Saturday, May 27, 2017

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! 

Get the ebook from Amazon (it is SUCH a steal, great value!): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072JCRTS4?tag=dondes-20
Also available from BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/younger-women-older-men-lexi-wood/1126451550?ean=2940157543204
Or get it direct from the publisher: http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=42&products_id=1240

Get the paperback: https://www.amazon.com/Younger-Women-Older-Men-Scandalous/dp/1546844597?tag=dondes-20

https://www.amazon.com/Younger-Women-Older-Men-Scandalous/dp/1546844597?tag=dondes-20

Friday, May 5, 2017

There's nothing to be afraid of. It's only BUTT STUFF! #Anal #Erotica

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06ZXZR2G8?tag=dondes-20
Butt sex doesn’t have to be scary. It can be fun, romantic, public, private — anything you want it to be! Anal eroticism can involve vibrations, toys, groups, body parts, plugs, even complicated leverage systems (you’ll see). The characters in these ten erotic stories span generations, sexual orientations and gender identities, but they’ve all got one thing in common: they’re ready to take the plunge into the wild world of Butt Stuff!

Are you ready to join them?
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Friday, April 28, 2017

#Taboo Hotel #Sex Stories: #Erotica Behind Closed Doors!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072HJ9L4K?tag=dondes-20
What’s the sexy secret behind hotel hook-ups?

At a hotel, anything’s possible. We can do things we would never dream of at home. We can even surrender to forbidden temptations…

In this erotic anthology, travel to six sinful hotel rooms and witness acts of sheer erotic depravity. Once these pairs find themselves in the same hotel room, there’s no stopping the illicit acts that will ensue.

Leave your inhibitions at the door. It’s time to enter the Taboo Hotel!

Warning: This collection of taboo erotica contains sexual interactions between distant cousins, step relations, daddies and daughters, a MILF and her son’s best friend, plus one lusciously fertile babysitter and the man she serves. Reader discretion is advised.


Brought to you courtesy of the dirty minds of:
LEXI WOOD
&
GISELLE RENARDE


READ AN EXCERPT from one of Lexi's smutty barely-legal stepdaddy stories:

“I want you to do things normal teenagers do,” Walt went on.

“But I’m not a normal teenager and I don’t want to be one!”

That’s when Walt did something he’d never done to her before: he placed his hand on the curve of her bum and stroked it gently.

Did he think she was family pet? Why was he doing that?

Her impulse was to tell him to stop… except every time he ran his warm hand over her bum like that, the pulsing sensation built in that forbidden place.

She knew it was wrong, but it felt so good.

What would her mother say?!?

“Isn’t there anything you like that normal teenagers like?” Walt asked.

“No,” she spat. “Normal teenagers are idiots. They drink and do drugs and kill all their brain cells, and they don’t even care!”

“There must be something,” Walt asked quietly, encouragingly. He hadn’t stopped stroking her bum. “Can’t you think of even one thing normal teens have that you… want?”

Don't Delay--Buy Today!
From Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072HJ9L4K?tag=dondes-20
From BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/taboo-hotel-sex-stories-lexi-wood/1126290098?ean=2940157394493

Coming Soon to MANY more ebookstores (and in print!)

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

I'm begging of you, please don't take my man!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XXYKVDF?tag=dondes-20
Over the past 10+ years working as a writer, I have written HUNDREDS of short stories. Do I remember writing them all? Nope. Sometimes I come across a file full of fiction and I'm just like wow, hey, where did this come from? Wrote it and immediately forgot it existed.

Not the case with Jolene, the paranormal erotic romance I'm here to tell you about today.

Even though I wrote this story a number of years ago, I can tell you exactly where I was sitting when I wrote it. That's because I was pressed right up against an anthology deadline... and I hadn't even STARTED writing this story yet. The call for submissions wasn't asking for, you know, a 2,000-4,000 word short. They were looking for 8-10k.

I must have been working a full-time 9-5 gig in those days, because I remember I wrote this story on a Sunday. It was due Monday. And, I guess because of work and whatever, I hadn't visited my mother in a while.

So this particular Sunday, when I had an entire 8-10k story to write, I carried my gigantic old Dell laptop out to the suburbs to visit my mom. I spent the entire "visit" writing. I think I started indoors, but it was a lovely sunny day outside, so I did a lot of my writing at the patio table out back.  Then, when it started getting dark and chilly, I brought the old Dell into the dining room and powered through until I'd written Jolene in its entirety.

Before that day, I had never written more than 8,000 words in one day. Since then?  I still haven't.  That's the most I've ever written in a day, and I'm sure that's why I remember it so clearly.

Did I get the story polished and submitted in time?  Why, yes I did.  Was it included in the anthology? Why, yes it was! 

And now, all these years later, you can buy Jolene as an ebook.  It's an MFM menage dealy with some incubuses... no, that's wrong... incubi? I don't know. What's the plural of incubus? 

Anyway, thanks to the fine people at eXcessica Publishing, you can grab yourself (?) a copy today!

