New Release: Elementary, My Dear Kathryn

My kinktastic new lesbian threesome short is not for the faint of heart. Elementary, My Dear Kathryn is an anal fetish story featuring an enema and anilingus (rimming, in common parlance) and, yes, I know, it's not for everyone. Some people find this stuff really squicky. I'd say my story is more squeaky than squicky (like...squeaky clean) but I guess clean is a matter of degrees when we're talking about butts. LOL

I happen to find anal play super-hot, and if you do too, you might just LOVE this lesbian BDSM e-book. Hope so! :-)

Elementary, My Dear Kathryn

By: Giselle Renarde | Other books by Giselle Renarde
Published By: loveyoudivine
Published: Jul 28, 2011
ISBN # 5075_1057
Word Count: 5,673
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When they were children, Kathryn played the slave to Melanie. That was thirty years ago. Now Melanie's all grown, and she's got a Domme of her own, Pasha. When Melanie gets an invitation from her elementary school to attend their reunion, she and Pasha meet up with Kathryn for the first time as adults. Beautiful and bi-curious, Kathryn is still eager to submit to Melanie's whims. But Pasha calls the shots now, and Melanie will do to Kathryn only what pleases her Domme.

The hotel bed was a mess of pantsuits and dresses. “I didn’t know what to wear,” Kathryn explained, sheepishly picking up garments and hanging them in the closet. Melanie watched her white pumps step, step, step, crossing from bed to closet, closet to bed. Kathryn’s bare legs gleamed like they’d been waxed recently and polished with oil. Her dress was so tight it rode up her thighs as she walked, and she stopped every so often to pull down on the hem.

What a body! Kathryn’s defined abs were clear to see under that white spandex-like fabric. Her tits spilled out the top, only barely concealed by the noticeable white bra underneath. Melanie kept waiting for her old friend to bend the wrong way so she could catch a glimpse at two rosy nipples. Maybe Kathryn was the reason all those guys at the reunion had been staring at their table—it wasn’t about “the lesbians” at all.

Kathryn had certainly kept fit for something or someone. Her ex-husband, no doubt. She’d mentioned earlier that she sensed he was cheating before she knew it for sure. Maybe she started working out for him, in hopes he’d stay. Sad…

“What did Pasha mean?” Kathryn asked in a hush. “She said I know more than I realize about the submissive thing. What was she talking about?”

“Oh.” Now Melanie felt sheepish. She didn’t like introducing the concept to people who didn’t know much about their lifestyle. Some had a hard time understanding her devotion. Or maybe she just wasn’t very good at explaining herself. She knew in her heart what Pasha meant to her, but she could never seem to get the words out.

“Pasha’s heard all the stories of when we were kids,” Melanie said. “How you asked me to tell you what to do. I gave you commands and you carried them out: tie my shoes, eat a piece of liver, put that traffic cone on your head…remember that?” She couldn’t conceal her smile. “When we were really young, I mean.”

With a chuckle, Kathryn said, “Oh, yeah. That was stupid. I don’t know why I was like that. I just didn’t want to make decisions for myself, I guess.”

“It’s not stupid.” Melanie sat on the edge of the bed. It was comfy, and probably a king. Too bad they wouldn’t be fucking in it tonight, all three of them. She knew precisely what Pasha wanted.

The bathroom door opened with a squeak and Pasha called, “Come here, my dears.”

Sliding off the high mattress, Melanie walked directly to her Domme and sensed Kathryn following behind. “She is going to leave that dress on,” Pasha instructed.

Melanie offered a subtle nod and entered the bathroom. It was wonderfully large and sparkling white, in true hotel fashion. Pasha had pulled back the shower curtain. Her water bottle rested on the clean marble counter. It was full now, with warm water most probably, and the nozzle-lid was back on top. Pasha handed it to Melanie while Kathryn stood in the threshold. It was indeed warm. Not hot, but warm.

“Come inside,” Melanie said. She never knew how she knew what Pasha desired. The expectations were inside of her. For Melanie, being a true submissive meant anticipating Pasha’s needs and wishes, and acting on them without direction.

Tonight Melanie would clean Kathryn out and eat her ass. All for Pasha.

