Kinky Couples, Sexy Surprises: Sexy Surprises, #16

By Giselle Renarde

Delve into the seductive realm of "Kinky Couples, Sexy Surprises," a titillating anthology of six spicy stories that explore the tantalizing world of married couples embracing their deepest desires through BDSM.

 

Unleash your imagination as these adventurous couples surrender to the allure of dominance and submission, discovering new heights of pleasure. From titillating dress-up to intense power dynamics, each tale takes you on an exhilarating ride where passion knows no boundaries.

 

Witness the unbreakable bond between partners as they navigate the realms of pleasure, trust, and intimacy. Prepare to be captivated. You won't regret it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Giselle Renarde
• Release date: Jul 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223918103

Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

Book preview

Kinky Couples,

Sexy Surprises

6 Erotic Stories

Giselle Renarde

An Appreciation for Beautiful Things

The antique mirror wore its age with pride—black splotches, veining, and all.  After Dell bought it, he removed the backing and popped off the gaudy gold frame.  He didn’t plan on hanging it.

Clearing the clutter from Genevieve’s night table, Dell set the mirror down flat.  Perfect—an ideal showcase for the gorgeous silver hairbrush that had come down through her family.  That brush started life paired with an equally ornate dressing table mirror. Splitting them up?  That was his mother-in-law’s bright idea.  That’s how Genevieve ended up with the lonely brush while her sister walked away with a hand mirror.

Not that it mattered anymore.  Dell had found an alternate partner for Genevieve’s brush, and their wabi-sabi union was beautiful in its own right.

He asked her to close her eyes as he guided her into the bedroom.

Okay, now open them.

Genevieve looked around, like she was searching, searching, searching... for something different.  Dell saw in her face when she found it.  She smiled rather more gently than he’d anticipated, and said, You cleaned my night table.

Yes, that too.  Dell pulled Genevieve to the bedside.  But look—I found a mirror to go with your brush.  I cleaned them both—don’t worry, I was careful to preserve the patina—and set them out so you’d see them first thing every morning.

Oh, neat.  Her smile was a fake.  Looks good.  Everything you put together looks good.  That’s why I leave the decorating to you.

She obviously wasn’t excited about the remarriage of vanity pieces, and that hurt Dell in a way he couldn’t fully articulate.

You don’t like it.

No, I do.  I really do.  She flopped on the bed and groaned.  Sorry, it’s not you.  Just one of those days.

He sat beside her, brushing pale orange wisps from her eyes.  Despair didn’t suit her pixie face, but he couldn’t fathom what had upset her.

Is there anything I can do? he asked.

No, just...  With a heaving breath, she sat up.  My mom thinks you’re gay.

I know.  She’s not exactly shy with the flagrant accusations.  Dell stared into Genevieve’s quixotic green eyes, but he didn’t find what he was looking for.  What are you so worried about?

She looked helplessly to the night table.  You’re not... are you...?

"You’re asking if I’m gay?"

She smiled, and then rolled her eyes.  Sorry.  I’m an idiot.  It’s my mom—she’s poison.

No, no—I get it.  Dell wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her hair.  Only a gay man can have an appreciation for beautiful things.  And how ridiculous is that?  Aren’t straight men supposed to have an appreciation for beautiful women?

You’re right.  She chuckled softly.  It doesn’t make any sense.

I’ll never be your caveman, he said in all seriousness.  I love you.  I desire you.  I would give my life for you.  But I’ll never be a belching, beer-swilling brute.  That’s not who I am.

Thank god.  Her eyes darkened.  I mean, half your appeal is that you’re... the way you are.

Dell cocked his head.  Gay-ish?