Guest Blogger: Sierra Cartwright

by | May 10, 2013 | | 1 Comment

On His TermsCan you keep a secret?

I’ve got a confession to make.

Before I ever had the opportunity to experience a taste of BDSM, I was a voracious reader. That was in the days before electronic readers, when you had to go into a small, tucked-away section of a bookstore to find adult material. Often there were men browsing the same shelves. And I always loved carrying my purchases to the front of the store. The cash registers always felt like they were a long way off!

A lot of the material that I found didn’t appeal to me, but some of it did. I found the Story of O, along with the Marketplace series. I devoured these books and wanted more.

And here’s my secret…I wondered what it might be like to go through BDSM training.

In my fantasies, a trainer is a Dom with super powers. Rather than getting involved in a relationship, they’re committed to helping form a submissive’s thoughts and ideas as well as her actions. There was something about that dispassion and commitment that spoke to me on a very personal level.

In On His Terms, my latest book from Total-E-Bound, I was able to explore some of those dynamics. I took a very strong, ambitious heroine, Chelsea, and pitted her against a Dom of my dreams.

Master Alexander is a no-nonsense man. He’s a Dominant who used to train submissives. Chelsea has had a taste of submission, and she wants to capture the attention of Evan C, an up-and-coming rock star. Evan C is also a Dom who has found Chelsea’s skills to be lacking.

With the same determination that this PR go-getter has brought to every area of her life, Chelsea figures out a way to meet Master Alexander, determined to convince him to train her.

Chelsea soon learns that he’s not like most of the men she knows. She soon realises that being with him means that everything, everything, will be on his terms. He won’t settle for anything less than her abject surrender. He won’t let her off the hook until he knows her every bit as well as she knows herself.

As for Master Alexander, something about this particular woman intrigues him. Before her, he never had a problem training a sub just to hand her over to another man. But the more they interact, and the better he gets to know her, the less he wants to see her with Evan C, or any man for that matter…

I hope you enjoy this peek at the first interchange between Chelsea and Master Alexander, where she learns just how uncompromising he can be. (Oh, did I mention, he’s definitely a Dom who stole my heart?)

 

When one of the servers came near, Chelsea signalled for a glass of wine. She was going to need the fortification. She had no problem at all promoting others or her firm. But exposing her secrets? That required courage.

She took a long drink of her wine, then gripped the stem as if it were a lifeline. “I didn’t know I liked kink until one of my boyfriends blindfolded me.”

“What did you like about the experience?”

Several Doms and subs moved into the living room, and she looked around nervously.

“Eyes on me,” he instructed.

Damn. He was relentless. She caught a glimpse of what he might be like as a trainer, and it terrified her as much as it intrigued her.

“Or excuse yourself now.”

She looked up from where she’d been staring into the depths of her wine.

He missed nothing.

“I liked that I had no idea what would happen next. My hearing seemed heightened. And when he touched me, the sensation was magnified.”

“Go on.”

“One guy would sometimes swat my bottom when I passed him.” She had no idea this would be so embarrassing. There was nothing sexual about the conversation, rather, the facts were somewhat clinical. But that didn’t stop her from blushing. “Last Halloween, I attended a BDSM party. Compared to this…” She swept her hand around. The gathering at Master Damien’s house was for people who lived the lifestyle. “Well, most of us were just dabbling. We wore outfits we bought at the costume store, but afterwards my date tied me up for the first time. It was just to his bed, and he used a light whip on my ass. I liked it. Well, enough to explore more. I wanted more experiences, but he said it really hadn’t worked for him all that well. He didn’t like hurting me. Even though I promised him he hadn’t.”

“You’re telling me most vanilla guys aren’t interested in spanking an ass like that?”

She blinked.

“I noticed you when you first came in, and you wore that skirt hoping I would.”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I did.” It was one size smaller than she bought for business meetings, and she’d never wear it out in public. The material hugged her rear so tight she was nervous about sitting down.

