Guest Blogger: Jacqueline Brocker

by | Apr 5, 2013 | | 2 Comments

I’m delighted to announce Jacqueline Brocker, who’s here to tell us more about her fab story in Smut Alfresco, which is based in the beautiful city of Cambridge.

 

Days of Idyll: Writing ‘Meadow’ for Smut Alfresco

‘Write what you know’ is an oft-quoted phrase given to writers. I’ve not always found this particularly helpful, especially when writing, for instance, m/m fiction, or about detectives, or something set in space. There is, though, some wisdom in the statement, and I find it especially relevant when it comes to writing about place.

grantchester_meadowSo while my short story ‘Meadow’ in Smut Alfresco isn’t exactly autobiographical, I am very familiar with the place it is set on: Grantchester Meadows in Cambridge.

Grantchester Meadows are located immediately south on the river Cam, just before you reach the village of Grantchester. They have been owned by King’s College, Cambridge since 1452, but are easily accessible to all, and are as much part of Cambridge as the University itself. (In fact, I didn’t know until doing a Google search for images of the meadows, that Pink Floyd, who formed in Cambridge, wrote a song about them.)

It seemed the perfect location for a sexy interlude (ok, yes, I have taken walk along the meadows with an ex-boyfriend, so I can’t pretend the story has no bearing on my reality 😉 ). Not just for the idyllic, soothing setting – with the quiet river running past, punts and canoes making their gentle progress towards the village of Grantchester for a pint, lunch, or for afternoon tea at the Orchard (an apple orchard where writers such as Virginia Woolf and Rupert Brooke used to spend time), trees drooping into the water, and cows grazing (walkers do have to be mindful of cow pats along the paths!) – but also because, at the height of summer, it is full of people. Families, couples, friends, and visitors come with picnics, or to swim in the river itself, or just to stroll or take a bike along the bank. With that many people around, it increases the chance of being caught, or spotted, or attracting an unwanted (or indeed, wanted!) onlooker.

How could I not write that story?

The delightful thing about writing ‘Meadow’ was being able to draw on my own experience and knowledge of Cambridge. The types of people who might be on the river – students, people who are born and bred in the city – the kind of activities that happen along the river, even the likely occurrences. One brief scene is dedicated to a swan harassing someone in a canoe. Up until recently, the Cam was stalked by a misbehaving swan nick-named ‘Mr Asbo’ (that’s ‘Anti-Social Behaviour Order’ to those outside of the UK).

More than that, I wanted to convey the gentleness of the place, the warm, hazy idyll that it is to sit on the meadows, and the slow burning sexiness of being there with someone you fancy the hell out of. I hope I’ve succeeded in conveying that.

Jacqueline BrockerBiography

Jacqueline Brocker is an Australian writer who lives in the United Kingdom. Her erotic fiction includes the ménage novella Body & Bow, while she has had several short stories appear in various anthologies, including Smut Alfresco, The Mammoth Book of Quick and Dirty Erotica, and My First Spanking. Her latest short story, Oasis Beckoning, is an erotic tale about man, and most intriguingly, a pool of water…

Find Jacqueline at:

Website: http://jacquelinebrocker.esquinx.net
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ms_jacquelineb
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jacqueline-Brocker/350975778281809
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/jacquib19/
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5249251.Jacqueline_Brocker
Tumblr: http://jacquelinebwrites.tumblr.com/

Picture by William Marnoch, found on flickr, and used under the Creative Commons License.

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Sex in the great outdoors is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the dramatic gritstone escarpments of Derbyshire’s Peak District, to a quiet caravan site in deepest Wales, Smut Alfresco has it all. Whatever your interpretation of frisky outdoor fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

Sexy woodsmen, daring couples, rock stars, cougars, map enthusiasts, mattresses, ex-lovers, tour guides, hunky sheriffs and nature reserve rangers all appear in this hot collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Includes stories from: Violet Fields, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Jacqueline Brocker, Wendi Zwaduk, K T Red, Tilly Hunter, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Tenille Brown, Cass Peterson, Jenny Lyn and Nicole Gestalt.

