So, I just realized International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia was May 17th. I totally missed it, didn't mention it here at Donuts & Desires, and didn't tweet about it. It just fell off my radar.
Wedding Heat: Lickity Split is a lesbian threesome--a kinky erotic story involving hard bananas, cold ice cream, and hot fudge. Want a taste? https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-weddingheatlickitysplit-1211967-352.html
I'm not going to do a big long post about IDAHOT this year, but when you think about it, isn't it totally bizarre that there are people in the world who
hate and seek to oppress me (and all us LGBTQs) just because I'm (we're)... queer? I don't get it. It seems like another world, because I grew up in a family that was big-time queer positive. Now I'm in a long-term lesbian relationship with a transgender woman and my family totally loves her and it just feels... easy.
But maybe I've got my rose-coloured glasses on, because I do recall just recently writing this post about losing friends and losing work due to transphobic attitudes. Maybe if I'd actually remembered IDAHOT like a person with functioning memory, I'd have had more to say. Or maybe I'm totally copping out by directing you to a post I wrote last month.
Lazy? Who, me? Nah, it's just silly to re-write what I've already written.
Anyhoo, enjoy your kinky free read and take care of each other.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
|This post gets very wet|
First off, WOW Skye Warren's blog hop image is hot. I'm actually having trouble concentrating right now because I can't stop staring at that girl's boobs. #queergirlproblems
Maybe I should have added the image AFTER I wrote my post.
Actually, you know what? Here's what I'm going to do: instead of telling you about my books and making you feel like you're being marketed to, I'm going to post a FREE READ. A wet and wild read, one of my "erotic letters"--I started my career writing this style of erotica, and I still love going back to it.
So, here you go:
Nice Ice, Baby!
by Giselle Renarde
Last summer was killer for my Chris and I, in our stuffy non-air-conditioned one-bedroom apartment. The heat and humidity made me so cranky I thought I was going to rip Chris’s head off…until he came up with a fail-safe way to keep me cool.
I’d heard of couples playing with ice before, but it never occurred to me that Chris and I might try. Now that we’ve done it, boy, I wish we’d started sooner. Nothing else cools me down quite like an ice cube between Chris’s fingers melting all down the front of my body.
He starts by covering the old chair in our living room with towels and sits me down on it. Then he goes to the kitchen and fills a bowl with an entire tray of ice cubes. At first, we thought one or two would do the trick, but we quickly discovered that…well, ice melts. You need plenty of cubes.
Sitting on the sturdy old footrest by the chair, Chris takes one piece of ice between his fingers. Or, more accurately, he claws into the ice with his short fingernails. Remember, ice is cold. He sets the cube on my neck and it melts in an instant. He follows the droplets down my chest, but when the water streams between my naked breasts, he takes a different route.
Chris circles the ice across my breasts, back and forth, until he reaches one of my nipples. Once he gets to that sensitive spot, he circles the ice around that soft pinkish flesh until my nipple really feels the cold. It’s an amazing thing to watch, really. He goes around and around, and my flesh tightens into a bud. My nipples never get so hard as when they’re subjected to Chris’s wonderful ice torture.
When the first nipple’s hard, Chris moves on to the next. By this time, the cube has melted down to a drizzling nub and he usually pulls another from the bowl. As he gets my tit all firm and erect, the ice melts down my belly. Little droplets stream into my pubic hair, and I always get a moment of thrill the first time a bit of cold water hits my clit.
As wonderful as the ice feels against my breasts, it’s a whole different story between my legs. When I gasp my approval, Chris knows what I want. He slides the ice down my belly and I tremble as cold water streams between my pussy lips. Instead of darting straight at my clit, he takes a little detour and circles around my thighs. My pussy gets happy, because it knows what comes next.
Strangely, the ice doesn’t feel terribly cold against my skin. That’s what surprised me the most, when we first tried it: I thought the ice would freeze my flesh and I’d be in pain. It’s really not that way at all…except when Chris draws the melting cube up my thigh and runs it up along my clit. That’s the only time I really feel the cold. He rubs me with ice, up and down against my clit, and it melts down my lower lips. In less than a minute it’s colder than I can handle.
I tell Chris my clit can’t stand any more cold, and now comes the moment that excites us both the most: he slides the ice between my pussy lips and presses it inside of me.
How can I describe the feeling?
It’s like my pussy is so damn hot not even the coldest substance in our freezer can contend with it. Okay, I admit, sometimes if Chris presses a particularly large ice cube up my snatch and I’m not quite ready, my pussy goes on auto-pilots and immediately ejects it. But that doesn’t happen very often, and when it does we both get a good laugh. Imagine an ice cube shooting out from between my thighs and whacking my boyfriend straight in the chest!
