Thursday, March 28, 2013

Come As You Are says "Use It or Lose It"

There's this place in Toronto called Come As You Are.  It's a worker-owned, co-operatively-run sex shop--the only one in the world according to their website,

But I found out something else from their website today: they're in danger of closing.  Small businesses everywhere are hurting, and CAYA co-op is facing troubled times.  They're counting on Toronto--on those of us who believe in their anti-capitalist, co-operative, community approach to business--to help.  And I think we can do it.  I think we WANT small independent shops to survive and thrive.

To get us all excited, they're holding a "Use It or Lose It" event.  Well, sale, but it sounds like an eventful sale.  You can read more about it on their blog:

CAYA's Core Values:

Come As You Are is special.  It really is.  It's not just a bricks-and-mortar (and online) store.  It also hosts all kinds of workshops around sex, sexuality and gender, with an open and inclusive approach.  I ran into them doing outreach at an organization where I do volunteer work.  These people really care about the city. 

Let's show them we care just as much:


Wednesday, March 27, 2013

My Fellow Apartment Dwellers (also: Stompin' Tom, kd lang, and food banks)

I know a lot of you read Donuts & Desires from across the world, but I also know that a lot of my readers are fellow Ontari-ari-o-ans. (Ontarians. People who live in Ontario. Hmm... I just realized what a weird name our province has. Ontario. Sounds like yodelling.)

Anyway, what I actually want to talk about is food banks.  Yes, again.  I know I talk about food banks a lot, but I grew up without enough to eat.  Ensuring all people (children, seniors and adults) have something in their bellies is a priority.

Today I noticed a poster in the lobby of my apartment building.  The Spring Hope Food Drive is back April 23, 2013.  I'm giving you lots of notice, here.

The Spring Hope Food Drive is an Ontario-wide effort to collect non-perishable food donations in rental buildings like mine.  Volunteers come door to door to pick up everything you'd like to give.  What service!

If you're a renter in Ontario, maybe your building is participating in this effort.  Look for signs or ask your landlord or property manager.  If they haven't signed up to join this collective effort, ask them to get involved. Here's the website:

When Stompin' Tom Connors died, his family asked people to donate to food banks and homeless shelters in lieu of flowers.  If it's been on your mind to do one of those things (or both!), here's an opportunity.

While we're on the topic, I found this clip of Stompin' Tom with kd lang in 1990.  It sure put a smile on my face:

For ideas about what to buy when you're shopping for food banks, consult my Christmas post on the topic: 

These days, I try extra hard to donate healthy foods.  Just because cheap crap is abundant doesn't mean we should be eating it, right?  And just because people are poor doesn't mean they (we) necessarily want to eat cheap crap when other options are available.  Baby food, apple sauce, 100% juice, oatmeal, flour, rice, pasta--all safe bets.  Go for stuff that's not too full of salt, sugar, and chemicals.  I know that's not easy, since salt is used as a preservative in canned goods, but... we can try.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Too Many Chefs in the Kitchen?

Never!  There can never be too many chefs, I tell you!

As you might have heard, I've got a new ebook on the market.  Seducing the Sexy Celebrity Chef is an explicit erotic romance that I wrote because... Gordon Ramsay.  (Need I say more?)

I was organizing marketing materials for this new release when another "chef" came to mind: Gareth Blackstock--Lenny Henry's character from the 90's britcom Chef!  So, of course, I perused YouTube until I found the perfect episode to share: Fame is the Spur.  It's the episode in which Chef Blackstock loses his cool on TV.

As luck would have it, I couldn't embed that episode here on the blog.  Figures. (It's here if you want to watch it)

But while I searched for an episode that was embeddable, I came across this clip featuring Lenny Henry and Gordon Ramsay cooking together.  What are the chances?  So I'll share that instead:

If you like celebrity chefs as much as I like them, you might want to check out Fucking Seducing the Sexy Celebrity Chef, new from eXcessica Publishing.

Holly wants more than just an autograph from TV’s sexy Chef Burley. Every time she watches the celebrity sweating over a hot stove, she imagines him sweating on top of her. Holly’s not usually the kind of woman who would throw herself at a man, but she’s willing to make an exception for Chef Burley.

Every woman at the book signing wants a piece of the sexy celebrity chef. How will Holly stand out from the crowd?

Published by eXcessica:

Available from Barnes&Noble:

***On sale for $0.99 this week only!*** at All Romance:



Amazon UK:


Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Beast With Two Books

Sommer Marsden's Beast, at the start of the alphabet
My Beast, at the end
Not long ago, Sommer Marsden and I discovered that two of our books share a common title.  Well, sort of.  Her new gay Divination Falls book is called Beast in Me, while my werewolf menage historical is called THE Beast in Me.  We were both inspired by song lyrics.  And, actually, Sommer's title is probably better, marketing-wise, because it'll show up near the beginning of alphebetized lists, whereas mine will show up closer to the end.

I must also point out that Amazon's ASIN for Sommer's book is B00BYFA1LS. I imagine that's because it fails to provide boobies.  Or that code could be totally random.

But no matter.  Here's a bite from Sommer's new book:

Beast in Me - Book 2 of the Divination Falls Trilogy

By Sommer Marsden


Weather worker Cameron Bale rolls into Divination Falls after being prompted by Spirit and Brother Lighting. He discovers that the small, hidden town full of shifters and magical types is suffering a series of unsettling events. There’s speculation from the town seers that he could be the answer they’ve been looking for. Cameron’s willing to try and help: he’s got nowhere to go and nothing to lose. His life is simply about loneliness and it turns out that Trace, a grumpy wolf with stunning eyes, knows just what that feels like. Cam finds himself wishing maybe they could be alone … together. Oh yeah, and battle whatever evil it is that still lurks in Divination Falls.

