Sunday, March 27, 2022

Hotwife Prudence and the Neighborhood Gangbang


Hotwife Prudence and the Neighborhood Gangbang
by Giselle Renarde
Word Count: 9,200


There are some things John will never have. His wife Prudence is a golden-haired beauty, but she’s also downright prudish. And then one night John awakes to an empty bed. Where does he find Prudence? By the fire pit in the woods, surrounded by a group of local men who are geared up and ready to go. Maybe Prudence isn’t such a prude after all! 

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Universal Book Link: https://books2read.com/u/mZZzLE

Enjoy an Excerpt:


The journey toward the fire pit, though it surely took less than five minutes on foot, felt eternal. More than that, John felt like he was beginning a descent into hell as he traversed the forest path. Those tree roots stuck out like bony trickster legs trying to trip him up. But he wouldn’t let it happen. He had a visual lock on those orange flames and he moved forward, slowly but surely, knowing he’d find his wife there.

How did he know? That, he didn’t know.

There was a bit of a clearing around the fire, but John stopped far enough back that he wouldn’t be seen by the looming shapes… figures… people… men. Christ, there were a lot of men sauntering, strutting, silently crowing. They were obviously gearing up for what they were about to do to the one woman among them.

Prudence.

There she was, his pretty wife Pru, laid out on the highest log, a bench of sorts, which was draped in a sheet of black velvet. Her naked skin was so white against the darkness it glowed almost blue, except where firelight painted her flesh orange. Where was her nightie? Where were her shoes? Her bare little feet fell over the sides of the log, and her pretty toes barely scraped the leafy soil at her sides. And her hands? Her hands were over her head, tied to some sort of O-ring at the top of the log. She was tied there, unable to flee the fate that awaited her.


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Saturday, March 26, 2022

Younger Women Older Men Scandalous Erotica

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072JCRTS4?tag=dondes-20
The rumours are true: I've collaborated once more with Lexi Wood to produce a collection of classy-ass adultery stories (mine) and smutty smutty smut stories (Lexi's) involving younger women and older men.

What does she see in him? 


A girl might go after an older man because he’s got money or power or brains, but sometimes it’s simpler than that. Sometimes she’s just plain hot for his body! Older men know how to treat a girl right. They know exactly what to whisper, where to touch, and when to put a girl over his knee. 

In this collection of six salacious stories, savour the flavour of younger women as they take pleasure in the minds and bodies of older men. Even when it’s forbidden, they can’t resist rubbing up against an experienced older man!

In case you're not familiar with the work of Lexi Wood, I'm going to share with you an excerpt from her story Blueberry Brat, which appears in Younger Women, Older Men. Enjoy!


An excerpt from Blueberry Brat by Lexi Wood


The sign said OPEN, but the stand seemed closed. Then Karl spotted what he was looking for sunbathing on a lounger that must have been from the seventies. They didn’t make ‘em like that anymore.

But it wasn’t the chair he was interested in. It was the brat in the blue bikini, wearing sunglasses and chewing a licorice lace. He couldn’t believe the gall of this girl, lying out next to the road for every passerby to gawk at. Had she no shame?

No, of course she didn’t. That’s what brought him back to her.

Karl stood at the foot of the lounger, blocking her sun. She raised her glasses lazily, but she didn’t say a word. Just stared at him with those emerald eyes.

“Did your boyfriend buy that for you?” he asked, indicated the licorice lace.

She set her glasses back down and said, “Colin’s history. I bought this myself.”

“You sure get around.”

“I sure do.”

Karl watched the girl’s white stomach rise and fall with every breath. He wondered how she stayed so white when she worked in the sun, or at least lounged in the sun. He wondered why she wasn’t asking him what he wanted. Maybe it was obvious.

He hadn’t come back for the blueberries.

“Aren’t you afraid?” he asked. “Lying out here all alone, nearly naked?”

“Afraid of what?”

“Afraid of… anything, really.” Afraid of men, he meant, but he didn’t want her thinking she should be afraid of him in particular. She’d already called him a pervert once.

Once was enough.

He spent so long watching her breathe that his every inhale matched hers. She stopped chewing the lace and just sucked it. Her dark glasses reflected the brutal sun, so he couldn’t be sure whether she was looking at him or she had her eyes closed.

“You want more pie?” she asked.

He didn’t know how to answer that question.

Sighing, she slipped both feet over the side of her retro lounge chair and into a pink pair of flip-flops. She walked toward the whitewashed hut, swinging her narrow hips as she went. Flipping the latch on the door at the back, she turned to Karl and asked, “Your wife run off with another guy?”

“No.”

“Is she climbing Mount Kilimanjaro?”

“Hardly.”

“Is she dead?”

That question stopped Karl in his tracks, or would have done if he’d been walking.

“She’s dead?”