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CE3: Provoked Lover by Zenobia Renquist (Erotic Paranormal)

Caveat Emptor 3: Provoked Lover
by Zenobia Renquist

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 978-1-60521-663-8
Genre: Erotic, Paranormal/Fantasy, Vampire, Action/Adventure, BBW, Interracial, Magic
Price: $3.99

Sicily's emotions become confused when sex is the price of her vampire's protection.

After an attack leaves Theron's allies scattered, Sicily finds herself in the care of Lamon, a vampire who looks like he would rather kill her than protect her.

The unlikely pair must become very close -- sexual energy is necessary to disrupt the spell the mages are using to track Sicily.

Emotions become confused as their bodies entwine. Sicily finds herself falling for a man she can't have... or can she?

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      "You failed once already. You won't be given a second chance."
      "Unless you plan to keep her locked away forever, we have this puppet's entire lifetime to see the deed done. Are you so useless to your master that he would leave you to act as a guard dog to a lowly human for the next few decades?" The mage using Sicily's mouth made her laugh in a derisive manner that made her want to smack herself to make it stop.
      Lamon looked like he would do what she couldn't. Instead, he kissed her.
      Sicily stared at him in surprised shock. What was he doing?
      He walked forward, backing her roughly against the nearby wall. His tongue invaded her mouth and smoothed over her tongue several times, as though he were tasting her.
      He pulled back with a satisfied grin. "I know you now, you bastards. I may not be able to break the spell, but I can disrupt it."
      The mage said through Sicily, "Try it. Your words are empty and useless, just like whatever you have planned. Nothing can disrupt this spell."
      Lamon moved his hand from Sicily's neck and trailed it down her chest. A burning smell accompanied a thin trail of smoke rising from the path his fingers took. Sicily gasped when he tore open her shirt, along with her bra, and latched his mouth onto one of her nipples.
      A cry of pain escaped Sicily's lips as Lamon bruised her nipple with his sucking. She pushed at his shoulders and tried twisting away.
      He let her go and snapped, "Stop fighting me, you fool. This is for your own good."
      She snapped back, "I'll stop fighting when you stop hurting me. What are you doing, anyway?"
      "Sex. I need you to orgasm, the stronger the better. The chemical reaction of your body upon climax will disrupt their ability to monitor and control you."
      She gave him an incredulous look. "Wow. That's the best pick-up line I've heard to date."
      "If that was a pick-up line, I wouldn't be using it on you. I prefer my women --" He looked her over. "-- smaller."
      "Fuck you."
      "That's the general idea." He returned his mouth to her nipple.

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I'm so excited to announce I've got a new book available called KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS! It's a hot cowboy menage with some sexy BDSM thrown in, and it's available on ARe, KINDLE and NOOK!

Two ranch hands are better than one!

Karleigh Blake hasn’t take a vacation in years, so when her friend talks her into coming out to her Colorado ranch for some fun and relaxation, she jumps at the chance. Once there, she meets up with two hot and hunky ranch hands named Holden Donnelly and Mav Ryan who definitely know how to show a girl a good time.

It starts as two separate rolls in the hay, and she’s concerned she isn’t going to be able to hide that she’s sleeping with both of them. She's surprised when the two cowboys compare notes and decide they don’t mind sharing her – as long as they can do it at the same time!


Beauty must have sensed Karleigh the moment she walked into the barn because the mare whinnied in greeting at her. Lips curving into a smile, Karleigh took a sugar cube from the basket and held it out to the horse. The mare gently took the treat from Karleigh’s outstretched palm, then nuzzled her hand affectionately. Karleigh ran her hand over the mare’s silky chestnut coat with sigh. On the other side of the barn, Loverboy and Highwayman stuck their heads out of their stalls to look longingly at the female horse. Compared to Beauty’s love life, hers didn’t seem nearly as complicated, Karleigh thought. If she was careful and did some strategic planning, she could keep seeing both Holden and Mav without either of them finding out. How hard could it be?

The sound of the door opening interrupted her before she could answer that question. Startled, she turned to see Holden and Mav walking into the barn. Her stomach did a crazy little backflip at the sight of them. It should be illegal to be in a room with two guys this gorgeous.

Mav gave her a grin. “Where were you hiding all day?”