Available from:



A dragonfly zipped past and Cam watched it go. What next? Bluebirds and butterflies and singing cartoon woodland animals? It was all too nice, too perfect … Surreal.

‘You OK?’ The voice was deep and dark and full of secrets. That was his first impression.

Cameron jumped, clutched at his pounding chest. Inside his heart was going berserk and he felt a little lightheaded with it.

‘I was. Jesus Christ, you scared me.’

Trace grinned with half his mouth. Somehow that little smirk made Cameron think of the big bad wolf. Made him flash back to that body sprawled, lean and powerful, over a small, lumpy bed. Made him remember one of those huge hands on a powerful, hard cock. He licked his lips.

‘Careful, lightning rider. I can smell your emotions.’ Then the wolf chuckled, bending to tie his work boot.

‘I – I’m sorry I spied on you.’ It was all Cameron could think to say.

Trace shrugged. Cameron watched his big shoulders flex with power. He was stunning with his huge body, big, fat attitude, and purple eyes. Just being so close to him made Cameron feel slow- witted and thick-tongued.

‘It was the most excitement I’ve had in ages,’ the wolf said and started to walk.

Cameron watched him go off, his heart sinking. He wanted the man to take his apology seriously. He also admitted to himself he wanted to be close to the wolf. There was no hope of anything happening between them. There was very little hope of anything happening for Cam with anyone. He’d come to terms with that long ago. But still, he could just be near Trace. Remembering the sight of his body and the sound of his voice just outside Cam’s barricaded bedroom door as he brought himself off.

Wolf at the door, he thought, and then shook it off.

Fifty feet away, Trace stopped, and Cameron felt his spine go rigid, his pulse pick up. The man turned to him and shielded his eyes from a bright beam of sunlight between the thick tree branches. ‘You gonna stand there all day admiring my ass, or are you coming?’

Cameron blinked, feeling a wild urge to laugh but pushing it away. ‘Yes! Right!’ he called, bouncing on his toes like one of those perky, hyper dogs. He blushed, but refused to let himself feel silly or embarrassed. He very much wanted to go along.

He hurried along the path until he was almost even with the wolf. Then Trace turned and continued to walk, Cameron right on his heels.

‘Why are you here?’ Trace asked.

The question stunned Cameron but he swallowed hard and tried to focus enough to answer. ‘Good question. I … work with weather. Lightning to be specific. I guess the best way to put it is I was nudged here.’

‘Like with voltage?’ Trace asked with a gruff laugh.

‘Yeah. Sadly, I do get nudged with voltage.’

The wolf turned those deep purple eyes on Cameron and said, ‘What for? What’s here?’

How did eyes get that colour? Cam wondered. Had he been born with them or was it a shifter thing? He had no idea; all he knew was they were the most amazing eyes he’d ever seen. And they were attached to one of the most amazing bodies he’d ever seen.

Trace cocked his head, giving a half grin. ‘Hello?’

‘Sorry! I was just looking –’ He flushed, caught in the act. ‘Your eyes, they’re amazing.’

That closed the bigger man down. He’d had a nice amused and open expression on his handsome face and that fast, it shut down like someone turning the lights off in an empty house. ‘Thanks. I guess. They’re the product of a very bad infection when I was a kid.’ He turned on his heels and kept walking without further explanation.

Cameron had to force himself to swallow. He had just complimented the first man he’d lusted after in goodness knew how many years on some sort of mutation? Something that clearly upset him when discussed. Good going, dumbass!

Cameron hurried along the patch, ducking reaching branches and praying there was no poison ivy to be found here in Divination Falls. ‘I’m sorry! I didn’t know. And I don’t know what’s here. Or why I am,’ he gasped, finally catching up.

The wolf shrugged. He shot Cameron a sideways glance and said, ‘Why would you know what’s here?’ He stopped fast and Cam found himself almost crying out from the sudden shift in motion. ‘As for why you’re here, how could you not know that?’

‘I never really know until it’s revealed,’ Cameron said. He kept his gaze pinned at Trace’s chin so he wouldn’t get mesmerized by those stunning eyes that clearly upset the custodian.

‘Was it me, maybe?’ Trace asked, his lips twisting into a grin. ‘Was it secretly watching me jack off? Was that your big mission?’ He took a step toward Cameron which forced the lightning rider to step back. Or get crushed against an angry wolf.

‘I’m sorry,’ Cam breathed. ‘It wasn’t my intention and then I couldn’t …’ He shook his head. His skin was tingling and he wondered if he was going to get struck. Or worse yet, if Trace would strike him. ‘You might want to step back,’ he said without thinking.

‘Why is that?’ the wolf asked, taking a step forward. ‘Am I invading your space?’

‘I get it,’ Cam stammered. ‘I invaded your privacy. I’m no better than a pervert. I know! But you could get …’

The wind kicked up. It often did when he was frightened or excited and his blood leapt in his veins and his heart beat fast with arousal. His last lover had been zinged by energy one too many times and when some of his hair had actually caught fire, he’d bailed. Calling Cameron a freak in the process. Cam wasn’t up for either Trace being hurt or thinking him a freak.

