Friday, August 18, 2017

“Shut up and piss on me, stupid!” #GoldenShowers #PissPlay #Watersports #Erotica

His pee splashed against her skin, sending sparkling droplets across her breasts. The stream coursed down her front like a waterfall, pooling slightly in her belly button before flowing between her legs.

Chapter Three of Cherry is live at Wattpad, if they haven't cancelled my account for being a huge perv. I wrote this book six or seven years ago. I'd forgotten how truly nasty it was. Yowza.

So Chapter Three is full of warm golden showers and hot cum on nubile breasts. Hope that's not too much of a spoiler for you.

Read Chapter Three for free right now:

Or start from the beginning if you're just tuning in:

Be back tomorrow with Chapter 4! If you just can't wait, buy the whole book in print or as an ebook:

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Cherry: Chapter Two #Free #BeachRead #Hot #Erotica #Serial

"Sex is totally natural. I hate it when people act like you're evil or whatever just because you like screwing."

Chapter Two of Cherry has just gone live at Wattpad, a little early today but it's raining here (is it raining with you...?) so I figured what the hell.

Great chapter today, complete with a beach scene that'll surely arouse your interest. Sunblock, talk of blow-up dolls, and Cherry takes her top off. A ton of fun.

Read Chapter Two for free right now:

If you missed Chapter One, here you go:

The book's got a main page type thing too, and that's here:

Love you!

Chapter Three goes up tomorrow. If you just can't wait, buy the whole book in print or as an ebook:

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

FREE MY CHERRY! Chapter One is Live #hot #agegap #erotica

Chapter Two will go live tomorrow. If you just can't wait, buy the whole book in print or as an ebook!
Cherry is a saucy little minx who falls in love/lust with her father's best friend.

I wrote her story a few years ago, and I just can't get it off my mind. Takes place in the summertime, mostly at a campground where Cherry and her crush Phil are staying in adjacent cabins. Phil is recently divorced, going through a rough time, you know how it is. He wants to resist temptation as much as he can, but who knows?  Maybe his best friend's 18-year-old daughter is just be the pick-me-up he needs...

This is some hot shit.

If you're craving older man/younger woman erotica, this is it.

And the best part? I'm posting it FREE, chapter by chapter, at Wattpad:

I've resisted joining Wattpad until now because I'm cognizant that it's a social media platform and I have no intention of being social there. But what the hell?  Might as well post this hot-ass book.  It's summer. I want to treat you.

Cherry is 12 chapters long. I'll be posting one chapter per day, so that'll take us through to... Sunday August 27th. I'll post a new chapter every evening at 8pm EST so you've got something to look forward to. Just FYI I'll be out all day Saturday (August 19th) so I won't be able to post until midnight or so. You've been warned.

If you're not already a Wattpad member you'll probably have to create an account (takes two seconds) because this is mature content (to put it lightly) so they have to make sure you're old enough to be reading it. (If you're here, you sure as hell better be over 18!)

Soak up every last bit of summer with Cherry, the hottest beach read I've ever written, absolutely FREE at Wattpad.

Read Chapter One today:

Chapter Two will go live tomorrow. If you just can't wait, buy the whole book in print or as an ebook!

Monday, August 14, 2017

Hey, Giselle! Why did you write Nanny State? #lesbian #ageplay

I created a little video about why I wrote Nanny State. It's the first in my new "Why did you write this book?" video series which I'm sure will be greatly successful and I won't give up on it after three episodes. (Oh, who am I kidding? Two episodes...)

Anyhoo, enjoy the mellifluous sound of my voice!

Here's the direct link in case I fail at embedding the way I fail at so many things in life:

Sweet watched and she was like, "Sounds just like you, complete with your snorty little giggle." heh well it IS me (complete with my snorty little giggle)

And if you just want to buy Nanny State without all this fuss, here you go with the links:

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

FREE READ: Country Roads #Lesbian #Erotica

For your reading pleasure, some delightful erotic fiction featuring an older woman showing a younger woman how it's done by the roadside. You can read this story (as "Driving Mrs. Rose") and more like it in my book Older Women, Lesbian Desires--one of three volumes that make up Erotic Older Women!
Country Roads
Older/Younger Lesbian Erotica
by Giselle Renarde

Mrs. Rose called me a late bloomer because I was nineteen and still hadn’t learned to drive. I had my permit, but cars seemed scary. All my friends had their licenses, so I felt like I didn’t need to learn.