Grab your copy here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/smut-alfresco/

Guest Blogger: Nicole Gestalt

by | Apr 2, 2013 | | 3 Comments

I’m delighted to introduce Nicole Gestalt, who contributed an excellent Africa-themed story to Smut Alfresco, and she’s dishing the dirt here: 

 

When it came to submitting to Smut Alfresco, I already had the perfect story written, it just needed a few tweaks here and there and all was good. I love animals, so much that recently I retrained to work with animals, although that has been put on hold whilst I focus on my writing. As part of my retraining I worked in a zoo and animals were very much at the forefront of my mind, I started working on a story that became When The Rains Come.

Of course the difference between the zoo I worked in and the animal reserve in the story apart from the types of animals (I worked with birds, in the story they work with various big cats) is that it isn’t raining! For a week we had rain every day which isn’t an issue, until you find yourself washing out areas in the middle of a thunder and lightning storm so despite the mantra ‘write what you know’ I decided to write about a centre where it wasn’t raining every five seconds and picked the savannah of Africa as my destination.

Once I had the place and the animals, then the people popped into my head and before long I had a fully formed story and one I am very happy to have in Smut Alfresco.

In this little excerpt Kim and Matt are discussing the dire situation they currently find themselves in.

“All done for the moment. The cheetah was a bit reluctant to take her medicine but a little coaxing and some fresh meat persuaded her to do so in the end.” Matt’s voice cut through the silence of the room. Sitting up with a start Kim blinked, phone still in her hand. Matt’s laughter reached her.

“You fell asleep didn’t you?”

Her thoughts were muggy as she tried to think. Dream and reality mixed as she straightened her hat. Her whole body felt like a bolt of electricity had been shot through it. Her trembling increased as more of the dream she had been having become clear.

“I closed my eyes for a moment. Still no reply from Davies. I haven’t been asleep for long I don’t think.” She kept her back to him as images of her dream hit her one after another.

“Dream anything interesting?”

Inwardly she groaned; he knew her too well.

“Oh, just of water, swimming pools, vast lakes and cool, crystal clear seas.”

And both of us naked writhing with one another. She stopped herself before she spoke those words. She didn’t want to tell him the full nature of it. Not that she was ashamed, but she didn’t want to upset the working relationship they had.

 

Nicole Gestalt has been writing erotica for many years. When Nicole is not writing she loves spending her time with her partner, walking and drinking lots of mocha’s, particularly if they have whipped cream on top. Nicole loves hearing from her readers and can be found at http://www.nicolegestalt.blogspot.com

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Sex in the great outdoors is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the dramatic gritstone escarpments of Derbyshire’s Peak District, to a quiet caravan site in deepest Wales, Smut Alfresco has it all. Whatever your interpretation of frisky outdoor fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

Sexy woodsmen, daring couples, rock stars, cougars, map enthusiasts, mattresses, ex-lovers, tour guides, hunky sheriffs and nature reserve rangers all appear in this hot collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Includes stories from: Violet Fields, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Jacqueline Brocker, Wendi Zwaduk, K T Red, Tilly Hunter, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Tenille Brown, Cass Peterson, Jenny Lyn and Nicole Gestalt.

Grab your copy here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/smut-alfresco/

 

New Release: Beast in Me – Book 2 of the Divination Falls Trilogy by Sommer Marsden

by | Mar 30, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Beast In MeBlurb:

Weather worker Cameron Bale rolls into Divination Falls after being prompted by Spirit and Brother Lighting. He discovers that the small, hidden town full of shifters and magical types is suffering a series of unsettling events. There’s speculation from the town seers that he could be the answer they’ve been looking for. Cameron’s willing to try and help: he’s got nowhere to go and nothing to lose. His life is simply about loneliness and it turns out that Trace, a grumpy wolf with stunning eyes, knows just what that feels like. Cam finds himself wishing maybe they could be alone … together. Oh yeah, and battle whatever evil it is that still lurks in Divination Falls.

Available from:
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Amazon US

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Excerpt:

A dragonfly zipped past and Cam watched it go. What next? Bluebirds and butterflies and singing cartoon woodland animals? It was all too nice, too perfect … Surreal.

‘You OK?’ The voice was deep and dark and full of secrets. That was his first impression.