‘I might get what? And it’s OK – you invaded my privacy, now give me an excuse to invade yours.’ He pushed his face closer and Cameron caught a flickering of animal shine in the man’s eyes. They turned golden around the very iris and a fast, steady pulse beat at the base of Trace’s neck. When he took Cameron’s wrist in his big hand and squeezed, Cam felt the air rush out of him. His cock pressed eagerly to his jeans and he tried his best to focus on something – anything! – besides the wolf so maybe his hard-on would abate. No such luck because Trace took his warm hand and very briefly cupped the evidence of arousal in Cam’s pants. ‘Looks like you’re still a bit worked up from last night.’

‘You were watching me in wolf form.’

‘I was.’

‘You heard me.’ It wasn’t a question. Very briefly, Cam wished for Trace to put his hand back. To touch him.

‘I did. I also smelled you and tasted you on the wind. Do you know when you come your breath does this shuddery little sigh thing?’


‘Well, it does.’



Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and "Erotica royalty..." (Lucy Felthouse).

Her erotic novels include Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, Big Bad, Learning to Drown, Wanderlust and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora's Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.

Sommer's short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines--both in print and online.

Twitter: @sommer_marsden

Friday, March 22, 2013

New Release: Seducing the Sexy Celebrity Chef

I jotted something down on a scrap of paper as I was writing this new ebook.  Let's see if I can find it...

Less about telling a story and more about articulating a fantasy

That's my jotted-down note-to-self.  See, I wrote "Seducing the Sexy Celebrity Chef" while watching Kitchen Nightmares because... what can I say?  Kitchen Nightmares turns me on.  I figured I wasn't alone, so I wrote this fantastic little story.

I say "fantastic" meaning it's a sexual fantasy, and also a romantic fantasy--one a lot of people can probably able to relate to. 

A couple weeks ago on twitter, there was a hashtag about guilty romance pleasures.  A lot of readers said they didn't care whether a romance novel was realistic, as long as it gave them that warm-and-fuzzy feeling at the end.  That's kind of where I put this ebook, in my mind.  (When I passed it to Sweet for editing, though, she said it was probably more realistic than I realize--women probably throw themselves at sexy celebrity chefs all the time.)

So, fantasy, reality--you be the judge.  Seducing the Sexy Celebrity Chef is really just a story to be enjoyed.

Seducing the Sexy Celebrity Chef

by Giselle Renarde

Holly wants more than just an autograph from TV’s sexy Chef Burley. Every time she watches the celebrity sweating over a hot stove, she imagines him sweating on top of her. Holly’s not usually the kind of woman who would throw herself at a man, but she’s willing to make an exception for Chef Burley.

Every woman at the book signing wants a piece of the sexy celebrity chef. How will Holly stand out from the crowd?

Fast-paced erotica from award-winning writer Giselle Renarde.

WARNINGS: This erotic short story contains explicit language and graphic sex.

Word Count: 7,900


Holly didn’t care if everyone thought she was crazy—she was going to get more than just an autograph from Chef Burley.

She’d arrived hours before the book signing, thinking she’d be first in line. She should have known better. Every horny housewife in town was queued outside the yet-to-open restaurant, drooling for a taste of the sexy celebrity chef.

“I can’t get enough of Chef Burley,” said one woman in the line-up.

“I know what you mean,” another chimed in. “Every time I watch his show, it gets me so worked up I pounce on my hubby. Poor guy doesn’t know what hit him!”

Holly hugged Chef Burley’s cookbook tight to her chest. As far as she knew, the sexy celebrity was single, just like her. Those women didn’t know how lucky they were, having husbands to warm their beds. If they realized their good fortune, they wouldn’t be hanging around out here, discussing all the dirty things they’d like to do with the chef.

When the line finally started to move, Holly’s stomach dropped. No, she couldn’t do this. Come face to face with the man whose presence, even on TV, made her ache with want? No. No way.

But she didn’t turn around. She didn’t leave. As the line moved forward, so did she, step by step, until an assistant asked her, “Who would you like your autograph made out to?”

“To Holly,” she said.

Without another word, the austere assistant tore the cookbook from her arms.

She was still three side-steps away from Chef Burley, but if she leaned forward and looked down the table, she could see him. He was right there, in the flesh! They were breathing the same air. Unbelievable!

Holly bit her lip to keep herself from squealing. She always squealed when she watched his TV show—squealed, and throbbed, and wished for just a few minutes alone with him.

When Holly’s turn came up, her knees nearly buckled. She’d worn a push-up bra, just for him. Bending forward, she let her low-cut blouse fall open. For Chef’s eyes only!

Chef Burley looked up, and his eyes bulged. A playful smirk bled across his lips. “Have you been waiting long?”

Holly giggled like a schoolgirl. Oh, his accent! He was so sophisticated, so unlike the blockheads in this town. She wanted to grab his white chef’s jacket, pull him across the table, and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe.

Instead, Holly tittered and chewed her nail while Chef Burley scrawled his signature across the front page of his book. Every day on her way to work, she rehearsed what she’d say if she ever met him. Now he was right there, close enough to grab, and she didn’t know what to do.

“Thanks for buying my book,” Chef Burley said, looking her straight in the eye. Oh, those baby blues! They made her feel faint. “I hope you enjoy it, Sally.”

She giggled and nodded as a second assistant handed back her copy of the cookbook. Their gazes lingered while she backed away. She was so besotted she just about walked into the drinks table.

Wait… had Chef Burley called her Sally?