But Mrs. Rose said I must. She drove a pick-up truck and claimed driving was the key to a woman’s independence.

And Mrs. Rose was by far the most independent woman I’d ever met. My grandparents lived way out in the country, and Mrs. Rose was their neighbour. She’d always told me to call her Jan (since she’d never been married and wasn’t a “Mrs.” at all) but my grandparents were sticklers for formality. They didn’t think it proper to call a woman her age “Miss.”

So “Mrs. Rose” it was, and Mrs. Rose she stayed.

I don’t think she was actually as old as the lines around her eyes suggested. I couldn’t tell if her hair was white or blonde—she always wore that sun-bleached straw hat, so it was hard to get a good look. I’d gone to her place to buy snap peas from her garden, but we got talking about driving, and soon she was set on teaching me.

Since I couldn’t imagine learning in her big old pick-up, we walked back to my grandparents’ property. My grandma reluctantly allowed us borrow her Toyota. Sure I was scared to learn, but I’d always heard it was easiest on country roads. Less traffic than in the city. Also, there was something about Mrs. Rose that made me feel safe. If we broke down or whatever, she’d know what to do.

I was so nervous when I started the engine that I thought I might pee my pants. I couldn’t remember which was the gas and which was the brakes, and no matter what I did, I second-guessed myself. I felt so dumb.

But Mrs. Rose kept telling me I was doing fine.

Thank goodness there was no traffic on the arrow-straight country road. I would have wet myself for sure if I saw a car coming at me.

The more I drove, the better I felt about it, until we came to a four-way stop and there were other cars. Oh no! My legs shook so hard Mrs. Rose set one hot hand over my naked thigh, right under the hem of my short shorts.
Lightning shot through me, and all at once my nipples were so hard they hurt. The day had been so hot I hadn’t worn a bra, and I stole a glance down to see if it was obvious. Oh God, it was! My nipples were pointy and stiff as pencil erasers, urging through the clingy jersey of my sleeveless top.

Out of the corner of my eye, I checked to see if Mrs. Rose had noticed how hard my tits were. Would you believe she was staring right at them? Right at them! Her fingers pressed into the tan flesh of my thigh and I didn’t know what to do. My pussy started to pulse, that traitor, and I told myself the impulse was purely physical, just a response to a stimulus. I couldn’t possibly be sexually attracted to Mrs. Rose, with her crow’s feet and sundrenched skin.

Could I?

A car behind me honked, and I started through the intersection without looking. There was a car coming at me from the left, and I looked down at my feet, searching for the brake. Mrs. Rose grabbed the wheel, still digging her fingers into my thigh, and when she told me to floor it, I sailed through that intersection.

I kept driving, way faster than the speed limit. I wasn’t even looking. I didn’t care. I just wanted to get away from the car that had honked. I was so embarrassed.

But my body embarrassed me too, with its impulses, its throbbing arousal. No matter how fast I drove, I couldn’t get away from that, just like I couldn’t get away from Mrs. Rose’s hand on my thigh.

She told me to slow down and I said I wanted to stop. I started shouting, hyperventilating almost. I pleaded with her to tell me how, tell me where I could pull over.

Relenting, she guided me into a sandy strip that looked like a driveway but didn’t go anywhere. I stormed from the car because my body was full of energy. The grasses had grown high beyond our makeshift parking space, and I chopped at them with both hands.

When Mrs. Rose appeared behind me, I didn’t even notice until her hands were on my shoulders, holding me steady. She told me it was all right, no harm done. I’d driven very well for my first time. I didn’t believe that for a second, but her touch reignited the pulse I’d felt before.

Turning around, I hugged Mrs. Rose. The earthy aroma of her oversized linen shirt filled my head. She wore an apron in the garden, but not now. Just the shirt and capri-length khakis. When I pressed my body into hers, I could feel that she wasn’t wearing a bra either. Her breasts felt soft and comforting, and an urge came over me to suckle.

I shook that idea from my head. It seemed way too weird or incestuous or something. Not that Mrs. Rose was family, but I’d known her since I was a kid and she was probably almost my grandmother’s age. Just…weird.

Holding me tight, she whispered into my ear that she’d noticed how I’d grown. Grown how? I wondered about that, but I didn’t ask. Did she mean that we were the same height now? Or was she talking about my long tan legs, or my hips, or my breasts?

She was smelling my hair. My skin tingled.