The way the girl said that word, so casual and yet so final, made him wonder who’d failed to teach her proper manners. “Yes, my wife has passed.”

“So your kids are orphans?”

“They’re not orphans. They have me.”

“So half-orphans.” She opened the plywood door. With the end of a licorice lace hanging out of her mouth, she said, “I’m a full orphan. Both my parents are dead.”

Karl felt strangely numbed by this admission, but he said, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
With a shrug, she said, “It’s better this way. Now it’s just me and my grandma—and my grandma doesn’t drink.”

Karl’s stomach knotted.

She stepped inside the blueberry hut.

When he didn’t follow, she stuck her head out and asked, “What are you waiting for?”

He was waiting to wake up from this strange dream.

They’d covered quite a lot of heavy territory, which weighed Karl down immensely. This girl seemed to hop over tragedy like a jump rope.

As he approached the white hut, he asked, “How can you be so cavalier about losing your parents?”

“It was a long time ago,” she said from inside.

“Even so…”

“If you had the kind of parents I had, you wouldn’t have to ask.”

When Karl arrived at the open door, his mind drew a blank. He forgot their entire conversation. All that remained was the image before him, of a naked eighteen-year-old surrounded by baked goods.

“Come in,” she said. “Close the door behind you.”

He did as he was told, though he knew no good would come of it. He crossed the threshold and stepped inside, all the while staring at the girl’s small white breasts with their soft pink peaks.

Her pussy was shaved bare, which he would have guessed after seeing her in a bikini, but she stood there like it was nothing. Like she hung out naked in the blueberry hut all the time and why was he making such a big deal about it?

She hadn’t taken off her flip-flops, and she hadn’t taken off her necklaces. The beads and feathers and strips of leather danced against her chest as she made space on one of the low shelves. Karl’s heart clenched as she jumped up on it, because he was sure it would collapse beneath her, but either the shelf was stupendously well-constructed or the girl weighed next to nothing, because she sat easily upon it, not a trace of worry on her face.

“You haven’t fucked anyone since she died.” The girl leaned against the wall, which was painted the same glossy white as the rest of the hut. Then she added, “Your wife,” as if he wouldn’t know who she was talking about.

“That’s right,” he said. “I haven’t. Haven’t even thought about it, to be honest.”

She opened her legs. “Until now.”

He nodded. “Until now.”

Her pussy lips were the most perfect shade of pink. Though the closed hut had no windows, enough light came in through gaps in the loose slats to make her juices glitter like diamonds. He’d never seen anything so alluring.

“Lick it,” she said, kicking off her flip-flops.

When he didn’t move, she walked her bare feet up his chest and pressed down on his shoulders with her heels. He let her move him down to the ground, which was the same glossy white as everything else. Felt nice and cool against his knees.

She slid her feet down his back and said, “I hope you’re good at this. There’s nothing worse than a grown man who can’t eat a pussy.”

Karl wondered if she was speaking from experience, and how much experience, but put the question out of his mind. He inhaled deeply between her legs. All he could smell was blueberries and pastry. Probably because there was an open pie sitting beside the girl and she was idly picking away at the top crust, eating it while she waited for him to begin.

“How do you stay so slim when you eat sweets all day long?”

She flatly said, “I’m eighteen. That’s how.”

At least she knew it wouldn’t last. Most girls her age didn’t realize there was a best by date on their effortless figures.

Karl extended his tongue and lovingly fed on the sweetness of this stranger’s pussy. An eighteen-year-old pussy was like nothing else in this world—not that Karl had any recent experience with young women. He was around them all the time. Taught them. Evaluated them. But he didn’t see them as potential sex partners. He was too shaken up after his loss to see anything. And, prior to that, he’d been so happily married he forgot other women existed.

Sounds impossible, but that’s how much he loved his wife. While she was alive, there was only her. His whole world was her.

And now his face was buried between the legs of an eighteen-year-old blueberry vendor. He really ought to have some feeling about that, but he didn’t. All he felt was arousal.

Wicked arousal.

Wild arousal.

He still had all his clothes on, but he was already so hard it hurt.

“What, are you hourly?” asked the brat.

“Hmm?”

“Lick my fucking cunt,” she said, over-enunciating every syllable. “I’m trying to get off, here. This isn’t charity work.”

“Sorry,” he said, and licked her clit with focused intensity.

“Better,” she said in a tone that sounded undecided. “But still not great. Try sucking it.”

Karl wrapped his lips around her perfect pink clit and sucked, but the slippery thing kept escaping from his mouth.

“Were you ever any good at this?”

He pressed his face between her legs so his cheeks touched her inner thighs. Wrapping his mouth around her bare pussy lips, he slobbered and sucked. She wiggled around on the counter, like she was looking for a better position, which meant he wasn’t pleasing her.
Picking at her pie, she said, “Oh, this is going nowhere.”