Taking a glass of white wine, Holly sat at one of the tables and opened her book. Sure enough, the inscription was made out to Sally, not Holly. That assistant must have given Chef Burley the wrong name. She thought to go back, but she didn’t want to make a fuss. She was embarrassed, even though the mistake wasn’t hers.

The afternoon passed in a haze. Holly leaned her elbows against her lonely table and gazed meekly at the celebrity. He was even more striking in person. His blondish hair was styled haphazardly, his face clean shaven, his features somewhere between chiseled and boyish. She wanted to see his arms, his chest, his whole body, naked. He was right there, and yet worlds away.

“We’re closing up now,” one of the assistants said...


Published by eXcessica:

Available from Barnes&Noble:

All Romance:



Amazon UK:


Thursday, March 21, 2013

Oh Get A Grip!

Special Announcement!

Today I'm blogging for the first time as a regular contributor at Oh Get A Grip!  You've probably heard of it.  I've always thought of it as a powerhouse blog, and it's a true honour to hold a place there.

My first post is about the amazing book I'm currently reading.  Check it out at


Wednesday, March 20, 2013

You Like Free Best-Sellers, Right? (Limited Time Only)

Kobo CanadaUntil March 24th 2013, you can get The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown for free from Kobo.  I read it years ago, and I think I gave it a solid "meh" rating (couldn't understand why my sister raved about it), but if you've never read it and always thought you should/could/might one day... might as well get it for free, right?

I believe this is a world-wide offer, but not entirely sure.  Looks like Dan Brown's got a new book on the market, so I guess they're doing this promo to give him a boost, remind the reading public he exists, that sort of thing.

Click heeeeeeeere to snag your freebie. Remember--until March 24th only. Free from Kobo.

Giselle out.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

1 Rubber Chicken+1 Sugary Vagina+1 Sommer Storm

I love the way @AlisonTyler organizes book reviews.  I'm a slow reader.  Like... super-slow.  So reading an ENTIRE book takes me a long time.  When Alison Tyler puts together blog hops for her anthologies, she only asks readers (writers, reviewers, whoever) to review ONE story.

One story, I can handle.  And, in the case of her Sudden Sex anthology, where all stories are shorties, I can even handle three.  Since the stories are so quick (which, I must say, is my favourite kind of erotic story.  I have a short attention span.  I like a story that gets straight to the action), I decided to review a sequence of stories:

RUBBER CHICKEN by Thomas S. Roche

I chose to start here because who can resist a title like that?  This story gets right to it--just what I like.  The under-the-table crotch-rubbing at a dull banquet struck a chord with me, because grabbing in public is something my girlfriend does all the time.  And then she puts the question to me, as Melinda does in this story: "Do you want me to stop?"  Oh, that question is nearly impossible to answer!  Rubber Chicken is a great story--hot and horny.  Really made me want to fuck something.  Which brings me to the next story in this sequence...


This story was a need-to-read, again, based solely on the title.  It reminded me of the Christmas my girlfriend put this in my stocking:


Anyway, Sugar Upsets My Vagina has nothing to do with getting fucked by a giant candy cane.  The story has a dream-like quality as it describes a sex carnival.  A very visual story.  I felt like it was playing out in front of me as I read it. I can imagine this story appealing strongly to readers who appreciate big, strong alpha male types.  That's not my bag, but I still enjoyed it.

CLEMENT by Sommer Marsden

Because I love Sommer Marsden.  As a writer and as a person on the internet.  This story is short--maybe 3 pages, and they're tiny pages--but the impact is huge.  There were certain sentences--very short sentences--that gave me chills.  This is the best of short.  It does so much with so little.  A beautiful story.

Sudden Sex is edited by Aliston Tyler, published by Cleis Press, and available pretty much everywhere.

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Monday, March 18, 2013

The Kink in Kinksters: Waxing is for Pussies

Lesbian. Waxing. Threesome. Erotica.

Oh, yes. 

I've been blabbing about my Kinksters anthology for weeks, and sharing excerpts from the 10 stories it contains.  Today I'm sharing a snippet from one of the collection's lesbian threesome tales, Waxing is for Pussies.  As you might have guessed, it's a fetish story about waxing... pussies. 

Waxing is for Pussies is available as an ebook, as well as in my Kinksters anthology.

Claire is a butch dyke who doesn't go in for all the "girly" stuff. Her girlfriend Billie works at a salon, joyfully painting nails all day. When Billie takes up hot waxing, she asks Claire to be her test subject. She also asks her salon buddy Soo Jin to give her hand. How will Claire and Billie react when Soo Jin takes the request for help as an invitation to play? 

An excerpt from Waxing is for Pussies:

Soo Jin leaned against the waxing bed, tapping her fingers on the cushion. “Sounds like you two have trust issues.  You should work on that… right after we finish this wax job.  Now the next step is the pre-epilation oil. Billie, I think you’ve got that covered.”
“Oh. Yes.” 
My girl sprang into action. She poured the oil into her palm, dripping some down into my pubic hair.  When her hand touched my mound, I nearly leapt from the table.  How did I always manage to forget how good it felt to be stroked by someone else? Especially when that someone was a someone I loved?
“How does that feel?” Billie cooed.
“That’s nice.” I watched as her hand dipped into the curve of my thighs.  “Let’s just do this all night.”
Standing beside me, Soo Jin asked Billie, “Do you mind if I fondle your girlfriend’s boobs? I mean, as long as I’m here.  I am doing you a favour, staying late to help.”
Billie laughed. “Oh, go ahead. It’s not cheating if I’m standing right here, apparently…” As she pressed my big hairy lips together, she gave me a wink and I knew all was well with the world. “Do you think that pain killer’s kicked in yet?”
I shrugged before crossing my arms behind my head.  As soon as they were out of the way, Soo Jin grabbed my tits and kneaded. Naughty words streamed out of my mouth like a river of premature ejaculations, and I laughed at Billie’s question. “I don’t know if it’s the pain killers, but I’m feeling pretty damn good right now.”
“Then I’d say it’s time to get started,” Soo Jin chimed in.  She was an intrusive little beggar, but hilarious enough to stay in my good books.  “Now, what Billie’s going to do is apply the hot wax, starting on the outer edges.”
With a nod, Billie said, “Right.”   
When she didn’t move, I got nervous.
Soo Jin must have sensed my anxiety, because she worked her hands up to my nipples and squeezed.  “Remember,” she went on, “You’ll want to have your muslin strip ready to go, so keep it handy.  In fact, keep it in your hand.”
I closed my eyes. If Billie required this much encouragement, I didn’t want to see what was going on. In fact, a set of headphones would have been nice too.  Then I wouldn’t have been able to hear all the things she seemed to be doing wrong. 
I tried to block out the sounds of voices and just concentrate on sensations.  Soo Jin leaned in close, grasping my breasts in her hands.  She licked my nipples, then blew on them just as Billie came in with the wax. That tongue was magic. The wax felt like hot honey spreading all through my pubic hair and down my inner thigh. So much so that I started to understand food fetishists a little better.  The sensation of hot wax spreading across my skin made me wet.

Kinksters is available from Amazon (print):


and from Amazon UK:

...and many other retailers!

Kinksters is published by loveyoudivine Alterotica.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Need I Say MILF?

People are looking for Cougars.  I know they are, because they Google MILF and they end up here.  Maybe you're one of "them."  Are ya?  Huh?  Huh?

It's okay, you don't have to tell me.  Your little secret.  But, while you're here, I might as well showcase a few of my titles that are particularly MILFy. That is to say, they feature an older woman hooking up with a younger woman or man (or maybe a couple men or women).  We've got some M/F, paranormal, MMF menage, some lesbian erotic comedy, and lesbian threesome ageplay.  Good stuff.

Callie and the Hipsters

When Callie’s husband leaves her for a younger woman, she drives all the way out to the summerhouse only to find it's been taken over by hipsters--twenty-somethings who wear plaid and listen to indie rock and eat nothing but raw broccoli.  They're friends of her son, Dante, all queer and quirky students at the nearby university.

At first, Callie's irritated that her son has thrown a party in her haven of relaxation, but when she and a bottle of Kahlua stumble upon two young men gettin' it on in her bed her annoyance morphs into arousal.  The drink and the day's multitude of disappointments encourage her to join Vish and Evan, pansexual and polyamorous young men who are more than happy to welcome a vibrant older woman into their bed. How will they feel about inviting Callie into their lives?

Published by Secret Cravings: 

Stripping My Son's Sleeping Girlfriend

Darin's mom can't stand his sexy new girlfriend. Kali parades around the house in see-through blouses and skimpy skirts, showing off her thong with every bend.  That raunchy girl turns her stomach... until the morning she finds Kali passed out alone in Darin's bed.  Asleep, Kali doesn't seem so bad.  In fact, Mama can't resist getting a closer look!  Will her son's sleeping girlfriend wake up to a screaming orgasm, or screaming bloody murder?

An erotic lesbian MILF story published by eXcessica:

Wedding Heat: MILF of the Groom

The family’s been spreading vile rumours about Ellora, mother of the groom.

When Ellora overhears these rumours repeated during Friday night cocktails in honour of her son’s wedding, she flees the Boathouse bar in tears.  Luckily, there’s a young man outside with shoulders huge enough to cry on all night long.

Her son’s business partner Russ is more than just a hulking body—he’s the strong and sensitive type.  Just what Ellora needs right now.  And, though her looks have earned her the title “MILF of the groom,” Russ is the only man who makes her tremble.
But will Ellora’s fears about sharing her aging body with a younger man prevent their desires from blossoming?

Published by eXcessica:

Narcissist Seeks Narcissist

Szuszu the former model has inhabited a world of sex, drugs, and far too much scotch since she was just a teenager. All these years, her best friend Babette has been right by her side. Now that Babette is married and setting off on a world tour, Szuszu feels utterly abandoned.  As a pre-departure joke, Babette writes up a silly and snide little personal ad, which Szuszu proceeds to post, hoping to attract a woman who looks just like she did when she was young.

Naomi thinks Szuszu's post is hilarious -- what a great sense of humor! She can hardly believe the centrefold she stole from her dad's collection way back in the day is looking for love. It's not like her to answer a personal ad, but for the infamous Szuszu she'll obviously make an exception. She thinks Szuszu looks fantastic, and Szuszu thinks Naomi looks just like her -- owing to the fact that Szuszu's vision isn't what it used to be and she's too proud to wear glasses.

Published by New Dawning:

Only Angels

When Helena follows her best friend Deb to a top-secret cougar club, she figures it’s just one more underground hook-up joint for 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 sweet and sympathetic virgin called Sandy. The surprise comes when he exposes his huge pair…of stunning white wings! The posh club is called Only Angels, and this is where Helena’s adventure begins.

Published by eXcessica:

Nanny State

When Summer moves in with her mother’s friend, she expects to be treated like an adult. Fat chance! Victoria exerts control over every aspect of her life, protectively setting parental controls on the television and demanding Summer come straight home after her university classes.