Had it been that obvious? Karleigh ran her hands down the front of her short, silk robe. She wished she’d worn something a little less revealing, but she hadn’t expected anyone to be on the ranch. Not that it would have mattered. Both men were undressing her with their eyes anyway. Heat pooled between her thighs, and she stifled a moan.

“I went shopping with Heather in Colorado Springs,” she said.

Holden hooked his thumbs in his belt, his fingers resting lightly on the big buckle. Karleigh heard somewhere that when a man did that, it meant he was thinking about sex.

“Mav said you two went for a ride and a picnic yesterday.”

Oh crap. She reached up to nervously tuck her long, blonde hair behind her ear. “Um, yeah.”

“You know,” Holden continued. “You should have told me you liked anal sex. We could have tried it out the other night.”

Double crap.

Karleigh stared at Mav in shock, unable to believe he’d told Holden they’d slept together. But why wouldn’t he? Mav had no idea she’d wanted to keep it a secret.

She tensed, bracing herself for the anger she was sure was headed her way, but to her surprise—and relief—neither man looked angry. In fact, they were grinning.

She looked from one to the other. “You’re not mad?

“Why would we be mad?” Holden asked.

She thought it would have been obvious. “Because I slept with both of you.”

“Oh. That.” Mav chuckled. “You’re a whole lot of filly. We don’t mind sharing you.”

She blinked. “You don’t?”

His dark eyes took on that smolder she was coming to recognize. “As long as we do it at the same time. Or more precisely, do you at the same time.” He slanted Holden a glance. “Isn’t that right?”

Holden’s grin broadened. “That’s right.”

Her eyes went wide. “You mean, like a threesome?”

Mav nodded. “Unless you’re not comfortable with that.”

Karleigh chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully. She’d never had a threesome, but the chance to have sex with two incredibly hot guys was too good to pass up.

She looked at them from beneath lowered lashes, her heart beating a little faster. “I didn’t say that.”

“So, what are you saying?” Holden asked.

“Just that I’ve never actually had sex with two men before,” she said. “But I’m all about trying new things. Especially when they sound like they’re going to be so much fun.”

Mav’s dark eyes flared. “Is that a yes?”

She gave them a sultry smile. “It’s most definitely a yes.”

He grinned. “We were hoping you’d say that.”

Karleigh wasn’t sure what the rules were when it came to having a threesome—or even if there were any. Fortunately, Holden and Mav seemed to know exactly what to do because they immediately walked over to her. She waited expectantly to see which of them would take the lead when Holden pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She looped her arms around his neck, her lips parting as his tongue took possession of hers. His erection bulged in his jeans and rubbed against her tummy, telling her how turned on he already was.

His hands went to the belt on her robe, giving it a tug. As it fell open, Mav stepped up behind her, slipping off the garment and leaving her naked. Being sandwiched between two rock-hard male bodies made her pussy purr, and she moaned against Holden’s mouth. He slid his hands in her hair, gently tilting her head back while Mav pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck. Two sets of hands roamed over her body, caressing her everywhere. She tried to focus on who was touching where, but she lost track. After a while, it felt like she had a dozen hands touching her body, not just four. And it felt damn good.

When hands finally buried themselves in her hair again, she decided that must be Holden. Which meant Mav was cupping her breasts. As he rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, his cock pressed against her ass, straining at the material of his jeans. The reminder of how delicious he’d felt inside her asshole made her moan, and she rotated her hips in invitation, silently letting him know she wouldn’t mind him doing it again.

Holden made enough room so Mav could slide his hand down her stomach to find her clit in the downy curls between her thighs. While he began making circles around the sensitive nub, Holden took over massaging her breasts. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipples before giving each of them a firm squeeze. Being touched in both places at once made the sensations that much more intense, and she let out an audible sigh as Holden pulled his mouth away to trail kisses down her neck.

Behind her, Mav brushed her ear with his lips. “Does this feel good?”

His breath was warm and moist against her skin, and she shivered. “Mm-hmm.”

“Would you like us to make you come like this?” Holden asked.

The way they were touching her was making it difficult to think, much less speak. “Us?”