It was obvious what would happen by the way she held me, running her fingers down my back. I didn’t know if I wanted it, but my body knew. My pussy throbbed so hot I was surprised it hadn’t burned a hole in my shorts. My nipples felt like they’d had ice cubes pressed against them—not cold, just very, very hard.

She asked me outright if I’d ever been with another woman. I was shocked by the question, or more by the fact that she’d posed it in such a forthright way. No. Never. My friend Hunter kissed me on the lips in Grade Seven, but that was nothing salacious. I’d never been with a boy, either. Only kisses. They called me a tease because they liked my body. They wanted it, lusted after it, but they couldn’t have it.

I don’t think she believed I was a virgin, but why waste time convincing her? Instead, I bent my head back a little so my hair fluttered against her fingers. She still had her straw hat on, and the blazing sunlight filtered through the holes in it like little slices of heaven. Her smile was bright and generous, but her eyes were dark with lust. It followed me like a wolf, always hungry, always wanting a bite, a lick, a drop of blood.

She wanted me, and I gave myself to her.

It wasn’t my mouth that she kissed. She went for my neck, attacking it, nipping and licking. My knees started to tremble. There was something overpowering about her. She was slim like me, but stronger. When she held my arms, I didn’t struggle. I looked up at the glints of sunlight slicing through her hat, and I surrendered.

I was so turned that my legs refused to hold me upright. Mrs. Rose grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it over my head as I fell to my knees. There I was, naked from the waist up, bathing in sunlight. I looked down at my bare breasts, and so did she. My nipples were so hard they’d nearly turned red.

There was a noise like a growl from the back of Mrs. Rose’s throat, and I could feel her attraction like an impending storm.

She set my top on the front of my grandmother’s car and yanked me up by the armpits. I unbuttoned my shorts, and unzipped them without waiting for her to give the instruction. Sure I was a virgin, but I knew desire—my own, and Mrs. Rose’s.
When I stepped out of my flip-flops and shorts, sunburnt grass stung my soles. I threw down my thong. Mrs. Rose seemed to appreciate the look. Or maybe it was my pussy she admired. I’d shaved it the day before, because we’d gone to the beach and I wanted to wear my itty bitty bikini. Maybe Mrs. Rose would have liked me in that bathing suit. I suddenly wished I could show her. I wanted to pose for her like a pin-up model. I wanted to dance for her, and strip. I wanted to please her.

She told me to hop up on the hood of the car, and I did. The sizzle blazed through my top, and I was glad I’d put my flip-flops back on before setting both feet on the fender. There I was, utterly naked, pussy shaven, and sunbathing on my grandmother’s car. I opened my legs, and Mrs. Rose dove between them.

My thighs first. She kissed all the way from my knees. It was such a devilish tease I wanted to smack her, but I also wanted her to tease me. I liked it. I liked that she didn’t give me everything I wanted right away.

Mrs. Rose let out a wonderful noise, a hum of enjoyment. She told me my pussy smelled divine. As she parted my shaved lips, I pressed my palms against the sizzling car. When she got a look at the pink of me, she licked her lips. Her hat slid down the back of her head, giving me a clear view of her face. In the summer sun, her skin glowed. She looked gorgeous, more beautiful than any woman in any magazine.

I loved the way she stared at my pussy, with worship and adoration. I’d never felt so wanted. When she inched forward between my legs, I held my breath. I knew this was going to feel amazing, oh yes. And when she licked my pussy, really slow, teasing my flesh, I trembled on the hood of that car.

The day was hot, but her tongue felt hotter. It blazed against my clit like liquid fire. She’d obviously done this before.

My nipples strained naked in the heat. I wanted to play with those rosy buds, but I knew the second I took my hands off the car I’d slide down and tumble to the burnt grass. So I watched Mrs. Rose through the valley of my perky breasts. I watched her eat my wet little pussy in rapture, like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted in her life.

Every so often she looked into my eyes. Sometimes she arched high enough that I could see down the front of her oversized blouse. I saw her breasts, and they were fuller and more luscious than I’d expected. Now I really wanted to suckle them, even if that was super-fucked up and crazy.
I pushed my pussy against her lips, rolling my hips to stroke off on her face. My straining bud grew fat and red as a cherry. She took it in her mouth and sucked, pulling on my tender flesh with her lips. I went wild, thrashing on the hood of the Toyota. It was too much and still not enough. I writhed so hard Mrs. Rose took hold of my thighs and held them steady as she sucked between my legs.