“So show me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Lift your skirt to your waist, turn around, spread your legs as far as you can, then bend over and grab your ankles.”

For a moment she could hardly breathe. He said nothing further, and he looked unconcerned, as if it didn’t matter to him one way or another whether she did as he said. She recognised it as a test, though.

He extended his hand to accept her glass. That was probably for the best—she was suddenly afraid of dropping it. He slid the stem onto the mantelpiece, then used his thumb to tip back his cowboy hat.

 

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Guest Blogger: Erzabet Bishop

by | May 7, 2013 | | 2 Comments

I’m delighted to have Erzabet Bishop here to talk about Smut by the Sea and what inspired her to write a story for the second volume. Take it away, Erzabet!

 

Thanks for having me here today to talk about Smut by the Sea Volume 2! If you are looking for stories that resonate ocean themed vacations and waterside fun,  this book is for you. If you missed the first volume, you should definitely pick up a copy. That is where I first fell in love with the extraordinary combination of Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse and the very talented authors within.  Every story in the first book screamed ocean getaway and I knew I had to write one for the second volume. Whether it is a saucy romp through an ice cream parlor or a boardwalk escapade, these volumes will make your summer.

My story is about an author that has moved to the seaside and has a crush on her lovely neighbor Allyse. Hesitant about her feelings, she looks longingly from afar until one day when Allyse invites her over for lunch. The story is a tale of mermaids, awakening passions and the sea. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Excerpt from Cerulean by Erzabet Bishop

“Hello neighbour.”

I turned around and there was Allyse, a shimmering robe loosely draped around her, barely secured with the tie. The fluttering of the breeze loosened it and I felt my mouth go dry as the covering slipped and I caught a peek of an erect nipple before she adjusted it back in place.

“Hi yourself.” A blush was creeping up my neck and I struggled not to let on how she was affecting me.

“I was wondering what you were doing for lunch.” Allyse tossed her red hair and the sun flashed in her cerulean eyes.

Oh wow.

 

Just for fun:

Favorite ice cream: anything chocolate

Cheeseburgers or sushi: Bring on the burgers

Monster movies or classics: Monsters all the way.

Beer or wine: Neither. Water please.

Favorite snack while writing: Chocolate covered bridge mix

 

 

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Smut by the Sea: Volume 2 contains tales from Victoria Blisse, Bel Anderson, Tilly Hunter, Cass Peterson, Rachel Randall, Delyth Angharad, Giselle Renarde, T. C. Mill, Tamsin Flowers, Erzabet Bishop, Lucy Felthouse, Tenille Brown, Kate Britton, Annabeth Leong and Jillian Boyd.

eBook Available Now!

 

About the author:

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could first pound keys on her parent’s old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, a holiday kink anthology, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2 (coming this summer), Dirty Little Numbers (coming soon) and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.

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Gracefully Aroused: The Best of K D Grace

by | May 6, 2013 | | 0 Comments

The Best of K D GraceFrom a love spell that doesn’t quite go to plan to a farmhand who needs a little discipline; from a woman who is addicted to the confessional to a personal trainer with a very unorthodox method of guaranteeing his clients they’ll look fab come bikini season, K D Grace will tell you a naughty story with a twist. Before there was Ms Holly and the Pet Shop, before there were sexy ghosts, before Grace Marshall upped the romance ante, K D Grace was into quickies, and here’s a selection of her naughtiest.

Hired Hand
Pretty city boy, Tim Harris, is the last man Suzie Sheridan would have hired to help her on the farm had he not been the only one who applied for the job. But with strict discipline generously applied in all the right places, even Suzie is amazed at just how good a hired hand Tim turns out to be …

Personal Trainer
Penny Davis can’t afford to hire a personal trainer to get her fit for bikini season until ex-military hard man, Hawk Sturgis, offers her an unorthodox fitness regimen and an even more unorthodox payment plan, guaranteed to have her heating up the beach in her new bikini just in time for the summer hols.