Cameron jumped, clutched at his pounding chest. Inside his heart was going berserk and he felt a little lightheaded with it.

‘I was. Jesus Christ, you scared me.’

Trace grinned with half his mouth. Somehow that little smirk made Cameron think of the big bad wolf. Made him flash back to that body sprawled, lean and powerful, over a small, lumpy bed. Made him remember one of those huge hands on a powerful, hard cock. He licked his lips.

‘Careful, lightning rider. I can smell your emotions.’ Then the wolf chuckled, bending to tie his work boot.

‘I – I’m sorry I spied on you.’ It was all Cameron could think to say.

Trace shrugged. Cameron watched his big shoulders flex with power. He was stunning with his huge body, big, fat attitude, and purple eyes. Just being so close to him made Cameron feel slow-witted and thick-tongued.

‘It was the most excitement I’ve had in ages,’ the wolf said and started to walk.

Cameron watched him go off, his heart sinking. He wanted the man to take his apology seriously. He also admitted to himself he wanted to be close to the wolf. There was no hope of anything happening between them. There was very little hope of anything happening for Cam with anyone. He’d come to terms with that long ago. But still, he could just be near Trace. Remembering the sight of his body and the sound of his voice just outside Cam’s barricaded bedroom door as he brought himself off.

Wolf at the door, he thought, and then shook it off.

Fifty feet away, Trace stopped, and Cameron felt his spine go rigid, his pulse pick up. The man turned to him and shielded his eyes from a bright beam of sunlight between the thick tree branches. ‘You gonna stand there all day admiring my ass, or are you coming?’

Cameron blinked, feeling a wild urge to laugh but pushing it away. ‘Yes! Right!’ he called, bouncing on his toes like one of those perky, hyper dogs. He blushed, but refused to let himself feel silly or embarrassed. He very much wanted to go along.

He hurried along the path until he was almost even with the wolf. Then Trace turned and continued to walk, Cameron right on his heels.

‘Why are you here?’ Trace asked.

The question stunned Cameron but he swallowed hard and tried to focus enough to answer. ‘Good question. I … work with weather. Lightning to be specific. I guess the best way to put it is I was nudged here.’

‘Like with voltage?’ Trace asked with a gruff laugh.

‘Yeah. Sadly, I do get nudged with voltage.’

The wolf turned those deep purple eyes on Cameron and said, ‘What for? What’s here?’

How did eyes get that colour? Cam wondered. Had he been born with them or was it a shifter thing? He had no idea; all he knew was they were the most amazing eyes he’d ever seen. And they were attached to one of the most amazing bodies he’d ever seen.

Trace cocked his head, giving a half grin. ‘Hello?’

‘Sorry! I was just looking –’ He flushed, caught in the act. ‘Your eyes, they’re amazing.’

That closed the bigger man down. He’d had a nice amused and open expression on his handsome face and that fast, it shut down like someone turning the lights off in an empty house. ‘Thanks. I guess. They’re the product of a very bad infection when I was a kid.’ He turned on his heels and kept walking without further explanation.

Cameron had to force himself to swallow. He had just complimented the first man he’d lusted after in goodness knew how many years on some sort of mutation? Something that clearly upset him when discussed. Good going, dumbass!

Cameron hurried along the patch, ducking reaching branches and praying there was no poison ivy to be found here in Divination Falls. ‘I’m sorry! I didn’t know. And I don’t know what’s here. Or why I am,’ he gasped, finally catching up.

The wolf shrugged. He shot Cameron a sideways glance and said, ‘Why would you know what’s here?’ He stopped fast and Cam found himself almost crying out from the sudden shift in motion. ‘As for why you’re here, how could you not know that?’

‘I never really know until it’s revealed,’ Cameron said. He kept his gaze pinned at Trace’s chin so he wouldn’t get mesmerized by those stunning eyes that clearly upset the custodian.

‘Was it me, maybe?’ Trace asked, his lips twisting into a grin. ‘Was it secretly watching me jack off? Was that your big mission?’ He took a step toward Cameron which forced the lightning rider to step back. Or get crushed against an angry wolf.

