Impact Play Sexy Surprises: Sexy Surprises, #40

By Giselle Renarde

Step into a world where desire meets domination in "Impact Play Sexy Surprises," an invigorating collection of six spicy short stories that explore the electrifying world of BDSM and impact play. From the crack of a whip to the sting of a bare hand, each tale invites you to indulge in the thrill of sought-after spankings.

 

Explore the depths of pleasure and pain as characters surrender to their deepest desires and embrace the seductive power dynamics of BDSM. From playful encounters with hairbrushes to intense sessions with leather, these stories offer a tantalizing glimpse into the exhilarating world of impact play. 

 

Prepare to be captivated by the irresistible allure of "Impact Play Sexy Surprises" as characters navigate the intoxicating blend of pleasure, pain, and decadent submission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Giselle Renarde
• Release date: Apr 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224587940

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

Impact Play

Sexy Surprises

6 Erotic Stories

Giselle Renarde

Trust Me

I’m fully naked.

She’s fully dressed.

Under cover of darkness, she’s managed to convince me to come out with her, out to the back garden. This is so unlike me, to be naked outdoors.  Just her backyard, you might say, but a backyard is still visible to neighbours. Sure it’s three in the morning. Sure she’s got a high wooden fence. But say the couple next door can’t sleep. Say they get out of bed to look out the second storey window. That hedge would probably block their view, but you never know.  You just never know.

I curl my arms around my bare breasts as she sits on the stone bench.  When she sees me concealing my nakedness, she takes hold of my hands. She stretches my arms out at my sides to get a good look at me.

Does she like what she sees?  I wish she’d give me some indication. I’ve betrayed my boundaries for her.  The least I deserve is a nod or a smirk.

Instead, she tugs me into her lap—no, not so I’m sitting. The other way. She’s upended me.  She’s got my ass in the air.  She’s got my head hanging so close to the ground I can smell the damp aroma of earth and grass in the pre-dawn hours.

I steady myself, palms pressing against the thick, lush lawn.  Why would she overturn me like this?  Well, that question’s got an easy answer.  Why else would she expose my ass to the cool night air?

My bare skin tremors as she circles her hand slowly around one cheek, then the other.  She doesn’t have to tell me she loves my ass.  That much is obvious.  It shows in the way she touches it gently, touches the smoothness of my skin.  It shows, also, in the way she strikes my innocent flesh so firmly it rattles my bones.

I wish I had something to bite down on or scream into, but I have nothing out here. Only the crisp night air, and you can’t bite that.  Every time she smacks my ass, it burns like the fires of hell. Every spanking lands in the perfect place, centered on one cheek or the other. My skin blazes with every blow.

Imagine if I were to scream each time her hand slapped my poor naked skin.  Imagine if I were to let loose, wriggle and writhe and cry like I do indoors.  Imagine if I were to do all that out here.

The neighbours would come to the window for sure.  They’d call the cops, most likely.

She must know I’d never do that to her.  She must trust me that much.

© 2018

A Brighter Shade of Kale

R eal men don’t eat kale, he says.

Is that so? she asks, cautiously.  I bet you’ve got a problem with quinoa too.

Big problem. Hoyt comes up behind Christina at the kitchen sink and wraps both hands around her shoulders. Quinoa looks like baby fingernails.

She feels the swell of his cock against her ass and wonders how he can possibly be ready to go again.  They were at it all morning.  Her poor worn-out