In the distance, I heard the approaching whoosh of a car, and I stiffened. What if they saw me naked with Mrs. Rose’s head between my legs? What would they think? Oh God!

I heard the vehicle whiz by, but I didn’t turn in time to see it. Hopefully they didn’t see us either. That’s what I told myself, and the relief freed me up enough to surrender. My orgasm had been sitting like a beast in my belly. It attacked me, raging through my bones, making me flop on the car like a fish out of water. I screamed and swore. Hopefully nobody heard me. I didn’t think there were any houses nearby, but you never know who’s out and about.

Mrs. Rose licked my clit until I couldn’t take any more. It felt amazing, but the pleasure was too extreme. It coursed through me like lava, and that was wonderful, but her mouth on my pussy made me loopy. She sucked, sucked, sucked until my clit felt huge and hard and tender. I screamed, and she backed away, watching my naked body come to grips with its first sexual experience.

When I’d drifted toward a blissful sundrenched sleep, Mrs. Rose read my mind and unbuttoned her blouse. I eased forward and sank into the splendour of her breasts, suckling one and then the other. Her breasts were warm and her nipples hard. I sucked them with my eyes closed, feeling heat all around me, smelling the earth on her clothes.

After she’d buttoned up and I’d dressed in my top and shorts, we sat in the hot car. We didn’t do or say anything, just sat together until the stifling heat became too much to bear. She started the engine and drove us back to my grandparents’ place. Good thing. I wasn’t in any condition to drive after that amazing orgasm.

As she waved goodbye to my grandparents, who were sitting on the veranda when we got home, Mrs. Rose offered to take me out again the next day.

I took her up on it, of course. I had a lot to learn.


If you love older woman/younger woman erotica as much as I do, you're certain to enjoy Older Women, Lesbian Desires. Also check out Taboo Lesbian Erotica, which is full of saucy action!

Thursday, August 3, 2017

"If you can't laugh at yourself...": Guest Post from Oleander Plume

Someone asked me if I get turned on reading my own stories, and the answer is no, not really. Not sure why that is, but I suspect it’s because I am too wrapped up in getting the details right, or criticizing every detail to get hot and bothered.

Oddly enough, I do laugh at my work. Often. Certain lines or scenes strike me as funny and crack me up every time I read them. I’ve collected a few of my favorites to share with you today:

Horatio stood next to Gunner and peered out. “They are aiming cannons at us, Snake. Fucking cannons!”

“Prepare for lift off.” Seven took over the controls, and the ship began to spin. “Eat our wake, fuckers!”

“Holy shit!” Horatio shrieked. Huge waves headed toward the oncoming ships. “We’re creating our own hurricane!” The ship spun even faster. Horatio grabbed Gunner and held him tight so that he wouldn’t get knocked over.

“If I had the ability to puke, I would be puking right now,” Snake wailed.


“Fuck, that’s nice,” Sugar said, bouncing on Gunner’s lap.

“Yeah, ride me, you suave little bastard!” Gunner said. “Hope they can get semen stains out of Armani, baby, ‘cause I’m going to make you come twice.”


Gunner waited until Saul was out of sight and mouthed, “He’s a freaking squirrel?” to Horatio and Snake.

“What’s a squirrel?” Snake whispered back.

“Never mind,” Gunner muttered.

Horatio stuck his thumb up in air. “The bow tie, though? Pretty cute.”


“According to this, we need a ship hierarchy. Let’s see, you’re captain.” Seven used air quotes around the word captain, which made Snake bristle. “Sugar is second in command, so who’s in the third spot?”

“You are, darling,” Snake said.

“I am? Is it because of my sick techno skills or my pretty, pretty balls?” Seven batted his lashes so hard he nearly toppled out of his chair.


Gunner was afraid the contraption would eat his brain, but he stuffed it on his head anyway. The thing was too big, hanging low enough to cover his eyes.

“Sexy, baby,” Horatio muttered. “Very sexy.”

Gunner pushed up the helmet and glared at him.

Princess Petal said, “Now, look at Horatio and concentrate only on Horatio.” While Gunner stared into his piercing blue eyes, Horatio’s voice echoed inside his head: Gunner is so fucking hot. I want to put my tongue up his sweet little ass right now. I wonder if he’d let me cover him in whipped cream, ‘cause licking it off would be fun.


Horatio jabbed Snake in the chest. “You tipped him a thousand bucks for being a surly little fleabag?”

