are the golden years. Doesn’t mean we don’t want the closeness sex brings. Doesn’t mean we don’t want the sex itself. And for Paul, the wanting and not being able… I can tell it’s frustrating for him.
It’s frustrating for me, too.
So one lazy Sunday afternoon when he’s relaxing on the sofa, I approach him slowly with my vibrator. When I hold it out for him to see, he barely glances up from the book he’s reading. He gives me a look like he doesn’t understand what I’m up to.
I turn on the vibe and it buzzes in my hand. Now he’s interested… but he doesn’t put down the book. I point the vibe at his crotch, but he still doesn’t get it.
So I touch the vibrator to his thigh.
I can’t tell whether he feels the hum through his khakis. He’s never been terribly expressive in bed. There have been many times when he’s come and I didn’t even notice. I was always the noisy one.
But when I move the vibe to his crotch, he jolts. I can’t tell what’s going on down there, so I undo his belt, unzip his fly, expose his dark blue jockey-boxers to the light of day.
His cock isn’t quite hard, but it’s getting there. I press my vibe against it, straight up and down, hoping Paul won’t develop a case of comparisonitis. The vibe isn’t huge, but it’s bigger than he’s been getting lately.
As I gently nudge my vibrator against his underwear, I can see him getting bigger. Firmer. Hard!
I slowly run the tip of my buzzing vibe from the base of Paul’s erection up the shaft, all the way to his tip. His book tumbles to the floor. Guess I’ve got his full attention now.
When I trace the vibe down the other side of his shaft, he lets out an eager groan. I take a chance and press the vibrator against his balls, still buried under blue cotton. He gasps as though he’s never felt anything like it. And maybe he never has.
I need to see the results of my work, and clearly Paul wants to show me, because he reaches into his shorts and pulls out his cock. His tip gleams a pinky shade of red. His shaft is thick with lust. I don’t remember the last time I saw him so rock-hard and ready for love.
Now this I can work with...
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!
Ready for Love© 2018 Giselle RenardeHe used to get hard just looking at me. Not so much anymore. I know it’s not personal. It’s got to do with stress and age and prostate pills.
At first, I couldn’t quiet the voices in my head—those nasty ones that kept telling me it was all my fault. If I was really so attractive, he’d be able to achieve an erection. Not just achieve one, but sustain it long enough to have sex like the good old days.
But these aren’t the good old days. These are the golden years. Doesn’t mean we don’t want the closeness sex brings. Doesn’t mean we don’t want the sex itself. And for Paul, the wanting and not being able… I can tell it’s frustrating for him.
It’s frustrating for me, too.
So one lazy Sunday afternoon when he’s relaxing on the sofa, I approach him slowly with my vibrator. When I hold it out for him to see, he barely glances up from the book he’s reading. He gives me a look like he doesn’t understand what I’m up to.
I turn on the vibe and it buzzes in my hand. Now he’s interested… but he doesn’t put down the book. I point the vibe at his crotch, but he still doesn’t get it.
So I touch the vibrator to his thigh.
I can’t tell whether he feels the hum through his khakis. He’s never been terribly expressive in bed. There have been many times when he’s come and I didn’t even notice. I was always the noisy one.
But when I move the vibe to his crotch, he jolts. I can’t tell what’s going on down there, so I undo his belt, unzip his fly, expose his dark blue jockey-boxers to the light of day.
His cock isn’t quite hard, but it’s getting there. I press my vibe against it, straight up and down, hoping Paul won’t develop a case of comparisonitis. The vibe isn’t huge, but it’s bigger than he’s been getting lately.
As I gently nudge my vibrator against his underwear, I can see him getting bigger. Firmer. Hard!
I slowly run the tip of my buzzing vibe from the base of Paul’s erection up the shaft, all the way to his tip. His book tumbles to the floor. Guess I’ve got his full attention now.
When I trace the vibe down the other side of his shaft, he lets out an eager groan. I take a chance and press the vibrator against his balls, still buried under blue cotton. He gasps as though he’s never felt anything like it. And maybe he never has.
I need to see the results of my work, and clearly Paul wants to show me, because he reaches into his shorts and pulls out his cock. His tip gleams a pinky shade of red. His shaft is thick with lust. I don’t remember the last time I saw him so rock-hard and ready for love.
Now this I can work with...
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
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Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
#Erotica Every Day: Little Pink Hearts
September 8
Little Pink Hearts© 2018 Giselle Renarde
She bought me these panties, these little girl panties. She put them in my stocking at Christmas.
When I saw them, I laughed. White cotton panties with a bright pink band, a pattern of bright pink hearts? Not to mention the size! There was no way in hell they’d fit.
A cute gift nonetheless, a reminder that she was my Daddy and I was her little girl.
I set those panties aside for months, but she called me one day and asked, “Can I come over?” Sure! Yes, of course!
“And do you mind if I’m a little… aggressive?”
Scary and exciting, that word… aggressive…
I told her she could be as aggressive as she liked. As soon as I’d hung up the phone I jumped in the shower and shaved my pussy. When I opened my underwear drawer, the pink-hearted little girl panties called out to me. How could I resist?
I put them on. God knows how they fit. They shouldn’t have. They were so tiny. But the elastics didn’t even dig into my skin too much. They fit just like tight cotton panties should.
When she got to my place, I was naked but for those little girl panties. I dove into bed, or at least onto the bed, and got on my hands and knees: butt in the air, head on the pillow.
She swaggered into my bedroom like a cowboy, eager to get it on. And I couldn’t wait for her to discover my sweet surprise. I didn’t shave my pussy all the time, but when I did it turned her on like crazy.
Although, I think she was already turned on by the time she got to my place.