Accidental Hitchhiker
On a road trip across America, Liz Martin’s car breaks down in the middle of nowhere South Dakota, and the ride a Good Samaritan lorry driver offers her is not exactly the one she expected.

Productivity
Under the careful supervision of his unorthodox management consultant, a stressed company CEO learns a hands-on technique guaranteed to up productivity.

Flaws
Love spells are the most dangerous kind of magic. Mick Denver learns the hard way when he enlists Sally Haddon, a witch who specialises in sex magic, to help him win the affections of his new co-worker, the exquisite and dangerous Darlene.

Hard Times at the Nymphomaniac Rehabilitation Facility
Sadie’s sexual appetite is out of control, and a spell at the Nymphomaniac Rehabilitation Facility is intended to put it right. It isn’t long before fellow inmate Carol is showing her how to bend the facility’s strict rules, earning them both punishments that are more than worth the crime.

Confessions
Confession is good for the soul, but Hail Marys and Our Fathers aren’t nearly enough to gain absolution when Jilly confesses to an unsuspecting priest that confession makes her come.

Excavations
While volunteering on an archaeological dig, Gina and Mike discover new and exciting ways to help their workaholic professor relieve stress – and he introduces them to one or two methods of his own, which are far from academic.

Seeing Red
We all give off body heat, but only Jenny can see the red glow it gives off, darker and more intense the more turned on we become. When she’s compelled to follow a fellow bus passenger whose scarlet desires are too powerful to ignore, she learns the real secret of her unique vision.

Pheromones
An unusually powerful sense of smell gives Chloe the ability to sniff out the scents of people in lust. When she volunteers for a research trial into pheromones, she doesn’t realise the scientist in charge will have the perfect, sexy aroma she’s always craved in a lover.

Available from:
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Coming soon to all other good eBook retailers.

 

Hired Hand

It irritated Suzie the way Tim Harris worked without a shirt, like he didn’t know how distracting that was. She watched him muck out the barn, grunting slightly with each thrust of the pitch fork, breathing heavily from the effort. If she closed her eyes she could easily imagine him doing something else. To her.

She dragged her gaze away from the hard play of muscles, muscles that, no doubt, came from some cushy air conditioned gym, which is probably where he got his tan.

Working bare-chested might cool him down a bit, but it only made her hotter. She had nearly forgotten the clit-stiffening scent of sweaty maleness, earthy and slightly piquant, a scent that, amid the barnyard animal smells, caused her own animal nature to squirm and stretch and sniff.

He was too damn good looking to be a real hired hand. From Chicago, he said, by way of London – in England! He arrived complete with an accent that never failed to make her tits tight. Rural Missouri was a long way from London. What would a pretty city boy know about farming? He would have been the last man she would have hired had he not been the only one who applied for the job.

‘Let me see your hands,’ she commanded.

He jumped and nearly dropped the pitch fork. ‘I didn’t hear you come in, Suzie.’

She tried to keep her eyes on his and not the muscles of his belly, tensing and relaxing into his low-slung jeans that always seemed to be hiding something just barely contained, something she hadn’t stopped thinking about since he arrived at Sheridan Farm.

He removed his gloves and held his hands out, palms up for her inspection, offering her a warm smile. ‘Blisters are healed. I’m starting to get callouses.’

‘About damn time. I’m not paying you to be an invalid.’ She couldn’t help herself; she gave his palms an open-handed stroke, thinking how good those callouses would feel against more sensitive parts of her body.

As she did so, he dropped a glove. She stooped to pick it up, closer to his groin than she intended, close enough to notice his package was straining his Levis this morning. The tangy, male rutting smell made her mouth water. Suddenly the sweat between her breasts wasn’t the only moisture she was feeling. She fought back the urge to jerk open his fly and bury her face against his bulge, reminding herself she hadn’t earned the respect of the other farmers without discipline and self-control.