‘I’m sorry,’ Cam breathed. ‘It wasn’t my intention and then I couldn’t …’ He shook his head. His skin was tingling and he wondered if he was going to get struck. Or worse yet, if Trace would strike him. ‘You might want to step back,’ he said without thinking.

‘Why is that?’ the wolf asked, taking a step forward. ‘Am I invading your space?’

‘I get it,’ Cam stammered. ‘I invaded your privacy. I’m no better than a pervert. I know! But you could get …’

The wind kicked up. It often did when he was frightened or excited and his blood leapt in his veins and his heart beat fast with arousal. His last lover had been zinged by energy one too many times and when some of his hair had actually caught fire, he’d bailed. Calling Cameron a freak in the process. Cam wasn’t up for either Trace being hurt or thinking him a freak.

‘I might get what? And it’s OK – you invaded my privacy, now give me an excuse to invade yours.’ He pushed his face closer and Cameron caught a flickering of animal shine in the man’s eyes. They turned golden around the very iris and a fast, steady pulse beat at the base of Trace’s neck. When he took Cameron’s wrist in his big hand and squeezed, Cam felt the air rush out of him. His cock pressed eagerly to his jeans and he tried his best to focus on something – anything! – besides the wolf so maybe his hard-on would abate. No such luck because Trace took his warm hand and very briefly cupped the evidence of arousal in Cam’s pants. ‘Looks like you’re still a bit worked up from last night.’

‘You were watching me in wolf form.’

‘I was.’

‘You heard me.’ It wasn’t a question. Very briefly, Cam wished for Trace to put his hand back. To touch him.

‘I did. I also smelled you and tasted you on the wind. Do you know when you come your breath does this shuddery little sigh thing?’

‘No.’

‘Well, it does.’

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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.

Links:
Blog: http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com
Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/sommer_marsden
Facebook: http://facebook.com/sommermarsden
Twitter: @sommer_marsden
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/sommermarsden

New Release: The Phallus of Osiris by Valentina Cilescu

by | Mar 29, 2013 | | 1 Comment

The Phallus of OsirisTHE PHALLUS OF OSIRIS

VALENTINA CILESCU

Available from:
Amazon UK
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All Romance eBooks
Barnes & Noble
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Death and Lust and Vampires!

The Master is a sex vampire. His aim: to dominate through the glories of the flesh. His minions are beautiful and lascivious and their eager bodies and warped minds are bent to his evil purpose. The lost Phallus of Osiris is the greatest erotic talisman known to man and the Master will not rest until he has it in his possession. Just one woman can help him fulfil his dark ambitions – the one person who still resists him. Mara, the white witch. Great though the Master’s power is – in Mara, and The Phallus of Osiris, he may have met his match.

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Excerpt:

It was dark in the room. Dark and strangely airless. But Mara felt no fear. She stretched out her hand and touched her unseen lover’s hand. Although she could not see him, she knew he was standing by the side of the bed; that he was naked, and ready for her . . .

‘Come to me . . .’ breathed Mara. And her fingers moved from her lover’s hand to explore his body – running down his flank, his thigh; searching eagerly for the warm weight of his testicles; seeking out his most sensitive and intimate places to tease and excite his flesh; and bring him to her.

She heard his breathing: hoarse and quickening now. And seconds later, she felt him sit down on the bed beside her, felt the soft coverings yield to his weight as he lay down by her side and pressed his hot nakedness up against her willing flesh.

He was by her side now, stroking her with knowing fingers that seemed to read her mind, divine her every dream and wish. His fingers slid down her body, as though taking the measure of her, mapping out the fullest extent of the bounty offered to them. They fluttered like butterfly wings, up from the firm roundness of her hips to the taut flesh of her tiny waist, and then up still further; until at last they found the swelling amplitude of her magnificent breasts, caressing their firmness appreciatively.

He was kneeling beside her: leaning over her, the better to toy with her. Mara gasped with pleasure as invisible hands cupped her breasts and kneaded their warm and yielding flesh. Skilled fingers searched out the budding hardness of her nipples and pinched them between finger and thumb, just hard enough to provoke an irresistible blend of pain and pleasure.

‘Take me!’ gasped Mara, reaching up and touching the hands which were so knowingly exploring her body. They were strong hands, hands she felt she knew well; hands that were strong and sinewy and capable of great violence – and yet gentle enough to tease, torment, arouse.