Jolene: A Paranormal Menage Romance Story by Giselle Renarde

Jolene isn't too troubled--except by the fact that none of her friends believe she's dating Wesley, the popular entertainment blogger. Everyone assumes he’s gay, and he seems to prove them right when he shows up at her birthday bash with his "boyfriend" Seth. Who is this Seth guy and why is Wesley acting so strangely? When Jolene’s best friend falls ill after dreaming of the pair, it's her grandmother who has all the answers: they're dealing with an incubus, and someone needs to hunt him down. Jolene will make any sacrifice to save Wesley, but can she possibly defeat Seth?

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XXYKVDF?tag=dondes-20
Available from a whole bunch of ebook stores such as:
Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XXYKVDF?tag=dondes-20
Kobo https://www.kobo.com/ebook/jolene-5
BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/jolene-giselle-renarde/1126070863?ean=2940157420666

eXcessica: http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=19&products_id=1211&zenid=2e8f76be731409979632769cdef9503e

Friday, March 24, 2017

Master, Meet Your Maid. Maid, Serve Your Master!

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06XSWRHJ9?tag=dondes-20

I wrote the story "Serving the Master" for my mini-anthology Mind Your Manors, but it's never been available as its own little ebook... until now!

Carlisle Islington III is Lord of the Manor, master of all he surveys. But there’s one thing he can’t control, and all the wealth and influence in the world can’t give him power over it. Enter the maid, Matilda. In her neat white cap, eyes wide as the moon, she gazes at him with sheer adoration. Could such a young woman possibly lust after a man Carlisle’s age? The idea seems improbable, and yet the look in this girl’s eyes can tell no lies. Matilda has come to stoke his fire.

The manor house awaits. Are you ready to cross the threshold?


You can read Serving the Master in Mind Your Manors (the book I put together because I was sad that Downton Abbey was going off the air), or you can get it all on its own at the following retailers:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06XSWRHJ9?tag=dondes-20
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06XSWRHJ9
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B06XSWRHJ9
CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XSWRHJ9
AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B06XSWRHJ9

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=4TV1DgAAQBAJ
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/713345?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Excitica: https://www.excitica.com/index.php/serving-the-master.html

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Is my #erotica too #taboo for you?

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/707945?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
These aren't steps. This isn't role play. It's actual incest erotica: fathers and daughter, brothers and sisters, cousins and twins.

Some readers have told me they can't do it, can't follow me there. I totally understand. Before I started writing taboo erotica, it squicked me really badly. I would see all those daddy/daughter stories at Smashwords and it literally turned my stomach. I'd click away from the page as fast as I could because the very idea made me physically ill.

Then Adam and Sheree came to me like a fever dream. They took over my life. They took control of my fingers. They typed their own trilogy: Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation, Family Business, and Family Christmas. (Also available from Amazon as the slightly tamer pseudo-incest trilogy: Adam and Sheree's Stepbrother Series)

I guess you could say Adam and Sheree opened the taboo floodgates.

What's the appeal of truly taboo erotica, beyond the titillation of that which is forbidden?

Well, for an author who's in it for the hustle, I'll tell you straight-up: incest erotica sells really well. It sells way better than nuanced literary erotica, that's for sure!

So, in the interest of making money, I've just released a new collection called Family Affairs Incest Erotica. It's comprised of all THREE of my Smut Smackdown stories. (Remember when Lexi challenged me to a contest to see which of us could out-incest the other? Those stories.)

Praise be to the Almighty Dollar!

I say that, but you know me well enough to realize I wouldn't write fiction that made me hate myself. So I guess it's not all about the money.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/707945?ref=GiselleRenardeEroticaThe truth is that I like these stories. I especially enjoyed writing the story Two Complete Strangers, which is about a father and daughter meeting for the first time as adults. And fucking at the top of a cliff. I got the idea for that one when I heard about a new opera being mounted (heh) based on the love affair Anais Nin had with her father.

Family Affairs Incest Erotica also includes the stories Spying on the Twins (about twins who fuck each other and then their cousin. on a beach.) and The Family Bed (about a girl who sleeps naked with her father and brother. sorry--this one's indoors).

You can get Family Affairs at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/707945?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica

Also available from eXcitica: https://www.excitica.com/index.php/family-affairs-incest-erotica.html

Oh, and in case I haven't made it clear, I'll mention that all the characters in these stories are consenting adults. Well, except the dad and brother in The Family Bed. They are adults, but they're not exactly consenting. Because they're asleep.

Happy Reading!

Giselle

Sunday, March 5, 2017

FREE & 50% OFF #ebooks in celebration of Read An Ebook Week March 5-11

Every time Read An Ebook Week rolls around, Smashwords allows author/publishers to opt in to this huge sale they hold. The sale is on NOW and I've opted in almost my entire catalogue. Readers always seem to scoop up a bunch of books--especially free ones--and I encourage you to do so. Stock up! I'm givin' it away!

I just sent out a newsletter about this (subscribe, why dontcha?) so instead of repeating myself, let's see if I can cut and paste them pretty pitchures...

(Still trying to cut and paste...)

(Still trying to cut and paste...)

Okay, I fail.

I thought this would be a beautiful post, but I guess not so much.  If you want to see the beautiful newsletter in all its newslettery glory (and a selection of FREE and 50% OFF deals this week at Smashwords), you'll have to click this link: http://eepurl.com/cEWfq1 

http://eepurl.com/cEWfq1


Sorry to make you click! I'll try to fail better next time. heh