Review: Giselle Renarde’s Nanny State

Except for the work of a few friends (Guy New York, Sinclair Sexsmith) I don’t find that much erotica that really turns me on. Well, not much that is being published this decade.

51geyortszlNow, there is a lot of erotica out there, so part of that is just not being able to find erotica that suits me. I am very much not into romance genre erotica, which is most of what is out there. Billionaire, werewolves, the ever present cocky alpha. These are things that as so far from what turns me on that I’m better off reading cricket scores to get off.

That all being said, I search. I’m happy to take recommendations. read more

New Girls

He laughed his cruel laugh again as she felt the old rug grind against her naked knees.

“Listen, you’re just the new girl, you don’t think you deserve my cock all for yourself do you?”

The two other girls smirked and snickered. read more

The Routine

It felt good to have daily routines. It made her feel rooted. The same breakfast every morning; oatmeal with a banana in the winter and fall, yogurt and granola in the summer and spring. She always took the 8:14am train into the city. She always got to the station early and bought the Times and a medium coffee; skim milk, no sugar.

Three days a week she went to the gym before work. Chest and biceps on Tuesday, shoulder and triceps on Thursday, and back and legs on Saturday. She used a helpful guide to get the best supplementation for her workout routine and body goals.

On Sundays she made and packed lunches for the week. A lean protein, two vegetables, no starch, and a piece of fruit. read more

The Order of Dionysus: The Pass

There really wasn’t anything special about her. Well, other than her curiosity.

I saw her almost every day on the A train. She often wore that sort of post collegiate uniform of the early 2000s; tight dark blue jeans tucked into calf high leather boots, a gauzy white blouse, various Anthropology accessories.

Yet there was something unique about her smile and the way she looked around the subway car. No phone in her hand, no book, just perusing people. read more

Bottoming to a Man

He was a somewhat famous and remarkably talented artist and educator. Ten years older than me, or so. He was taller and broader than me, with a large thick beard. We had met and spoken a few times, but he saw me walking around at an event with my pant legs folded up with purple socks and sock garters and he complimented me on my calves. He later approached me and said he would love to cane my calves. I accepted, nervously.

There was something very different about the way he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and pushed me against a wall. He asked if I would be a good boy for him. I nodded, “yessir,” my head going into a very different space that I was used to.

Then he started hitting me, reasonably hard, on the calves with various thickness of canes. Most of the time he held me by the back of my neck of pit his large hand on my back to steady me. It’s something I started doing in scenes, maintaining a physical connection and a reminder of control. read more

Girls’ Night In

Friday night was for going out. Saturdays were for brunch and adventures. Sunday though, Sunday was girls’ night in.

Well, theoretically. I actually didn’t go out much on Fridays or Saturdays, but my roommate did. She took pity on me though and would watch dumb tv shows and silly movies with me on Sunday.

“Becca, popcorn?” my roommate Cassie shouted from the kitchen. read more

The Sexy Cats of Halloween

I’m not sure how or why, but one Halloween I decided to collect stray cats.

It started on the L train. Her name was Bianca, she was in college. She seemed a little self conscious about how low cut her dress was and how the tops of her thigh highs were visible when she walked because her dress was so short.

Her costume was just a black dress, black thigh high stockings held up with a pretty garter belt, cat ears, and whiskers drawn on her cheeks. read more

Stay

In the beginning it was just a simple rule. Stay put. It made her nervous and excited. It made her happy because it was an easy rule to follow. It made her pout because it was too easy, she wanted to show him that she could do more. She could be a good girl. She could be useful in all sorts of ways.

The place she was asked to stay was his lap, which was sweet. She tried to be still as he typed on his computer. Occasionally he got up, but she was to stay in the living room, waiting for him to return.

He brought her tea and petted her hair and she tried to be patient and unobtrusive while he worked. read more