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Shower Fittings Part One — Giselle Renarde
The steam caressed Michelle’s caramel flesh like wafting rose-scented clouds, rising and dissipating into the white of the ceiling. Warm water pelted her chest, tempting her nipples to pique in readiness for Sterling’s touch. He stepped into the shower all man, his muscular abs gleaming even before the water kissed their perfect contours. Her drenched [...]
Max Doesn’t Steal (Anymore) — Giselle Renarde
Max used to steal women’s underwear, but he doesn’t do that anymore. The first pair of panties he stole belonged to his sister. Max doesn’t like to think about that, because he was reprimanded so sorely when his mother caught him. “Those are for girls!” she’d howled as she walloped his bottom. He was only [...]
Prude’s Failsafe Advice for Eating Ass — Giselle Renarde
For a lot of years, I wouldn’t let anyone near my ass. Gloria changed me. Gloria was more adventurous in bed than anyone I’d ever been with, and her encouragement boosted my confidence. When she looked at me naked, I never felt ashamed. When she trailed those experienced fingers of hers down my ass crack, [...]
Max Alone in See-Through Panties — Giselle Renarde
They were predictably pink. Not all Max’s panties were pink, but most were. Various shades—hot pink, baby pink, some rosy, almost red. These ones were blush, like wine. They were mesh, a fine almost glossy fabric, and sheer enough that if you caught them at the right angle you could see straight through. Max didn’t [...]
On the Seventh Day — Giselle Renarde
Nobody told me yoga could be habit-forming. Then again, nobody told me anything about yoga at all. I discovered it in the wee small hours of the morning, when I was flipping through TV channels trying to put off the inevitable chore of going to bed. Insomnia had crept up on me so slowly I [...]
The Things She Says — Giselle Renarde
The things my girl says when she’s out West and I’m back East, boy, they melt me like butter! And usually her saucy ideas come out of nowhere. We’re just talking about whatever, chatting on the phone, and suddenly—bang!—my panties are slick and I’m counting the minutes until she gets home. Like the other day… [...]
Shower Fittings Part Two — Giselle Renarde