She situated herself at the foot of my bed and traced her hands across my cotton panties. Then she leaned in and surprised me… by biting them!
She bit my panties, bit the bright pink elastic, then shifted the cotton into my ass crack so she could bite my ass. It was all so unexpected and thrilling. She crept up on the bed and bit the gusset of my panties, digging her teeth into my pussy lips. Could she tell they were shaved? She must have suspected.
I wasn’t sure whether I should be thrilled or disappointed when she pulled down my panties. Because, here’s the thing: she didn’t pull them down all the way. She pulled them down so they were no longer covering my ass cheeks, but she stopped short of revealing my smooth little pussy.
One thing I will admit is that I loved the way that pink elastic hugged my thighs. Made me feel ready for anything.
Or so I thought.
Because when she dove between my ass cheeks, I really wasn’t ready for that.
I shrieked when her teeth met my asshole, but she didn’t seem to be paying attention to my reactions. She only cared about tracing her teeth along my squeaky clean ass crack. I wouldn’t have let her do this if I hadn’t just showered, but the reason I found it particularly strange was that I’d mentioned quite a few times that I’d love to eat her ass. She’d always said no way, sounds gross.
Never in a million years would I have thought she’d shove her face between my butt cheeks… and lick.
Part of me couldn’t believe she was doing this, licking my clean little asshole. My pussy was prepared for her. My ass was taken by surprise. But I wouldn’t ask her to stop, because, wow, did it ever feel good.
When she dug her fingers into my ass cheeks, and planted her face between them, I was in heaven. I’d never forget those first little licks, because my skin felt so dry and her tongue felt so wet.
Soon everything felt wet. She slathered a sloppy tongue up and down my crack. She sucked my hole. She nipped at it. It felt so good, so dirty and raw. No one had ever done this to me, but I’d wanted it for as long as I could remember.
Maybe that’s why I’d offered to do it. I was looking for that counteroffer, tit for tat. I wanted her to eat my ass, but I didn’t know how to ask.
As she went at my ass, she pulled my panties all the way down to my knees. When she backed away to take a look, I said, “I shaved for you. All for you.”
She didn’t have to tell me how excited that made her. The growl in her voice said it all.
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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.
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See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
Little Pink Hearts© 2018 Giselle RenardeShe bought me these panties, these little girl panties. She put them in my stocking at Christmas.
When I saw them, I laughed. White cotton panties with a bright pink band, a pattern of bright pink hearts? Not to mention the size! There was no way in hell they’d fit.
A cute gift nonetheless, a reminder that she was my Daddy and I was her little girl.
I set those panties aside for months, but she called me one day and asked, “Can I come over?” Sure! Yes, of course!
“And do you mind if I’m a little… aggressive?”
Scary and exciting, that word… aggressive…
I told her she could be as aggressive as she liked. As soon as I’d hung up the phone I jumped in the shower and shaved my pussy. When I opened my underwear drawer, the pink-hearted little girl panties called out to me. How could I resist?
I put them on. God knows how they fit. They shouldn’t have. They were so tiny. But the elastics didn’t even dig into my skin too much. They fit just like tight cotton panties should.
When she got to my place, I was naked but for those little girl panties. I dove into bed, or at least onto the bed, and got on my hands and knees: butt in the air, head on the pillow.
She swaggered into my bedroom like a cowboy, eager to get it on. And I couldn’t wait for her to discover my sweet surprise. I didn’t shave my pussy all the time, but when I did it turned her on like crazy.
Although, I think she was already turned on by the time she got to my place.
She situated herself at the foot of my bed and traced her hands across my cotton panties. Then she leaned in and surprised me… by biting them!
She bit my panties, bit the bright pink elastic, then shifted the cotton into my ass crack so she could bite my ass. It was all so unexpected and thrilling. She crept up on the bed and bit the gusset of my panties, digging her teeth into my pussy lips. Could she tell they were shaved? She must have suspected.
I wasn’t sure whether I should be thrilled or disappointed when she pulled down my panties. Because, here’s the thing: she didn’t pull them down all the way. She pulled them down so they were no longer covering my ass cheeks, but she stopped short of revealing my smooth little pussy.
One thing I will admit is that I loved the way that pink elastic hugged my thighs. Made me feel ready for anything.
Or so I thought.
Because when she dove between my ass cheeks, I really wasn’t ready for that.
I shrieked when her teeth met my asshole, but she didn’t seem to be paying attention to my reactions. She only cared about tracing her teeth along my squeaky clean ass crack. I wouldn’t have let her do this if I hadn’t just showered, but the reason I found it particularly strange was that I’d mentioned quite a few times that I’d love to eat her ass. She’d always said no way, sounds gross.
Never in a million years would I have thought she’d shove her face between my butt cheeks… and lick.
Part of me couldn’t believe she was doing this, licking my clean little asshole. My pussy was prepared for her. My ass was taken by surprise. But I wouldn’t ask her to stop, because, wow, did it ever feel good.
When she dug her fingers into my ass cheeks, and planted her face between them, I was in heaven. I’d never forget those first little licks, because my skin felt so dry and her tongue felt so wet.
Soon everything felt wet. She slathered a sloppy tongue up and down my crack. She sucked my hole. She nipped at it. It felt so good, so dirty and raw. No one had ever done this to me, but I’d wanted it for as long as I could remember.
Maybe that’s why I’d offered to do it. I was looking for that counteroffer, tit for tat. I wanted her to eat my ass, but I didn’t know how to ask.
As she went at my ass, she pulled my panties all the way down to my knees. When she backed away to take a look, I said, “I shaved for you. All for you.”
She didn’t have to tell me how excited that made her. The growl in her voice said it all.
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!