Strong, sinewy wrists and forearms . . . She could reach no further; so she stretched out her hand to the side, and felt for the body of her unseen lover. Her hand made contact with his thigh, muscular and covered with thick, coarse hair. She slid her hand upwards, upwards, letting her fingers glide softly over the hairs; and she felt her lover tremble at the exquisite torment of her touch. Bolder now, she let her hand move higher still, and shivered with delight as her fingers brushed against her lover’s testicles.

They were heavy, vital, pulsating with a raw energy that communicated itself to her as she stroked their velvety pouch, weighing them in her palm. Then she let her fingers stray still further, and felt them slide deliriously along the smooth length of a hard and throbbing shaft that she knew yearned to bury itself in her.

And as she stroked it, she felt herself grow hotter and wetter, her juices welling up as though from some secret spring deep within her. It was as though she was melting from the inside outwards, as butter might melt in anticipation of the hot knife that would soon plough into its soft and willing depths . . .

The room was filled now with the fragrance of sex; the sweet, heady aroma of a cunt well greased, of a prick whose tip glistens with the first drops of semen, the first promise of the torrents to come. Mara slid her hand along her lover’s shaft and ran her fingertips gently over its tip: it was already slippery with love-juice and she shivered again with the delicious anticipation of its entry into her most intimate places.

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Other Modern Erotic Classics available:

  • The Houdini Girl by Martyn Bedford
  • Lie to Me by Tamara Faith Berger
  • The Phallus of Osiris by Valentina Cilescu
  • Kiss of Death by Valentina Cilescu
  • The Flesh Constrained by Cleo Cordell
  • The Flesh Endures by Cleo Cordell
  • Hogg by Samuel R. Delany
  • The Tides of Lust by Samuel R. Delany
  • Sad Sister by Florence Dugas
  • The Ties That Bind by Vanessa Duriés
  • Dark Ride by Kent Harrington
  • 3 by Julie Hilden
  • Neptune & Surf by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
  • Violent Silence by Paul Mayersberg
  • Homme Fatale by Paul Mayersberg
  • The Agency by David Meltzer
  • Burn by Michael Perkins
  • Dark Matter by Michael Perkins
  • Evil Companions by Michael Perkins
  • Beautiful Losers by Remittance Girl
  • Meeting the Master by Elissa Wald

Guest Blogger: Slave Nano

by | Mar 26, 2013 | | 3 Comments

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Random Musings on Ice Cream – Revisited

A few months ago when Lucy kindly invited me onto her site to talk about my story ‘One Scoop or Two’ in the Smut by the Sea anthology I contributed a blog about the inspiration behind the story.  The story is set in the Yorkshire seaside town of Bridlington and involves a lot of ice cream and a fair amount of oral sex!  But the ice cream parlour was inspired by one I remember from my childhood called Morellis in Broadstairs in Kent.

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Well, last week I visited Kent for the first time in a number of years, met up with an old school friend, visited some old haunts and went to a football game (Yay, come on you Gills! – that’s Gillingham FC to you, top of League Two as I write).  Of course Broadstairs featured highly on my itinerary and naturally the opportunity to visit the ice cream parlour of my childhood memories could not be missed.

Yes, I went to the Morellis ice cream parlour.  Was the ice cream as good as I remembered it?  Hell, yes, I should say so!  I had a double cornet with coffee and coconut ice cream……and it was awesomely delicious.  And Broadstairs itself was just as nice and quaint as I remember it too, so it was a great day out. I should stress I didn’t get locked into the parlour like Keeley and Darren in my story….hmm, a shame really!

I hope you’re all gearing yourself up to go to the ‘Smut by the Sea’ event in Scarborough on 22nd June.  I’m certainly looking forward to it.  I’ve offered to do a reading from my ‘One Scoop or Two’ story in the evening and during the day readings from my erotic novel ‘Adventures in Fetishland’ and launching the print version of it out at the same time.  The latter could be interesting as I’m inviting a couple of special guests to read for me (all will be revealed nearer the time).  It’ll be the first time I’ve read in front of an audience of more than one or two so I’m a bit nervous, but I reckon it’s going to be a lot of fun!.  So, hope to see you all in Scarborough in June.