Taking one hand from her breast, he slowly glided it down her stomach to join Mav’s between her legs. Ah, so that was what he’d meant.

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Anniversary post: Hippy meets Businessman: Sparks FLY

In print, 2 years ago today: ex-hippy clashes with sexy businessman resulting in hot fun (and suspense).

Setup: A threatening letter meant for Max Lerner was delivered to Layla Whitford, throwing these two strangers together. Max decides that he might be putting her in danger, so he arranges for a security guard … just until the critical merger he’s involved in can be finalized. But one thing leads to another, and suddenly Max and Layla are on the way to becoming more than acquaintances who were thrown together …

Nathan watched Layla sympathetically as she cried while hefting her weights. “He was a real bastard?”

Layla nodded miserably. “He acted like he cared and then he pushed me away.” She sniffled. “Man, am I stupid? I should know better. Men like that are all assholes.”

“Men like what?” Nathan asked.

“Businessmen. All they care about is the bottom line. My ex-husband was one and so is Max Lerner. They’re both the same. Why didn’t I see it? Paul always put business first…he always put the company first. That’s one reason we got divorced.” Layla glared at herself in mirror but couldn’t see much beyond her tears. “Well…that and the girl I caught him with, having sex in the boardroom. God, I can’t believe I almost repeated history! Am I stupid or what? And I almost got run off the road!” She hiccupped and hefted her fifteen-pound weights while Nathan companionably joined her, lifting his sixty-pounders. “He rejected me! He totally rejected me.” Layla looked at herself mournfully in the mirror. “Oh, hell, I’m old and I don’t have long legs and I’m not thin.” She sniffled. “I should have known better. Damn. I’m smarter than this! I’m not the kind of woman who would fit in with Max Lerner’s world. I’m not the kind of woman a guy like him wants to take around to his parties. I’m not his type.”

“You’re still beautiful though,” Nathan said loyally.

She looked at him with gratitude. “Thanks, Nathan. You’re a buddy.” She hiccupped.

The front door burst open and a stream of sunlight entered the gloomy workout area. Everyone turned to look as Max Lerner raced into the gym, tearing his sunglasses off his face.

“Oh son of a bitch,” Layla whispered. She dropped the weights and started to edge her way to the locker rooms but Max caught sight of her and strode across the gym to confront her.

“Where have you been?” His eyes flickered to the bruise on her forehead. “What happened?”

“Don’t yell at me!” A fat tear slid down Layla’s cheek. “I’ve had a bad day.”

Max shook her so hard her white curls bounced. “Where have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Why do you care? You threw me out. You fired me. Let go of me!”

“Not until you tell me. What happened?”

“Someone tried to run me off the road. My head hit the steering wheel.”

“What?” Max released her so quickly she staggered backward. Nathan stepped forward and gave her a supporting hand in the middle of her back.

“At the on-ramp to the interstate.” Layla wiped her face with the back of one hand. “Somebody cut me off and I skidded and almost went into the ditch. That’s when I hit my head.” She snuffled and dabbed at her face with the ratty T-shirt Nathan handed her. “Thanks.”

“Why did you leave?” Max demanded. “You’re supposed to have a bodyguard, Layla. Why did you leave alone?”

“Bodyguard?” Nathan asked, looking from Layla to Max.

Layla glared at Max, anger swamping her. “I was giving you the best blow job of your life and you told me to wait! Why wouldn’t I leave?”

Silence descended on the gym and every eye turned to regard Max with varying degrees of incredulity. Max’s face started to turn red.

“You told me to wait. I was sitting there doing—you know. But you had to go to a stupid meeting.” Layla shot him such a piercing look that Max actually felt pain.

“What an asshole,” Nathan said, awed.

Layla stomped toward the locker room. “Layla!” Max shouted, hurrying after her.

“Get away. Don’t you dare come near me.”

“Damn it, stop! I love you.”

She paused in mid-step. Nathan muttered, “You’re in for it now. Women take that kind of shit seriously.”

Max let out a huge breath. “I know,” he admitted in a low voice. “But it worked, didn’t it?” He hurried over to the locker room door. “Please. I have to explain.”

She looked at him, her chin quivering. “Max, you just don’t do things like that,” she said patiently, as though explaining a social faux pas to an idiot. “You can’t put me in second place like that. You can’t put me on hold.”