“I tipped him so he’d forget we were ever here,” Snake said. “A good pirate is an invisible pirate. And just so you know, it costs extra to get people to forget you.”


You can read more screwball comedy, plus some adventure, and maybe more than a little hot man on man sex in Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe.
Horatio Slice is NOT dead.

Gunner Wilkes knows a secret. Heartthrob rock star Horatio Slice is not dead. Sure, Gunner may turn heads with his big brain, good looks, and gym-built body, but his mind is on one thing only: returning his all-time favorite rocker and secret fanboy crush to Earth.

Yes, there are VAMPIRE PIRATES

Fame and stardom were starting to wear thin for Horatio Slice, but when he was sucked through a magical portal while on stage at Madison Square Garden into a jail cell in a strange dimension called Merona, his confusion quickly cleared upon meeting his sexy, dark-haired cellmate, a vampire pirate named Snake Vinter, who filled Horatio in about life in the universe, jumping from dimension to dimension, and craftily avoiding the wrath of gnarly-mask-wearing leather queen King Meridian—a guy nobody wants to cross.

The metal ship is named Frances.

And on Snake’s metal ship live eight identical blond Humerians, who proudly display their cocks and assholes in carefully crafted trousers, as well as a wild assortment of untamable, cock-hungry travelers and stowaways. But someone has hacked into Frances’ mainframe, demanding that Snake and crew deliver Horatio Slice to King Meridian, or feel his wrath.

All the zany magical comedy of Mel Brooks, an adventure not dissimilar to Indiana Jones meets Barbarella, and men, men, horny men, of all shapes and sizes, Horatio Slice, Guitar Slayer of the Universe is wild, fun, pornographic fiction for anyone who loves the masculine, the feminine, and all identities in between. Even more so, it’s for cravers—for aficionados—of big, hard, pounding cock, and anyone who can handle laughs that won't stop coming.

Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe official buy links:

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Amazon print:



Sunday, July 2, 2017

Save BIG on #Erotica During July's Huge #Smashwords #Sale!

Hi everybody! Just a quick note to tell you there's a HUGE sale going on right now at Smashwords. Throughout the month of July, you're going to be able to get the ebooks of your dreams for cheap. I've discounted pretty much my entire catalogue by 50% and you can even get some titles for free! Just make sure to check out using the coupon codes on the Smashwords page to cash in on this deal!


Yes, it’s true: Brenda is still a virgin. At 26, she’s never even kissed a girl! She’s half in love with divorced Dee, who’s still hung up on her ex-husband, but Dee only sees Brenda as a free babysitter. It’s Silken, Brenda’s friend from the office, who wants everything that’s reserved for Dee. But when Silken makes her feelings known, will Brenda go with the flow or run a mile?


It’s never too late for new experiences! From group sex to spankings to sex at the office, we catch older women enjoying forbidden fantasies over the course of more than twenty sexy stories. Whether they’re getting amorous with long-term partners or younger lovers, the women in these stories delight in carnal encounters. Enter a world of enjoying aging bodies in Erotic Older Women!


What kind of wife dreams of watching her husband with another man? A wife like Hannah. For years, she and Nathaniel have fantasized about bringing a third into the bedroom. Someone… ANONYMOUS. But will one night with a hired hand satisfy their desires, or will Hannah become obsessed with discovering the true identity of Mr. Anonymous?


Seven sweet lesbian love stories sealed with a kiss! Opposites attract after two volunteers get off to a rocky start. Lauren falls hard for Zarina—so hard she smacks her head on the sidewalk. Hailey doesn’t know how to tell Sashi her biggest secret, but Yvonne and Deva live happily ever after... after saving a man’s life on their wedding day! Short romances by award-winning author Giselle Renarde.


Coming home means coming out...
This is a Christmas of firsts for girlfriends Maisie and Regan. Maisie hasn't returned to their hometown since beginning her transition from male to female. Regan hasn't spoken to her hard-drinking Cree father in twice that time. Will family drama, secrets, and new arrivals strengthen their bond or tear Regan and Maisie apart?
Winner of the 2012 Rainbow Awards BEST TRANSGENDER ROMANCE


Get ready for an unforgettable summer! With this collection of sizzling bisexual novels and novellas by award-winning queer Canadian author Giselle Renarde, you’re in for some seriously hot nights. Nothing beats a beach vacation with a side of seduction, so get ready for spicy tales of longing, lust, and fearless love. From fun-filled romps to dark desires, you’ll find it in Bisexual Beach Reads!