Thursday, January 5, 2017

Secret, Sapphic and Spicy Confessions #truestory #erotica

In 2012, the good people at eXcessica published an anthology called Secret Confessions. It was a book of letter-style erotica—a whopping thirty-six first-person stories. I wrote those stories over the course six years.
The true (and true-ish, and not-even-close-to-true) tales in Secret Confessions were originally featured in periodicals like Hustler Fantasies (my family still can’t believe a sweet little thing like me has written erotica dirty enough for Hustler) and websites such as For the Girls and The Erotic Woman, as well as defunct sites like Every Night Erotica and Oysters and Chocolate.

Well, in 2015 I came back with more letter-style smut. After welcoming Sapphic Confessions: 24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories into the world early in the year, it was time to get spicy. Later that year eXcessica published Spicy Confessions.

Spicy Confessions includes twelve true, semi-true, and totally made-up sex stories. We’ve got bi girls and lesbians, Femdom, cougars, a cock cage, cousins in lust, a MILF who’s got the hots for her best friend’s college-age son, a Santa with a taste for pussy, naked hiking, polyamory, and so much more!

There’s so much to be excited about in this great little collection, because erotic confessions are just plain titillating. But you know what? I said it best in my introduction to the 2012 anthology Secret Confessions, so I’m going to replay it below…

…for your enjoyment…

No naughty encounter is ever complete until you tell somebody about it. And who doesn’t feel a tingle while reading a naughty story and wondering, “Is this true? Did that really happen?”

There’s one quality that unifies all confession-style erotic stories, no matter how sweet or how kinky: they’re all written in the first person. (I did this, I did that.) For that reason, when reading these stories, we’re particularly inclined to wonder if these stories are true. The author is writing as though they were (I ate her pussy, I sucked his cock), so why wouldn’t we believe it?
One of the best things about confession erotica is its unique capability to allow readers to suspend disbelief. When we hear these stories, we trust that we’re being told the truth. Even if we try to be rationally and consciously sceptical, we still believe, and there’s a bit of magic in that.

So, now I’m sure you’re wondering about the confessions in this collection. Are they true? Are they fiction? The answer is yes. Some stories are entirely fictional, pure fantasy. Others draw on real events, but aren’t entirely accurate. Of course, names have been changed, to protect the “innocent” parties.

Some stories are true, some are false, some are somewhere in between. Does it spoil the fun that I’ve made this confession? I don’t think so. I still haven’t told you which are which.

Giselle Renarde


  1. Funny, I don't think I've ever written a "confessional" type story, that I can remember. Way back, my DH and I bought a couple of copies of Forum, just for fun. The confession letters all seemed fake to me. Of course, that just might be because they were poorly written (which I am sure is not the case with your tales, Giselle).

  2. The idea that confessions imply admitting to doing something wrong is pretty outdated now, I guess. Or maybe not--the thrill of reading so-called confessions probably depends a great deal on the appeal of things that you've been taught to think of as wrong. Guilty pleasures are such fun! I used to debate with a former friend whether sex would stop being so much fun if it stopped being, to any extent, forbidden.

  3. Jeez, Giselle- Even your descriptions of these are sexy. AND the intro. Some people just have a knack for that sort of thing. ;>)

  4. "Does it spoil the fun that I’ve made this confession? I don’t think so. I still haven’t told you which are which."

    I love this introduction, and I think there's something really titillating about wondering where the grains of truth lie...


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