Even if we have an escapee, Chris just presses it back in, and by then my pussy’s acclimated and ready to accept more. And more is exactly what it gets. Chris pushes cube after melting cube into my pussy. As the old ones melt, sometimes Chris gets splashed when he pushes new ones in, but that’s all part of the fun.
Usually, we can fit six ice cubes inside my pussy. That seems excessive, I know, but you give it a try and you’ll see how surprisingly easy it is to fill your pussy with ice. Seriously…try it! There’s nothing like a little ice play on a hot afternoon. I like doing it because it seems out of the ordinary and a little naughty. Chris says he loves playing with ice because I end up sparkling like a diamond with droplets of water. It’s worth doing just for the way he looks at my body when I’m all wet and full of melting ice.
"Nice Ice, Baby!" appears in Secret Confessions: 36 Erotic Encounters by Giselle Renarde, available from eXcessica Publishing, as well as many vendors like Amazon and All Romance.
And now it's time to talk about prizes!
Skye Warren is offering up a $100 gift card to Victoria's Secret and a digital gift basket.
What do I have for you?
I'll be drawing 10 winners, each of whom will receive digital copies of the first THREE stories in my popular Wedding Heat series: One in the Hand, Two in the Bush, and Skinny Dipping.
To find out more about the Wedding Heat series, check out the website: http://weddingheat.wordpress.com/stories-in-the-series/ It's like a TV series, but in book form!
To enter my Wedding Heat giveaway and Skye Warren's grand prize drawings, leave a comment below, including your email address. If you don't know what to say, why not tell me about any wedding-related sexy-time fantasies you might have. Who knows? Maybe your idea will be incorporated into the Wedding Heat series!
Contest closes midnight May 25, 2013.
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Friday, May 17, 2013
In Wedding Heat: Full Service Bridesmaid, we met bridesmaids Shonette and Kristen very briefly (that story focused on Pippa gettin' it on with two masseurs). Well, the bitchy bridesmaids are back and they've got a story all to themselves.
Okay, that's not entirely true, because they share it with everybody's favourite fedora-wearing dyke: the bride's cousin, Vanessa. When Vanessa calls the girls out as a couple, it takes ice cream, hard bananas, and a touch of brute strength to chill them into submission.
If you like a little sugar with your lesbian sex, you might just enjoy Wedding Heat: Lickity Split.
Bridesmaids Shonette and Kristen are definitely not a couple. They’ve been sleeping together pretty much forever and they don’t date other people, but still… the last thing they want is for people to think they’re lesbians.
The girls tell everyone they’re just friends, but the bride’s cousin Vanessa is not convinced. Vanessa’s a hardcore dyke, and she can spot femmes in lust from a mile away. When Shonette denies she loves Kristen, Vanessa won’t let go. She’s got ice cream and she knows how to use it.
WARNINGS: This title contains chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry ice cream, bananas, and explicit lesbian threesome sex.
“Tell yourself whatever it takes to get that sheet down.” Vanessa mixed the chocolate ice cream into a sweet paste. “Come on, Krissy. Show us your tits.”
“Go to hell!”
“Show us your tits.”
“Show us your tits.”
Shonette caught the fever. “Yeah, show us your tits.”
“Fine,” Kristen said, like a brat. “You want to see my tits? Here!”
When Kristen flipped down the sheet, Shonette’s pussy pounded. She’d seen that body countless times. It wasn’t usually this exciting. Something about Vanessa standing there in the corner, staring at that body she’d never wanted to share… it was strangely exciting.
“Hold her down,” Vanessa said. “Take off your panties and sit on her face.”
Never in her life had Shonette been in a situation like this. Without thinking, she pushed down her underpants. Should she take off her bra too? No, not without Vanessa’s instruction. She’d do what she was told. Nothing more, nothing less.
Wedding Heat: Lickity Split is available from:
All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-weddingheatlickitysplit-1211967-352.html
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wedding-heat-giselle-renarde/1115360140?ean=2940016702278
Rainbow eBooks: http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=10895
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
All the winning books are listed below. Have a gander:
NLA-I AWards 2012 Winners
National Leather Association: International, a leading organization for activists in the pansexual SM/leather community, announced the winners for excellence in literary works in SM/leather/fetish writing published in 2012 at its Annual General Meeting in Oklahoma City, OK on May 3-5, 2013 and held during Tribal Fire. The judges received a greater number of nominations this year than ever before and judging in most categories was quite difficult with such exemplary pieces of writing.
Winners of the Geoff Mains Non-fiction Book Award are Lee Harrington and Mollena Williams for “Playing Well With Others: Your Field Guide to Discovering, Exploring and Navigating the Kink, Leather and BDSM Communities.” Honorable mention in this category goes to Tristan Taormino (ed.) for “The Ultimate Guide to Kink: BDSM, Role Play and the Erotic Edge.”