After her father’s death, she kept the family farm working against all odds, and she wasn’t going to let some city boy’s bulging jeans slow her down. She stood quickly and handed back his glove.

‘I’m going into town to get the seed corn. You can drive a tractor, right?’

‘I can drive anything you need me to drive,’ he replied.

She assumed that meant he didn’t know a standard transmission from a pogo stick. But when the time came Tim was as good as his word. Ike Melbourne had offered her the use of his tractor for the day, since his son was getting married. While Tim ploughed the field behind the barn she used Ike’s tractor to plant the south 40. It was supposed to rain on Wednesday. With the extra tractor hopefully they’d be done before the weather hit.

She planned to plant into the night, breaking long enough to tend livestock before dark. She hurried about feeding the chickens and the pigs, hearing the steady purr of Tim’s tractor in the field behind the barn. She was checking the water tank in the pig pen when she noticed the silence.

Wiping her hands on her jeans, she walked around the side of the barn. Beyond the stand of oak and elm just on the other side of the fence the tractor stood empty and silent.

*****

K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.

K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel,Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, books one and two of her Executive Decisions Trilogy are now available.

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Guest Blogger: Elodie Parkes

by | May 4, 2013 | | 0 Comments

posterwidelargeThank you for inviting me to the blog for the release of The Last Time, my latest contemporary, erotic romance. Available May 1, 2013, from Eternal Press

Just a little about me to let your readers know who I am.

I live in rural England, United Kingdom and I work in an antiques shop as well as writing. I have two dogs that keep me fit with their need for walks. Love the countryside and the coast.

I write romance, contemporary, and erotic with a twist of mystery, suspense, or the paranormal, now and then. I like to make the story unusual in some way, by a quirk in the tale.

I started writing when I was seventeen. Life intervened in my writing time and I stopped serious writing for some time. I started writing again seriously a couple of years ago, because I had so many stories in my head.

*****

The Last TimeThe Last Time

Actor Seth Carbery swears he will never fall in love again, that is until he meets private detective Bethany Snow.

Something strange is going on. Seth and other members of the movie cast and crew are receiving threatening letters, but no threat has ever been carried out… yet. Bethany Snow is sent on location by the Black Agency to investigate, and guard Seth Carbery against danger.

The case is not what it first seems and even when Bethany thinks it could be over, a new twist means she becomes a target.

Seth and Bethany find they can’t keep their hands off each other.

Who is sending the letters and why? Does Seth have a secret admirer or stalker?

With steamy romance, graphic love scenes, and a quirky story of what people do for love this erotic romance is for adults only.

*****

Excerpt 18+

Seth made a little sound of need. He felt he was in a fog of lust and sensation, surprised he was thick and hard again.

Bethany took as much of his length into her mouth as she could. She sucked and swirled her tongue around the shape of him. She moved her lips up his shaft and then nuzzled the velvet end of him.

Seth was beginning to thrust his hips and sigh. He felt Bethany’s hair spread out across his stomach. It felt soft and teasing. He reached to grasp a handful, as Bethany began to do the best thing he had ever felt with her mouth, her tongue, her hands cupping him, grasping him, until his entire body was sensitized, and then it all began to pool in the bottom of his stomach, and then lower. Between his thighs where she cupped him was pulsing with sensation, and he was moaning and thrusting.

Bethany sucked suddenly deeper, harder, and he was coming, moaning with the intense feeling. He heard himself groan. It lasted a long time and Bethany held him until he had finished. She was very gentle taking him out of her mouth. Seth moaned a little feeling a loss. Bethany kissed up his body and left a wet trail across his nipples, her own hardened peaks brushing his body.

Seth held her head and brought her face to his. He realized she must have swallowed his seed, and only a trace of the taste was on her lips as he tenderly kissed her.