Everything changes the day Victoria catches Summer watching some very kinky lesbian porn. The landlady soon becomes the ‘Nanny’, coaxing Summer into the big bed for play time.

The unlikely couple embarks upon a series of naughty adventures, from suckling to discipline to diapers. But what happens when Summer wants to include a girl her own age? Will Nanny punish the wayward girl or accept another charge into their uncommon household?

Warnings: This title contains graphic descriptions of lesbian sex and threesomes, age play, spankings, discipline, domination, and other fetish activities that may be considered objectionable to some readers.

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Friday, March 15, 2013

FREE READ: Honey Trap (a story about deceit, adultery, and anal sex)

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Honey Trap

by Giselle Renarde

When Brezida stepped out of the end stall, Jack was sitting on the leather loveseat across from the sinks. He crossed one leg over the other, resting his right ankle on his left knee. This was Jack’s signature pose when seated, though Jack was almost always on his feet.

Rising from the sofa, he followed Brezida to the frosted glass basin.  She shot him a smile as she washed her hands. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

His smirk in the mirror bordered on snide.  “Looking forward to what?”

“You know what.”  She unzipped her purse. “All evening, I couldn’t wait to lock the front door, send home the staff and wait for the owner to corner me.”

“Brezida,” Jack whispered into her hair. He hovered close behind her as she bent toward the mirror to freshen her lipstick. Even on a store mannequin, that low-cut wrap-around dress would have given him a hard-on. Oh, who was he kidding? He’d be drooling if he caught a glimpse of it on a wire hanger. The classy striped dress just barely clinging to Brezida’s flesh had beckoned him all through her shift.

Growling, he dug her tits out of her black lace bra. They were perfect. Firm but yielding. They melted into his hands as he pressed them together, watching her cleavage swell in the mirror.

“Brazilian Brezida,” Jack groaned.

“I’m from El Salvador, you ignorant low-life.”  Brezida rubbed her ass against his crotch.

Jack took in a sharp breath, and the familiar scent of her perfume filled his lungs. As she massaged his hard cock with her ass, he ran both hands down the front of her dress. “I wasn’t talking countries of origin.”

“You want a Brazilian?” Brezida lifted her skirt. “Here it is.”

She smirked, spreading her legs. Now that was an invitation!  He rubbed her pussy through the smooth fabric of that erection-enhancing dress, and she writhed against his hand.

When he plunged his fingers beneath her sheer G-string, she guided them down her baby-smooth mound and between her soft lips. Her slit was bursting with juice when he slid his fingers inside. God, he couldn’t wait to fuck her.  She’d be begging for it in a minute, but Jack liked to take his time, to tease his managing partner. He rubbed her clit, stepping back and pulling up the hem of her dress so they could watch in the mirror. Brezida let her G-string fall to the floor. Her big tits heaved as she writhed against Jack’s hand.

Her stiletto heel stabbed his toe when she pushed against him, forcing him down on the sofa.

“You just can’t wait for it, can you?”

“I can’t wait to fuck you.” Her breath was hot on his lips. “I can’t wait to feel your huge cock in my cunt. I can’t wait to throw my tits in your face and feel your tongue all over them.”

Jack could take a hint. As she fished a condom from the depths of her purse, he pressed his face into her breasts.  He could barely breathe. “God, I love your tits!”

“I love your cock,” she moaned, rubbing its drooling tip through his black slacks. She undid his belt and the fly of his pants.  Pulling his firm erection from his jockey shorts, she stroked it between her palms. “Just taking this huge thing in my hands gets me so wet.”

“Does it? Does my cock turn you on?”

“Oh yeah,” she growled, slipping a condom down the length of his firm shaft. With the snap of latex, his cock pulsed against her palm.

“How about this?” he asked, sucking her aroused nipple into his mouth.

Brezida moaned, throwing her head back so her long black hair landed against his balls. “I love that!”

“What else?” Jack asked, switching tits. “Tell me what else turns you on.”

Smacking her clit with his sheathed hard-on, she turned toward the frosted glass of the women’s bathroom door. Some figment of her imagination must have given her a fright, because she paused, distracted, staring at the brushed nickel door handle like it was about to turn.  She shook her head, sending black hair flailing. “I think we have rats.”

“What restaurant doesn’t?” he replied with a shrug. “Come on, now, sit on my cock.”

She hovered over him like she might change her mind, like she might decide she didn’t want to fuck him today after all. A keen smirk bled across her lips as she grasped the base of his shaft. Falling on his firm cock, she let it pierce her core. She cried out like its mass was killing her, and her thrill sent a shiver right through him. Pulling her close, he sucked hard on her tits.

“You want to know what turns me on?” she cried, running her hands through his hair. She spoke loudly, almost shouting. “You want to know what really turns me on, Jack Bannerman? That you’re here with me while your wife’s at home in bed. I love that you lie to her. I love that you fuck me every night after the restaurant closes and she’s totally clueless about it.”

“Yeah?” Jack asked with a breathy laugh. “Really? That gets you hot?”

“Oh yes, Jack Bannerman. Or should I say Mayor Bannerman?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Jack gushed, warmed by her confidence. “The election’s two weeks away.”

“Oh, you’ll win it, Jack,” Brezida cried, hurling herself at his cock. Her pussy devoured it all the way to the root, until he was swimming in her juices. She was so wet her nectar streamed through his pubic hair, soaking his balls. “Doesn’t it turn you on, Jack Bannerman? Doesn’t it get you hot, knowing this whole town thinks you’re Mr. Morality? And here you are every night, getting fucked by a slut from the restaurant.”

