About gilrenard


Just a guy with rope.

On paper, I may appear to be similar to many. In reality, I am similar to few.

Anyone can talk a good fight, as the saying goes. I do much more than just talk - on a fairly exclusive level.

Half way to Heaven and a mile outta Hell, Ontario, Canada
Rope work, be it intricate and artistic, or tight and punishing, it depends on my mood.
Favorite Books:
Too many to list, but if I had to pick one it would be Don Quixote.
Favorite Authors:
The Bard, Franz Kafka, Charles Bukowski, Lee Childs, Ayn Rand, T.S. Elliott...the list goes on forever. And the person who wrote, 'Twist To Open' on beer caps.
Favorite Movies:
The Pope of Greenwich Village, The Godfather trilogy, Feast trilogy, Once upon a time in America, Goodfellas, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, Cube, Ichi the Killer, Seven Samurai, Bridges Of Madison County, Falling In Love, Tropical Thunder, Pineapple Express, Grandma's Boy, Nina Forever, Trick r Treat, The Riddle, Dead Girl, Bubba Ho Tep...too many to list.
Favourite TV Shows:
Justified. Green Wing. Penny Dreadful. Banshee. Ray Donovan. Sherlock-BBC. True Detective. Extras. The Office. Walking Dead. American Horror Story.Too many to list.
Favorite Music:
Rock and Roll, really, really loud Rock and Roll.


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Topic: RUMPLATIONS: Honky Tonk and Cyber Bar
Posted: 02 Jul 2017 07:56

Greetings all you sexy, perverted and beautiful Rumpers.

In honor of Canada's sesquicentennial anniversary coinciding with Lush's 'Filthy Story' completion, I was inspired and felt deeply compelled to pen a piece of Canadiana for the aforementioned competition.

I wanted to capture the breathtaking beauty of all the wondrous sights, sounds, smells, taste and the diversity that makes The Great white North so interestingly unique. I am very proud to be Canadian and very fortunate to live in Canada.

After much emotional reflection as memories of all the majestic Canadian landscapes, and beautiful, perverted Canadian ladies I have had the privilege and good fortune to experience in person. I realized that I could never accomplish what I so patriotically set out to do.

Besides, Pierre Burton and Margaret Atwood beat me to it. Read one of their books. Or listen to Rush, Joni Mitchell, Leonard Cohen, Neil Young, Diana Krall, The Tragically Hip, The Guess Who, or watch Crash (David Cronenberg, 1996) etc...

I wrote the story as I waited in airports and was in the air whilst travelling to two Canadian cities each week over the past month (for work, unfortunately). The story does have many Canadian references, is filthy, and was published on Lush on July 1st. I have no idea means btw.

I want to wish my fellow American perverts a very Happy 4th of July. Double shots of Crown Royal and Jack Daniels for everyone - on me.
Let's get this party started before I leave for the airport for the July leg of this tour. The link below is shortened, but still works!

I do hope you will take a moment to read my story - https://


Topic: Announcing the Winners of our "Passion" Poetry Competition
Posted: 20 May 2017 06:58

Brilliant comp - Brilliant winners. Congrats to all that entered.

Posted: 04 May 2017 16:32



Topic: Announcing our "Passion" Poetry Competition
Posted: 23 Mar 2017 10:20

I have heard it being said *glances around* that a dirty limerick which uses the word 'frottage' will do well.

There was a young man in a cottage
Whose smile was of maximum wattage...


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I’ll keep that in mind lol

There once was a girl named Jen.
With eyes that sparkled like gems.

She touched Gil's goatee.
And was put over his knee.

Now her tight, firm bum.
Glows as bright as the sun.
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Topic: Announcing our "Passion" Poetry Competition
Posted: 23 Mar 2017 10:13

i do think i managed to rhyme cock and clock, but that's about it, really :)
Clever girl. I do hope duct tape finds its way in your poem <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/evil6.gif" alt="evil4">

Topic: Announcing our "Passion" Poetry Competition
Posted: 22 Mar 2017 17:55

anything goes. mine is free verse as are many others. :)
Thank you sprite.

Topic: Announcing our "Passion" Poetry Competition
Posted: 22 Mar 2017 13:48

Will a poem written in free verse catch the eyes of the judges?
Or is the rhyme dictionary king of this comp?

Posted: 19 Mar 2017 16:22


Topic: Competition Top 10 Badge
Posted: 18 Mar 2017 18:16

You're causing Gav's blood pressure to raise further...

Let's take it one step at a time for now!

I have two teenagers, Nicola. No sympathy for Gav's blood pressure from me! <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/evil6.gif" alt="evil4">

Topic: Competition Top 10 Badge
Posted: 18 Mar 2017 09:55

kind of on board with this. :)

You have won 2 comps. Other authors have won multiple competitions, also. The Competition Winner badge should reflect that.
That is no easy achievement.