In the John Preston Short Fiction category, the winner is Annie Cox for "Muriel" (Pink Flamingo Press). Honorable mention for short story goes to I.G. Frederick & Patrick for "“Aunt” Grace" (Smashwords Edition).
Winner of the Samois Anthology Award is Elizabeth Coldwell (ed.), "LIPSTICK LOVERS" (Xcite Books). The honorable mention goes to Wes Royal (ed.), for "Whatever Lola Wants (and Other Wicked Tales)" (FDC Publication).
Victorious in the Pauline Reage Novel category is L. M. Somerton for "The Portrait' (Total-E-Bound). The judges were unable to concur on second place honors this year with 27 novels submitted for consideration. Honorable mentions therefore go to The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies by Cassidy Browning & Reggie Alexander (Siren Publishing), Power Exchange by A. J. Rose (Voodoo Lily Press), Eve Portrait of Submission by Steve Maser (Pink Flamingo Publications), Beyond the Edge by Elizabeth Lister (MLR Press) and A Forbidden Love by Lee Dorsey (Pink Flamingo Publications).
The winner of the Cynthia Slater Non-fiction Article Award for the second year in a row is Mollena Williams, this time for "On Collars And Closure and Owning Myself" which appeared in her blog The Perverted Negress at http://www.mollena.com/. Ms. Williams also earned second place in this category for "Digging in the Dirt - The Lure of Taboo Role Play”, which appeared in Tristan Taormino’s (ed.) “The Ultimate Guide to Kink: BDSM, Role Play and the Erotic Edge” (Cleis Press).
Nominations for literary works published in 2013 will open late this year.
Congratulations to all who won and thank you to all who entered!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Help a writer out?
I spent 4 hours today working on the cover for my upcoming taboo novella "Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation" but I'm a perfectionist when it comes to fonts and I suck at making decisions.
Also, after 4 hours of work I get so caught up in the minutiae that I lose sight of the big picture. I can't see the forest for the trees.
So rein me in, why don't ya?
I've posted 3 possible versions of the cover. They're all very similar. When I started working on it, I kept thinking, "I really want this to look like a National Lampoons movie poster." Which makes soooo much sense for brother/sister (CONSENTING ADULTS!) incest erotica, right? Well, the story has a comedic slant too, so I guess that's where that impulse came from.
What's your gut reaction? Which one works best? AND is there anything on this cover that doesn't work, or could work better another way, etc?
Please let me know in the comments. I'm dyin' here!
Thanks so much,
|Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation: Version 1|
|Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation: Version 2|
|Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation: Version 3|
Hi Giselle and thanks for inviting me onto your blog!
With the summer coming up (erm… well, with the summer supposedly coming up if you live here in the UK) it’s been great fun writing and reading about the seaside! Victoria and Lucy, the editors of Smut by the Sea 2, have done a great job in choosing stories that fit well together yet are very different from each other.
My story, The Beach House, is a love story – a love story with some hot sex, naturally! We discover early on that Cally is desperate to see her first crush -‘the one who got away’ – again and, of course, he turns out to be equally pleased to see her. The story is set on the windy north Norfolk coast amongst the sand-dunes, a place I have visited and enjoyed. It is impossible not to be ‘blown away’ by the wild expanse of sea and sand up there, especially with gusts of about 60 mph! The sun does shine there sometimes, though, and Cally remembers summers spent there at the beach house as a child and in her teens. The reality of the old beach house is somewhat different, but it doesn’t matter because the two of them have some new memories to make…
Excerpt from The Beach House, by Bel Anderson
I step over the threshold and he reaches past me to flick the light switch, producing an electric-shock-type reaction from me as his arm brushes my shoulder, and nothing at all from the bulb in the ceiling.
“Maybe the electricity’s off,” he says, flicking the switch a couple of times for good measure.
It is. The old card-meter is card-less. Bang goes any vision I may have been entertaining of a cosy fire and us writhing naked on the rug in front of it. I remind myself that it was never going to happen anyway; only in my filthy mind. In any case, if there still is a rug, it’ll be full of dust and goodness only knows what else.
“Oh well.” He looks at me, his green eyes clear and so, so beautiful in the half-light of the hallway. I make a snap decision. I reach up to touch his face and then slip my fingers slowly into the luxurious thickness of his hair. I stand up on tiptoe and I pull his head down to mine. He doesn’t resist. His breath, warm and clean, mingles with my own as his lips part and slowly, tentatively, find mine. A small moan of lust escapes me as his hot tongue slides delicately, almost politely, between them. I return the pressure as my chest heaves against his and suddenly he’s devouring me, his hands roaming from my hair to my face, to my throat and back again. I bury my fingers in handfuls of his thick hair, stroke the plane of his cheek, finger the smooth line of his jaw; everything I’ve been longing to touch from the moment I saw him this afternoon. I close my eyes and let all thoughts fall away. I just want to feel.