Did it turn him on? Jack growled like a grizzly. He pressed her tits together and drove his face between them, licking them, sucking them, kissing them in a frenzy. “Brezida!” he howled, bucking up at her so she bounced in his lap. “Yeah, give it to me, you little slut. Your tits are mine!”

“Shit, yeah, Mr. Mayor. My tits are yours!” she cried, licking his ear.

“You think you can give it up around town, but your tight cunt is mine. You’re all mine.”

“I’m all yours, Mayor Bannerman!”

Releasing her breasts, he grasped her hips, holding her body still as he drove his hard cock up inside her. She threw her head back and opened her sweet red lips. Her tits heaved and fell, bouncing with every thrust he issued. As her long hair fell against his throbbing balls, Jack pressed his face against her chest, crying out.

She pulled away from him, leaning back until her hands were behind her, resting on his knees, and he couldn’t reach her nipples. “Say my name.”

“Brezida!” he cried, and she leaned forward so he could press his face into her luscious tits as he came.

Gasping, he looked up into her eyes. “Wow! That was fucking incredible.”

“Shit, yeah it was, Mayor Bannerman,” she agreed, lovingly petting his cheek as she assessed him with large hazel eyes.

Crawling from his lap, she collapsed on the sofa as Jack stood up to lose the condom and wash the tell-tale pussy juice from his pants. She tucked her tits back into her bra and arranged her dress as he headed for the bathroom door.

“You’re leaving?” she hollered as he reached for the handle.

Turning on his heels, he asked, “Do I have your permission?”

She stared at the frosted glass door, wide-eyed.

“Afraid of the rats?” Jack laughed.

Snapping back into reality, Brezida teased, “If I had an aversion to rats, I wouldn’t be fucking you every night.”

Grinning, Jack opened the door and sauntered between the tables stacked with chairs. “Hasta mañana, Brezida.”

* * * *

Brezida waited half a minute before whispering, “Valentine? Where the hell are you, you son of a bitch?” Creeping out of the bathroom, she scanned the restaurant. “I thought for sure Jack was going to see you scurrying beside the washroom door.”

Rising up from behind the bar, the man in black jeans and a turtleneck sweater replied, “I never have to deal with this bullshit when I shoot weddings.”

“Like hell you don’t,” she scoffed. “I’ve heard all about those bridezillas. They’re a hell of a lot worse than me. So, I guess you didn’t get any shots, huh?”

“Through the frosted glass? How could I? Well, I mean, I took a few but you just look like a pair of blobs.”


“How was I supposed to know you’d end up screwing in the bathroom? You said you usually fuck on the dining tables or on the bar.”

“We do,” she said, puzzled. “Do you think Jack’s on to us?”

“Don’t ask me,” the artiste replied, fiddling with his camera before setting it down on the bar. “Why are you after incriminating photos anyway?”

“I already told Carmina; do you two never talk? There’s a rumour going around that if Jack wins the election, he’ll get his brother Paul to take over the restaurant. Paul doesn’t know shit about the business, and on top of that he hates my guts. I’ve poured too much of my soul into this place to see it crumble.”

“So, this is purely business blackmail?” Valentine asked, oozing with skepticism.

“Yes,” she replied, folding her arms across her chest.

“Nothing personal at all?”


She stared him down, but he didn’t budge. Valentine looked her over, up her legs, across her chest, through her hair. “You could model, you know.”

Brezida rolled her eyes. “Hardly! My ass is huge…” She turned to show him, giving it a little spank. The clingy fabric of her dress rippled at the attention. “But then, Carmina mentioned you were an ass man.”

“Yeah, but I’m distraught that you put your tits away,” he flirted. “I heard through the door that they’re spectacular.”

“Jack seems to like them.” Brezida shrugged, grappling with the images flashing through her mind, of Valentine fucking her doggy-style. No, she couldn’t do her sister’s guy. What a horrible thought. “Come on, Valentine. We shouldn’t be talking like this.”

“Why not?” he asked, stepping out from behind the bar. He was hard already. She could see that plain as day.

“You’re with Carmina.”


“The family would roast me like a pig if they found out.”

“If they found out what?” he asked, taking another step forward.

She bit her tongue not to say the words. If it were guaranteed Carmina would never find out, she would fuck Valentine in a heartbeat.

“I need to get some chairs out of the back,” she said, fleeing his melting stare.

When she arrived at the stack of plush dining chairs in the dark back room, Valentine was right behind her, so close she could almost feel his jeans against her dress. He moved in, pressing his hard cock cloaked in denim against her ass crack.

“Ohhh…” Brezida sighed, leaning against the stack of chairs and pressing her butt back.
“Can I feel this Brazilian I’ve heard so much about?”

He knew about the Brazilian. He’d heard everything through the door. He knew precisely which sounds Brezida made when she got fucked, knew how she talked dirty to her lover…

Taking his hand in hers, she slid it between her thighs; she hadn’t bothered finding her underwear in the bathroom, so she was totally bare right now. Valentine cupped her mound, squeezing it, planting kisses at the back of her neck. His fingers fell into her wet slit.

“Shit, that’s good!” She whispered, as though somebody might hear them.

“You like that?” he asked, his breath warm against her shoulder.

