A stream of consciousness non-narrative flooded by erotic flashes, A MISTRESS' CHRISTMAS kicks off the season of high spirits in style. It's inspired in part by my love of theatre, in part by my experiences as mistress to a very academic and very married man, and in part by my quirky insecurities. This holiday darling explores some unique difficulties of the season.
If you’ve ever fallen in love with a married man, you know what feelings of defeat gift-giving elicits. You want to give him everything, but where would he put it? What can a mistress possibly give her lover at Christmas?Blurb:
As a career-Mistress, Giselle knows very well how hard it is to find a good Christmas gift for a married man. She can't buy him anything meaningful—where would he put it? Besides, she isn’t even sure how much Winston really cares about her. He doesn't seem terribly invested in their relationship. Just when Giselle convinces herself finding him a gift of consequence isn't worth worrying about, Winston surprises her with a Christmas present both magnificent and heart-felt.
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-319-7lyd Category: Fairy Tales and Love SongsLength: 6,573 wordsRating: Shooting StarFormats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html, lrf, epubCover Price: 2.00_________________________Without saying anything, without even appearing terribly interested, Winston sat down in his big, leather armchair. My lover was incredibly aloof at times, and perhaps I was drawn to that. It meant that every time he took a moment to focus his full attention on me, I felt as though I had accomplished a great feat. I always did appreciate a challenge.
I flicked the light switch, and the room became very dark. Mid-winter, Canadian nights begin even before the day is out. I made my way over to straddle him in his chair.
“Close the blinds,” he pre-empted.
Did it matter, with the lights already off, if the blinds were closed or not? But it was not for me to judge Winston’s desire for discretion. After all, I was not the married one. I closed the blinds and made my cautious return to him in pitch blackness. Leaning into Winston’s hard body, I kissed the aromatic softness of his left cheek, lingering close. His stoicism made me wild with desire. I kissed his right cheek, breathing heavily against his flesh, but he made no sound, no motion.
When I leaned in to kiss his lips, Winston caught my head in his hands. In a cavernous whisper, he told me, “You’ve left my office too many times with your lips raw and red. People will catch on.” It could easily have shattered my heart when he said, “I’m not going to kiss you today,” but it didn’t. It was incredibly arousing, knowing that in a moment Winston would flip me around and press my front against volumes and papers on his solid desk. With none of the caring preliminaries, he would toss my skirt up over my ass and fuck my pussy in absolute darkness._________________________________________________________________________
Let me tell you a Christmas story.
A MISTRESS' CHRISTMAS by Giselle Renarde is now available from lyd Alterotica!
Bright Blessings at the start of this holiday season,
Giselle Renarde
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