One Scoop or Two?

Keeley’s boyfriend, Darren, had promised to take her on a weekend away.  Anticipating a romantic city break she is disappointed to discover what he has in mind is a trip to a traditional seaside town from his childhood.  But things take a distinctive turn for the better when the couple accidently get themselves locked into an ice cream parlour.  Ice cream sundaes will never be the same again for Keeley!

Get your copy of Smut by the Sea Volume 1 here – Volume 2 coming soon!

Slave Nano author profile

Slave Nano usually writes stories drawing on the themes of female supremacy, bdsm and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings, though his contribution to ‘Smut by the Sea’ is in a slightly different vein.

Slave Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom, not far from the seaside town of Bridlington!  He works full time and juggles his writing with this.

His work has been published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica.  His first full length erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’ was published in 2012.

Find out more about Slave Nano and his writing at www.slavenano.co.uk

Guest Blogger: Renee from Sh!

by | Mar 25, 2013 | | 3 Comments

Hey there lovely,

ReneePlease may I take this opportunity to introduce myself: my name is Renee, and I work at Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium in East London. I manage a team of fun, feisty females known as the ‘Sh! Girlz’ – a team of super-friendly sexperts who offer freshly-brewed cups of tea and useful advice whilst showing women & couples around tables full of sex toys.

Sh! is the UK’s first and still only truly female-focused erotic boutique, and we’re often referred to as the “best sex shop in London” (I’d say “best in UK” but I suspect I’m biased). Being female-focused means we ask that men be accompanied by a female – be that a friend, a wife or an open-minded auntie – when visiting the store (Lucy’s OH has this down perfectly ~ he even brings us yummy home-baked goods whenever he visits!) or visit during one of our weekly Gent’s Evenings.

My job is fun and varied, and I get to meet so many amazing people every day. It can be anything from women buying their first vibrators, to couples looking for inflatable anal toys (we don’t sell inflatables by the way, though we can certainly rustle up a good selection of gorgeous butt plugs), to Mistresses bringing in their slaves and ordering them about just for fun.

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A naughty submissive recently begged me to tell his Mistress that he had behaved badly (he hadn’t) so he would receive a longed-for caning. I fibbed and told Mistress that her sub had interrupted me whilst I was chatting to a customer, and surely such audacious behaviour must be corrected. Mistress was not happy, and I expect her sub was on the receiving end of some delightfully sharp swats once back home. (And if Mistress reads this I’ll probably get a spanking too – for lying!)

Part of my job involves offering help and advice to journalists looking for exciting products to write about, or the best tips for multiple orgasms. Most recently I received a brief asking for “the right balance of sexual education and wank material”. I did my very best and offered up several paragraphs with 4-letter words thrown in, but no doubt that the journo will have to embellish my efforts (too much of the first, and not enough of the latter!). I think I best leave the erotic writing to the likes of Lucy as she does it so much better!

And talking about writing ~ we host sexy reading events where awesome authors read their hot smut whilst the rest of us sit back and relax with a glass of bubbly and a cupcake or two… As it happens, the next event takes place on 20th April, when KD Grace and Kay Jaybee will be holding a joint book launch, and I’d love it if you could join us!

shop-corner-hi-resThe Sh! Girlz and I teach classes on a number of useful topics, such as sensual spanking and awesome oral sex (expertly managing a large manhood is a skill, you know!). The classes are fully dressed (behave!) and are all about empowering women and giving the guests the confidence to strut out of the classes like the amazing Sex Goddesses they are. We have had some wonderful reviews, but the best one was a lovely email from a lady who, after 20 years of marriage, finally bit the bullet (so to speak) and attended our most popular class, Blow His Mind. After applying her new-found tricks at home, hubz was so pleased he could barely walk…

And that, people, is what Sh! is all about – finding your inner sexual confidence and not being afraid of trying something new. Play, have fun, enjoy ~ as long as it’s safe, sane and consensual, sex & sexual pleasure in all its various forms is gloriously beautiful and so much fun!

Follow the Sh! Girlz for all the latest fun & frolics:

Twitter: @ShWomenstore

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