Every jeer was a challenge. He worked harder, slurping her pussy lips, sucking her clit with ever more force. He’d wanted to start slow and build up steam, but this girl was obviously looking for a cold, hard fuck.

Or, more precisely, a hot, hard mouth-fuck.

He stuck his tongue in her pussy and reamed her in and out.

“That’s just pathetic,” she said. “Get up. Get off me.”

He didn’t, and she kicked him with both feet to drive the point home.

As he gazed up at her from the floor, she slid down from the counter. She moved the pie she’d been picking at to the spot on the counter that was wet with saliva and pussy juice. Then she jumped up and sat in it.

Karl watched in awe as this sulky teen with the perfect pink pussy wiggled her butt in a blueberry pie. He didn’t know what to do or what to say or what this was all about. “Would you like me to leave?” he asked.

She gave him a stunned look, then hopped down from the counter. “If you left, who would lick all this blueberry pie from my ass?”

When she peeled the pan away, the bottom crust went with it. All that remained on her perfect porcelain skin was a slick helping of pie filling.

She leaned against the counter with her butt facing him and said, “You might want to take off your clothes. This could get messy.”

https://www.amazon.com/Younger-Women-Older-Men-Scandalous/dp/1546844597?tag=dondes-20
You can read the rest of this story in ebook form but I highly recommend buying my latest release Younger Women, Older Men Scandalous Erotica, in which Blueberry Brat appears. 


Purchase Younger Women, Older Men in print from Amazon! 

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Friday, March 25, 2022

Only Angels: An Erotic Novella

When unhappily-married Helena accompanies her best friend to a top-secret cougar club, she figures it’s just one more underground hook-up joint for rich older women and the hot young guys they crave. No surprise to find the place populated with golden chests and gorgeous faces. No surprise to meet a sympathetic young man named Sandy. The surprise comes when Sandy exposes his huge pair… of stunning white wings! The posh club is called Only Angels. Here begins the adventure of Helena and her angel on earth.

ONLY ANGELS was previously published by Excessica. Now it's back with a new cover! 

Sunday, March 13, 2022

In Fertile Ground #Virgin #Breeding #Erotica

http://www.amazon.com/In-Fertile-Ground-Dark-Erotica-ebook/dp/B01DFGYTUM?tag=dondes-20
"In Fertile Ground" is a dark tale I wrote for my anthology Fertile Girls. If you haven't read it yet, prepare yourself! This is seriously erotic stuff:

When did I find out my first time would be given to Our Leader? I’ve always known. It’s the same for every girl here. After we come of age, we submit to the one man who is more than man, more than human. He is our high priest, godly in stature. His seed must be spread among every young woman at the commune. Each of us will bear a babe for him, each wife in turn.

Today my time has come. Our wedding night awaits…


Read In Fertile Ground Today

Saturday, March 12, 2022

Flash in the Pen: 24 Extremely Short Erotic Stories

Got a minute? Read a quickie!

Flash in the Pen features two dozen tantalizing tales—one for every hour of the day, if you can wait that long to read them. Once you start, you might never want to stop! This book is erotic tapas. You get a delicious taste of everything from tantric energy exchanges to sudden stranger sex, from BDSM to butt plugs.
  • Girls acting like kitties and pretending to be puppies.
  • Fisting. First times. Fantasies.
  • Sexy surprises.

There’s a little something for everyone in this collection, so get ready for a frenzy of flashers!

Here's an excerpt from Flash in the Pen. This one's from a story called Two Girls Kissing. I wrote it as I watched two girls kissing in the park across the street:

I'm sitting by the window, gazing out at the park across the street, and what priceless display of wanton lust catches my eye?

Two girls kissing.

Two girls kissing... oh my GOD, it's two girls kissing. Am I seeing this right? Is it wishful thinking?

Nope, it's real. They're young and pretty, wearing short shorts and tight tops because even at eight in the evening it's still hot outside. Their long limbs are all tangled together. They're wrapped up in each other's smooth bodies. One is petting the other's bare thighs... and they're kissing.

They're kissing the way I used to kiss when I was young and in lust. They're kissing in a public park, right there for everyone to see. I used to do that, too, when I was young... and in lust... and in love.

There's something in the way they lunge at each other, devouring mouths, tongues, smashing their full lips and their tiny breasts together and running their hands through each other's hair that reminds me of my youth.

There are no subtle pecks, no flighty "because I have to" shows of pseudo-affection. These are unanticipated guerilla kisses. I can tell. It's like neither of these girls expects the kiss to happen until they're neck-deep in it.

Flash in the Pen is a steal. Grab your copy from:

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Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=LPtiEAAAQBAJ

And here's the universal book link for additional retailers: http://books2read.com/Flash

Friday, March 11, 2022

Mercy: Sex with an Ex... for Money #BDSM #Erotica

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07D5DYRZJ?tag=dondes-20
Want to know who Mercy is for?