Bel has previously been published in anthologies by Xcite books and has recently had stories published in Smut Alfresco and Smut by the Sea Volume 2. She is working on a non-erotic novel and also an anthology of erotic stories.
You can find her blog here: http://belandersonwrites.blogspot.com and her work here:
Monday, May 13, 2013
Sophie Calhoun has a good job writing for a hot women’s magazine. Her latest assignment is to do an article about how a strong, confident woman can look deeper into herself to find her centre. The only problem is Sophie feels lost. On a whim one morning, looking for the answers to her unwritten article and the silent turmoil in her heart, she takes a hike. In the wilderness she finds a very large man sitting alone, calm and still and smiling – everything Sophie wants to be. When he opens his eyes and that smile is directed at her, Sophie begins to find herself…
‘Now we move into downward dog.’ Joel’s rich caramel voice smoothed over Sophie.
If only she could feel gooey and bendy like caramel. Instead, she felt awkward and clumsy. She
pushed back with the heels of her hands as she’d been instructed. Tried to “sink” into the stretch
with the heels of her feet.
All she could think was what if I slip? What does my ass look like? And, of course, who farted?
Turned out that wasn’t so much of a myth. Someone had let one go and everyone was acting as if it
was no big deal at all.
Which, technically, it wasn’t. It was just a fart, after all. Everyone had gas at some point in their lif –
‘You’re drifting,’ Joel said, his voice very close to her. So close it made Sophie go rigid. ‘Let me help
you straighten your pose.’
He stepped up between her spread legs and settled his hands on her hips. Then he proceeded to
move her a little here, a little there, until the stretch blazed up her calves and the backs of her
hamstrings. It blazed somewhere else too, Sophie noticed as he lingered, tweaking her pose.
When he stepped back from between her legs, his hand stayed on her lower back for a beat before
being removed. ‘Good,’ Joel said.
He was big and tall and obviously fit. A shock of dark – almost black – hair and grey eyes. His voice
was as smoky and sensual as his body.
Sophie felt colour come to her face that had nothing to do with yoga or being inverted. The class
lowered slowly to a plank pose and her muscles started to tremble. In her mind’s eye it was easy
to put a face to it now. This man, down between her legs, his mouth on her. His fingers separating
and skating over her nether lips. Finding her slick opening and plunging deep, curling to tease her G-
spot until she gasped. Then taking her own juices, running up to find the needy swell of her clitoris.
Circling and circling until plunging back into her cunt to stroke her most secret places again, his
mouth sucking, his tongue nudging, licking, licking, licking until …
‘Now lower down into cobra pose,’ Joel said.
Sophie did, but as she did a noise burst out of her. Her body, on the verge actually coming, supplied
the small blip and flutter deep inside of an almost orgasm. The sound was half sigh, half moan, and
very, very sultry. Way too sultry for muscle stretching.
Joel chuckled softly. ‘Glad to know you’re enjoying class, Sophie. We’re glad to have you.’
She counted the heartbeats until class was over, she was so mortified. When Joel finally told them
to stand and everyone gave what seemed to be the customary “Namaste” a woman in green
leggings and a bright blue pullover whispered, ‘Don’t feel so bad. He has that effect on most of the
newcomers. Once he touches someone … they’re toast.’
Sophie tried to smile and waited to self-combust.
She nearly set a record changing back into her work clothes, but when she came out Joel called out
‘I was wondering –’ he said, sort of grinning at her.
Sophie caught the gaze of the green-legging woman. She was smiling, her look knowing.
‘Could I … call you? Take you out? Bring you wine and woo you with wild yoga tales?’ He smiled at
her and the lust that smile inspired struck right down through the centre of her like a lightning bolt.
‘Um, yeah … sure. In fact –’ She broke off, thinking maybe she shouldn’t say what she was about to
say. But fuck it. This whole “finding her centre” thing had taken her very close to thinking she was
nuts. Might as well act nuts, right? Maybe Joel was that missing something. ‘How about you come to
my place tonight. Bring that wine you mentioned and I can make a nice steak or – wait – do you eat
He nodded, eyes flashing with amusement. ‘I do. But thank you for asking.’
‘Good,’ she hurried on. Yes, this was it. This was a good thing. Maybe she was just in need of a date.
Maybe she was just horny. ‘And maybe a salad and whatever. We can just … we can talk. Get to
know one another.’
‘It’s a date,’ he said. He gave her his number so she could text her address.
‘Yes. It is a date,’ she said and hurried out of the studio. Kate was going to kill her!
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