She moved back just slightly to whisper against his lips.

“Seth, put your fingers in me. Feel how much I need you. I’ll come very quickly if you just let me move on them. You’re so delicious.”

Seth was enchanted by this. He hadn’t been with that many women, and none of them had talked like this, nor made love like this.

He kissed her again and tenderly pushed his fingers into her. Her gasp of pleasure and the way she began to move on him almost had him moaning again. He held her head and kissed her softly as she murmured against his lips, coming just as she had said very quickly. He left his fingers inside her, and then kissed her hard, holding her head with his hand tangled in her hair.

****

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*****

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Inventing Herself by Sommer Marsden

by | May 3, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Inventing HerselfSophie Calhoun has a good job writing for a hot women’s magazine. Her latest assignment is to do an article about how a strong, confident woman can look deeper into herself to find her centre. The only problem is Sophie feels lost. On a whim one morning, looking for the answers to her unwritten article and the silent turmoil in her heart, she takes a hike. In the wilderness she finds a very large man sitting alone, calm and still and smiling – everything Sophie wants to be. When he opens his eyes and that smile is directed at her, Sophie begins to find herself…

Available from:
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*****

Excerpt:

‘Now we move into downward dog.’ Joel’s rich caramel voice smoothed over Sophie.

If only she could feel gooey and bendy like caramel. Instead, she felt awkward and clumsy. She pushed back with the heels of her hands as she’d been instructed. Tried to “sink” into the stretch with the heels of her feet.

All she could think was what if I slip? What does my ass look like? And, of course, who farted?

Turned out that wasn’t so much of a myth. Someone had let one go and everyone was acting as if it was no big deal at all.

Which, technically, it wasn’t. It was just a fart, after all. Everyone had gas at some point in their lif –

‘You’re drifting,’ Joel said, his voice very close to her. So close it made Sophie go rigid. ‘Let me help you straighten your pose.’

He stepped up between her spread legs and settled his hands on her hips. Then he proceeded to move her a little here, a little there, until the stretch blazed up her calves and the backs of her hamstrings. It blazed somewhere else too, Sophie noticed as he lingered, tweaking her pose.

When he stepped back from between her legs, his hand stayed on her lower back for a beat before being removed. ‘Good,’ Joel said.
He was big and tall and obviously fit. A shock of dark – almost black – hair and grey eyes. His voice was as smoky and sensual as his body.

Sophie felt colour come to her face that had nothing to do with yoga or being inverted. The class lowered slowly to a plank pose and her muscles started to tremble. In her mind’s eye it was easy to put a face to it now. This man, down between her legs, his mouth on her. His fingers separating and skating over her nether lips. Finding her slick opening and plunging deep, curling to tease her G-spot until she gasped. Then taking her own juices, running up to find the needy swell of her clitoris. Circling and circling until plunging back into her cunt to stroke her most secret places again, his mouth sucking, his tongue nudging, licking, licking, licking until …

‘Now lower down into cobra pose,’ Joel said.

Sophie did, but as she did a noise burst out of her. Her body, on the verge actually coming, supplied the small blip and flutter deep inside of an almost orgasm. The sound was half sigh, half moan, and very, very sultry. Way too sultry for muscle stretching.

Joel chuckled softly. ‘Glad to know you’re enjoying class, Sophie. We’re glad to have you.’

She counted the heartbeats until class was over, she was so mortified. When Joel finally told them to stand and everyone gave what seemed to be the customary “Namaste” a woman in green leggings and a bright blue pullover whispered, ‘Don’t feel so bad. He has that effect on most of the newcomers. Once he touches someone … they’re toast.’

Sophie tried to smile and waited to self-combust.

She nearly set a record changing back into her work clothes, but when she came out Joel called out to her.

‘I was wondering –’ he said, sort of grinning at her.

Sophie caught the gaze of the green-legging woman. She was smiling, her look knowing.