She's for readers who revel in the darker side of desire. She's for readers who want sex tinged with spite. Sex at the intersection of love and hate. Sex that's antagonistic, destructive. Rough. Sex with no redeeming factors. Sex where money changes hands between people who know each other well, people who used to say "I love you."

This one's for those of us who have gone back for more even when we knew it was a bad idea, those of us who've been left feeling empty and still wanted seconds. Those of us who were curious. It didn't work then, but might it work now?

She's engaged. He's married. It's never going to work.

But they just keep trying. Right before your eyes.

It's dirty. It's dark. You'll love it.


Read "Mercy: Sex with an Ex for Money"

in print from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Mercy-Sex-Money-Giselle-Renarde/dp/1719153671?tag=dondes-20

as an ebook from Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1135673?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09TTYK3VP?tag=dondes-20
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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/mercy-sex-with-an-ex-for-money-1

Universal Book Link for even more retailers: http://books2read.com/MercySex

MERCY is also available as an audiobook.


Sunday, March 6, 2022

Sapphic Confessions: 24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories

Is your life lacking lesbians?  No?  Well, lucky you. Sheesh...

What I'm trying to say is that I've just re-published my book of lesbian letter-style erotica!  Sapphic Confessions: 24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories is just what it says on the box--two dozen tantalizing tales, available as a paperback, audiobook, hardcover and as an ebook!

I kissed a girl… and I didn’t stop there!

Twenty-four eye-opening lesbian tales so titillating you won’t be able to resist reading the next confession. Butches, femmes, chapstick lesbians, bisexual beauties, experienced older women and curious first-timers admit to their naughty deeds in this smoking-hot short story collection.

Bad girls get caught being naughty in church.
A bi femme gets spanked by a butch stranger in her pool’s sauna room.
An established couple hires a gorgeous girl for a first-time threesome.
A fiery motorcycle dyke makes a scene outside a lesbian nightclub.
An incorrigible house painter converts rich MILFs in their own homes.
Driving lessons get dirty on a dusty country road.

All this and so much more in Sapphic Confessions: 24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories!

From the story “Could Have Been Any Girl”:

“You gotta fuck me,” I growled, crawling from her arms.

Until she glanced at the group of dykes watching us kiss, I’d nearly forgotten we were on a city street.

“What, right here?” she asked. Her voice was squeaky and high, and she cleared her throat before saying, “We got an audience, babygirl.”

I didn’t care. I turned around, leaned against the brick wall, and spread my legs. “Fuck me. Hard.”

The dykes were all watching when my reluctant stranger shoved her hand between my thighs and shifted my thong out of the way. When the stiff night air kissed my cunt, I gasped. It felt so new to be exposed like this, out on the street before a group of gawking lesbians.

The stranger took her turn with me, and the moment those thick fingers slid inside my pussy I was a helpless.

“Yeah, fuck me,” I moaned, bucking back at her hand, making her fingers move hot and fast. “Harder!”

Get Sapphic Confessions now at...
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Hardcover: https://www.amazon.com/Sapphic-Confessions-Kinky-Lesbian-Stories/dp/B097STDNKM

Audiobook also available! Look for it wherever you get your audiobooks!

Friday, March 4, 2022

ANAL ANGEL #Lesbian #Erotica has what you're looking for!

If you're like a lot of people, you found Donuts and Desires while doing a web search for lesbian ass-licking. It's always my most popular search term.

If you're here for butt-kissing lesbians, I've got great news for you: Anal Angel is my best lesbian anilingus story yet! Okay, I've only written three, but still...


Anal Angel: Lesbian Erotica by Giselle Renarde


Clarice has problems only Anal Angel can resolve. When she orders the tincture online, all she knows is that it’s gotten great reviews. She has no idea the product comes with an actual angel whose tongue can cure her most troubling ache.

Buy your copy today!

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1135031?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica

Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1612751568

Look for my fun little sex story at your favourite ebook retailer! Note that you'll find this story titled "Licked by an Angel" at some online stores.

Thursday, March 3, 2022

The Price of a Good Cup of Coffee #Lesbian #Erotica #Romance #Audiobook


My cute little story The Price of a Good Cup of Coffee is now available as an audiobook. Enjoy!

How many girls fall in love with a pair of legs?

After a fleeting glimpse of Chaucer Girl’s woolly black tights, it takes linguistics major Evelina almost a year to track down their owner. How can she be sure Chaucer Girl is the same stunning young woman who works at the campus coffee shop? Maybe she’ll never know for sure, but when the doe-eyed barista offers her unspeakable delights across the coffee counter, how can she possibly say no?


A Short Lesbian Romance

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