“Yeah,” she replied, pulling up her dress. His hands caressed the expanse of her flesh before he unzipped his fly. Digging through her purse, she found a lubricated condom and threw the bag to the floor. As he slid the latex on, she released her tits from their prisons of lace. “Here, feel these.”

Valentine reached around, his cock resting between her ass cheeks as he squeezed his girlfriend’s sister’s breasts. Brezida squirmed with anticipation as he fondled her tits, sliding his cock between two mountains of flesh.

“Fuck me, Valentine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Just do it. Just fuck me and don’t tell anyone.”

“If you insist,” he chuckled, his big cock penetrating her ready cunt.

“Shit yeah!” she cried at the feeling of that huge thing parting the engorged flesh of her pussy lips, thrusting inside her body.

As his hips pounded her rear, his hands enveloped her breasts, moulding them like clay. He pressed them together, hard, held them there as he fucked her.

“Fuck my ass!” Brezida cried. She wanted it.

“Are you serious?”

She turned her head to look him in the eye. “You don’t want to?”

Valentine’s face lit up. “No, I want to! I want to!”

“Then do it,” she cried as the boiler clicked. “Just don’t tell anybody. Don’t tell Carmina.”

“Like I would…”

His cock slid from her pleasured pussy, wet with natural lube. It worked its way up until his head was poking rhythmically at her ass. She knew how bad it was to do it like this, without loads of lubricant, but she just didn’t care. Tomorrow, when she was split and sore, she would surely chastise herself, but right now? Right now she wanted what she wanted.

Grasping her hips, Valentine pressed into her and the tip of his cock asserted itself, bullying a path inside. His cockhead seemed to grow, inflate, and expand in all directions. He was huge inside her ass, and it burned like she couldn’t take it, but she knew if she held out for ten seconds or so it would all be fine. She pushed back against him, thrust her ass at him, because she needed to feel his cock farther up inside her. It didn’t matter that it burned a little; the pleasure licked the pain until the pain became pleasure.

The heating system clicked on as Brezida pounded her ass against the man she shouldn’t be fucking. It clicked again as he whimpered and growled in alternation.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do your ass!” Valentine fondled her tits, thumbing her nipples, squeezing. Hard.

“My ass loves devouring a big cock,” she cried as his fingers fell down to her wet slit. When he rubbed her clit, she lost it. She didn’t care about anything but the cock in her ass and the fingers massaging her.

Neither did Valentine, it seemed. He fucked her hard, whimpering and whining as a man in the corridor chuckled, “This is perfect. Keep going.”

She knew that gravel voice all too well, and she froze at the sound of it.

“Jack!” Brezida cried, her heart turning to ice.

He stood at the entrance to the darkened room, Valentine’s camera in his hands. What was he doing here? Why had he come back? And why the hell was Valentine still thrusting away? They’d been caught! It was time to face the music.

Her impulse to flee subsided as she perceived the look of pleasure in Jack’s eyes. He licked his lips, watching the contortions of her face as Valentine pumped inside her. She was getting fucked up the ass, and Jack was getting off on it! When he snapped another shot, she gripped the stack of chairs. Two sets of eyes and the camera lens loved her. Caught in the act, she bucked back against her sister’s boyfriend. Her whole body tightened up, her ass taking Valentine’s cock in a vice grip.

“Oh god!” Valentine yelped, squeezing her cheeks hard as he came.

“Thank you, my friend.” Jack addressed Valentine with utter calm. “I would shake your hand, but I know where it’s been.”

“What are you doing here?” Brezida stammered, exhausted, as Valentine slid his cock from her ass. She didn’t move from her rumpled position over the stack of chairs.

“Your sister’s going to love these shots. The best porn is homemade porn, if you ask me.” Jack clicked another picture. “You thought you could catch me in a honey trap, but if you were smart, you wouldn’t have inserted yourself into the equation. That was probably your biggest mistake, though hiring a close friend of mine to take the pictures wasn’t too wise either. Next time, do your homework.”

She could feel her cheeks turning crimson. “I’m sorry, Jack. It was nothing against you; it was just business. I wanted to protect the restaurant. We’ve invested so much of ourselves in this place.”

Pulling his pants up and fastening them, Valentine sauntered over to the corridor and stood behind Jack. He snapped another photo before she could tuck her tits back into her bra. “I know. That’s why I was planning to sign the place over to you after the election.”

Weak-kneed, Brezida grasped the stack of chairs. “You still could. We can forget this ever happened, right?”

Handing the camera back to Valentine, Jack swaggered over to Brezida and traced his fingertips down her chest. She froze as he leaned in close. “You know what I’ve only just realized?”

“What?” she stammered, greeting his burn with a fire of her own. “What is it, Jack?”

“I liked watching you get fucked up the ass even better than I liked fucking you.”

A wave of relief came over her. “I liked you watching me.”

“I loved that look on your face as Valentine shoved his big cock in your little asshole. You were hurting, you dirty little slut. I loved it.”

“I loved it too,” she whimpered, running her hands down his chest.

Taking a step back, Jack scratched his chin, looking up like he was asking a question of the rafters. “I think I will give you the restaurant after all.”


“If and only if we can put an end to our ridiculous affair. In its place, I want to watch Valentine fuck you up the ass every night. How does that sound?”

“I could definitely get into that,” Valentine said.

With a malicious smirk, Jack continued, “This is all contingent, of course, on my winning the election.”

Pulling herself up from the stack of chairs, Brezida stood tall before the two men. She cleared her throat and smoothed her dress. “Then I’ll go door to door for you. I’ll be your number one supporter, Mayor Bannerman.”

The End

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