‘Could I … call you? Take you out? Bring you wine and woo you with wild yoga tales?’ He smiled at her and the lust that smile inspired struck right down through the centre of her like a lightning bolt.

‘Um, yeah … sure. In fact –’ She broke off, thinking maybe she shouldn’t say what she was about to say. But fuck it. This whole “finding her centre” thing had taken her very close to thinking she was nuts. Might as well act nuts, right? Maybe Joel was that missing something. ‘How about you come to my place tonight. Bring that wine you mentioned and I can make a nice steak or – wait – do you eat meat?’

He nodded, eyes flashing with amusement. ‘I do. But thank you for asking.’

‘Good,’ she hurried on. Yes, this was it. This was a good thing. Maybe she was just in need of a date. Maybe she was just horny. ‘And maybe a salad and whatever. We can just … we can talk. Get to know one another.’

‘It’s a date,’ he said. He gave her his number so she could text her address.

‘Yes. It is a date,’ she said and hurried out of the studio. Kate was going to kill her!

*****

Bio:

Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen), and “Erotica royalty…” (Lucy Felthouse).

Her erotic novels include Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, Big Bad, Learning to Drown, Wanderlust and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora’s Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.

Sommer’s short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines–both in print and online.

Why is the Seaside Sexy? By Tilly Hunter

by | May 1, 2013 | | 1 Comment

I’m delighted to announce this post from Tilly Hunter, who has a story in Smut by the Sea Volume 2. Here, she tells us more about it…

I’m specifically talking about the British seaside here, which is a special case far removed from the shimmering seas and golden sands of Biarritz or the Caribbean. It is often cold and wet, grey sea blending with grey sky, while the ‘attractions’ tend to be a bit shabby and very tacky. You can’t even eat a bag of chips without aggressive seagulls trying to pinch them.

So why the hell do we cling to the idea of the seaside as being a place of fun and frolics? Because sometimes, maybe on about three days of the year, it gets warm enough for hardy types to strip to their bikinis. Because, as an island people, the sea draws us to itself. We paddle despite the chill; it simply has to be done. Because a trip to the seaside, even for a day, gives you that holiday feeling, the urge to do something a little crazy, whether it’s stuff your face full of candy floss or find a hot guy to fuck under the pier. I find it easier to suspend my disbelief for stories of that kind of escapist fantasy when they happen at the seaside.

It’s that escapism and sense of fun that the Smut by the Sea anthologies tap into. They’re light-hearted and carefree. They’re a little taste of summer holidays that remind you of a fresh breeze on your face and sand between your toes.

I tried to capture something of that contradiction, between the reality of a cold, grey seaside and the fantasy of sun and sex, in my story, Stuck on the Edge. The weather is cold, the sea is cold, the sky is grey, but the couple involved reach that place where the fantasy takes over and they’re going to fuck in the sea despite the risk of hypothermia.

I reached for his flies, popped his button and fumbled with the zip until he took over. I slid my jeans and knickers down in one go. Thank God for hipsters that don’t actually need undoing. Kicking them off one leg, I left them trailing from the other. The cold hit me again as parts that had been wrapped in fabric, however thin and wet, were exposed. I welcomed it in, feeling that cold hit my outer labia like the tease of an ice cube. I made friends with it, chatted it up and seduced it. Cold was my new fetish. But all I said was, “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” Gareth agreed. We’d been married fifteen years. One word carried a wealth of understanding.

You can buy Smut by the Sea Vol 2 at All Romance, Amazon UK and Amazon.com.

Tilly Hunter is a British author and proofreader with a wicked imagination and a fondness for tales of fresh air and kinky fun. She has stories in anthologies from House of Erotica, Xcite Books and MLR Press and her first solo collection Miranda’s Tempest: Three Classic Tales with a Kinky Twist is out now from House of Erotica. She blogs at www.tillyhuntererotica.blogspot.com.

 

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