#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...
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!
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