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Double Vision

I was singing a song by the Guess Who, in my head, on the drive from the airport to the Sheraton Saskatoon Hotel. Hoping that Burton Cummings was wrong about nothing ever happening in that small town. I exited the limousine as the driver retrieved my suitcase from its trunk. He thanked me for the generous tip and wished me a good day. I made my way to the Hotel’s reception desk to check...

Added 01 Jul 2017 | Category Hardcore | Votes 45 | Avg Score 4.98 | Views 5,027 | 33 Comments

Rope Marks: Part Three of Three.

I buzzed Cyra into my condo at seven sharp. She stood outside my door, took a deep breath and knocked three times. I opened the door and motioned for Cyra to enter. “Hi, again,” she smiled as she entered and got up on her toes to kiss me. “Hello again, Cyra,” I grinned. She bent at the waist and reached to remove her heels. “Keep your stilettos on. Disrobe,” I calmly ordered. “You don’t...

Added 04 May 2017 | Category BDSM | Votes 16 | Avg Score 4.88 | Views 3,920 | 11 Comments

Rope Marks: Part Two of Three

Cyra was filled with mixed emotions as she made her way back to the bar to meet Jake. She wondered if he would sense that she had engaged in a sexual act mere moments ago. “ A very satisfying and intense sexual act ,” she coyly grinned and thought to herself. As she pulled her hair back and tied it in a ponytail, the thought of being alone with Jake filled her belly with a flutter. She...

Added 03 May 2017 | Category BDSM | Votes 13 | Avg Score 4.92 | Views 3,161 | 10 Comments

Rope Marks: Part One of Three

A familiar melody greeted me as I pushed the glass door open and entered the Starbucks coffee shop in the lobby of the building I’m employed at, early on a Friday morning. That particular Starbucks has CDs for sale from local, independent musicians. The song bore many similarities to Van Morrison’s, Tupelo Honey. The lead vocals were cooed by a female singer with a seductive, raspy voice,...

Added 02 May 2017 | Category BDSM | Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.88 | Views 4,009 | 13 Comments

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You, a wanderess. Me, a wanderer. Our paths crossed on the journey in search of more. One moonless eve, under a starless sky, we invited the darkness in. In the dead of night you pleaded for more amidst our burning, virgin kiss. We came to life in the darkness. The unspoken need to stoke the fire inside us grew restless in our touch. Our odyssey required no light. We set sail on a journey...

Added 10 Apr 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 30 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,853 | 28 Comments

Editor's Pick Kinbaku: Fire and Ice

I could tell something weighed heavy on her mind. I mentioned that I had noticed a change in her and was a bit worried and that she could tell me anything. After a long silence she crawled on to my lap, tucked her arms and legs in to her body and nestled her head on my chest. It is her favorite position to be in, after we had fucked. She said that she didn’t know how to tell me, that...

Added 22 Dec 2014 | Category BDSM | Votes 41 | Avg Score 4.97 | Views 15,800 | 35 Comments

Audio Story Recommended Read Angel Whore: Renaissance

Pain, inevitable in my rope. Suffering, however, illusion. Warped. Bent. Flesh colored in mismatched hues. You imagine yourself in her place. You ache long after you've looked away. Observing leaves you hungry and drenched. You boldly ask for a tiny taste. For curiosity's sake, of course. I've dreamed of binding your soft breasts tight. I harden, at what new sounds you'd moan. ...

Added 31 Aug 2016 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 31 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,679 | 33 Comments

Editor's Pick Castle Thell

Castle Thell was an imposing sight in the dimming light of dusk. It was an impenetrable fortress. The four spires of the castle were the only part of the structure that was illuminated by the setting sun’s rays, liken to spears on fire. A stark comparison to the near black walls in the absence of the sun's light. The spires were a silent and fiery warning, to any who might happen across it....

Added 23 May 2016 | Category BDSM | Votes 38 | Avg Score 4.97 | Views 8,184 | 27 Comments

Editor's Pick Touch

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Added 08 Aug 2016 | Category Love Stories | Votes 28 | Avg Score 5 | Views 5,236 | 30 Comments

Audio Story The Sinner’s Prayer

I feel no guilt, contrition, repentance, or regret. I seek not forgiveness, absolution, or faith. But I do pray. Not to the heavens or celestial beings. I kneel and pray before an altar of flesh and fire. I kneel before you – as a hypocrite before the gates of heaven. And ask that you spread your legs, and hear my silent confession. Anoint my lips and tongue with your holy water....

Added 11 Nov 2016 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 25 | Avg Score 5 | Views 6,921 | 22 Comments

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Added 10 Mar 2016 | Category BDSM | Votes 51 | Avg Score 5 | Views 5,011 | 51 Comments

Finally Free

Gentle caresses nor soft kisses will ever sate her ache, only sharp, biting kisses. The sting of My strike burns her flesh, yet at once warms her soul. I stroke a need deep inside hidden from the world yet visible to Me. Kneeling, heart racing in suspense, goose bumps disguise my naked skin. Time ceases as He enters. I never knew a need could be so consuming until He entered me,...

Added 21 May 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 56 | Avg Score 4.96 | Views 1,779 | 57 Comments

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