“I know. But it’s been years since I’ve been with someone like you.”

“What do you mean?” She looked away from him and stared at the floor. A tear dropped off her chin and splashed onto his shoe.

“I haven’t been with someone who’s important to me for a long time.”

She looked at him warily. “Important?”

Max hesitantly put his arms around her. “Yes. Important. I should have canceled the meeting. I should have done whatever you wanted.” He kissed her bruised forehead. “I should have been with you. If I had, there wouldn’t have been an accident.”

She leaned against him then straightened. “I’m sorry. I’ll get your suit sweaty and wet.”

Max just held her tighter.

“Is Jason worried?” she mumbled into his shirt.

Max stiffened. “I was worried.”

She peeked up at him. “What about Jason?” Then she smiled mischievously. “Just teasing.”

“Damn it, Layla.” He kissed her quickly and gave her another hug. “Get your stuff. We’re going to your house.”

“We are?”

“Yep. You need a shower and I’m just the man to do it.”

She gave him another wary look. “I don’t recall inviting you into my shower.”

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, a long, slow, burning kiss that made her tingle all the way to her toes. “Let me convince you,” he said when he released her.

“Oh.” Layla almost melted at the look in his eyes. “I’ll get my stuff.” She disappeared into the locker room.
* * * * *

Max turned around. Every man in the gym was staring at him. Nathan and Saul approached him with intent looks. “Hurt her and you get pounded,” Saul said. “She’s our mascot. She’s our girl.” Nathan nodded in agreement, flexing one ham-sized fist.

Max nodded. “I understand. I’ll do my best.”

“She was giving you a blow job and you told her to wait?” Nathan asked.

Max glanced around the gym. “I was stupid.”

Nathan shook his head as Layla came out of the locker room clutching her purse and clothing. “Stupid doesn’t cover it, man.”

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New Release: IN THE EYE, A BBA Menage Story

If you loved my multicultural MMF menage novella ALL THE WAY and now you'd like to read a similarly-themed story that's set in the summer rather than at Christmastime, here's your opportunity!

About In The Eye, a BBA Menage story

by Giselle Renarde
32 pages / 8900 words
Ebook zipped file contains - html, lit, Adobe and Sony optimized pdf, prc, epub

Dale and Xu are not your typical tornado-chasers. These guys don’t pretend to be in it for the research. It’s a thrill ride for them. Hell, they spend September to May bettering their minds as Grad students, and then spend most of the summer teaching seminar courses. This is their time to kick back before summer session starts. When Susitna begs to come along on their annual adventure, Xu is absolutely opposed to the idea. Dale convinces him to take her on as a driver so they can fulfill their fantasy of getting it on in the backseat during a storm--but they don't tell her that! How will Susitna react to the boys' storm fetish?


As Dale surged forward, the air seemed to get very heavy. He spotted Xu and Susi in the distance before he noticed the darkened cloud system over a bright afternoon sky. "Did you find Charlie?" he called to them, out of breath already. And then he heard the dog barking like crazy up ahead, and a familiar sense of trepidation overtook him.

Xu pointed way out into the distance. "What do you think?"

Jogging up to them, Dale stared up at the charcoal grey sky. The winds were picking up and, without any more warning than that, they were caught in a downpour.

"What the fuck, man?" Susi shouted, picking up Charlie and holding the puppy tight against her chest. Charlie stopped barking, and now sat quivered against her owner's ample cleavage. "Where did this come from?"

Dale couldn't offer any response. He'd planned on tracking storms, or at least seeing what the real storm trackers had to say this evening when they arrived at some cheap and cozy motel in Omaha or thereabouts. When he looked to his partner in crime, Xu said the same thing. "I haven't had a chance to listen in yet. I wanted to get my course-planning out of the way first." He held up his cell phone, shielding it from the onslaught. "I don't get reception out here."

"Wherever here is," Susi said through chattering teeth. Her dark, wet hair slapped her face, and she had to shout over the high winds. They should have been running, trying to escape this massive rainfall, but there was nothing quite so mesmerizing as a possibility.

You can buy a copy of IN THE EYE from Torquere Press!

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