New Release: The Big Book of Bondage

The Big Book of BondageI’m delighted to announce the release of my first story purchased by Alison Tyler. Balancing the Books is a quirky and unusual bondage story that I’m very proud of, and it appears in The Big Book of Bondage.

Here’s more information on the anthology:

Surrender to your fantasies. Every submissive willingly does: bound and helpless, expecting the ecstasy of her master’s lash. Never mind the leather—clothed or naked, she is stripped down to only the most basic physical and emotional need, completely exposed. But it’s this swirl of sensations and feelings that combine in a perfect storm of kink and makes the seemingly impossible not only occur, but happen in a way that creates a sexy good time for everyone involved. The sensual stories that Alison Tyler has assembled in this collection delve into the dynamics of relationships filled with such unrestrained passion, revealing a world of beautiful contradictions that will thrill and inspire you. Some of these tales show how the everyday can be instantly transformed into pulse-quickening moments laced with eroticism.

Nobody likes bondage more than Alison Tyler who is endlessly fascinated with the sensation of giving up, giving in, of putting one’s pleasure (and pain) into the hands of another. To her, bondage means “I trust you to keep me safe,” and yet BDSM can also mean, “I trust you to hurt me.” Because the most important part of bondage, of dominance, of all the slippery ways one can play with those concepts is trust.In the BDSM realm, trust involves crops, whips, blindfolds, handcuffs, paddles, belts, gags, and toys. How deliciously, devilishly twisted is that?

And here’s an excerpt from my story:

A bead of sweat ran down the side of Philip’s head and trickled into his hairline. He’d been lying flat on his back on the cold parquet floor for what felt like hours. Realistically, it probably hadn’t even been one hour, but because he’d been trying so hard not to move a muscle for fear of toppling the stack of hardback books resting on his abdomen, every single minute was torture.

And yet, at the same time, it was complete and utter bliss. Giovanna was sitting on a wooden chair, the legs of which were either side of his hips – as were hers – and she was using the pile of books as a table. She idly flipped the pages of the weighty tome she was pretending to read, and studiously ignored Philip, as though he really were nothing but a table.

Philip’s cock had never been so hard. He was torn. Part of him wanted the books to fall so Giovanna’s beautiful eyes would flash with anger and she would punish him the very best way she knew how. The other part wanted to please her, in the hope that she might let him bury his face between her thighs and lick her delicious pussy to orgasm, and maybe, just maybe, be allowed to come himself.
Another droplet of sweat followed the first one into his rapidly dampening hair. Philip’s erection strained beneath his clothes, and he decided to try and distract himself by thinking of something else. Trees. Taxes. Tridents.

It didn’t work. Instead, his mind wandered to how he’d gotten into this predicament in the first place.

Giovanna was Philip’s boss – in the usual employment sense, as well as the mistress and slave sense. Just a few short weeks back, he’d been wandering the high street of the town he lived in, and had come across an amazing-looking bookshop. He’d peered through the window, fascinated. The slightly gloomy interior was all dark wood and spiral staircases, and was a book lover’s wet dream. And Philip was a book lover. Turning, he made for the door. As he reached it, he noticed a sign stuck to the pane of glass in its centre.

EXPERIENCED BOOK-KEEPER WANTED.
COMPETITIVE RATES.
APPLY WITHIN.

Philip didn’t need a job. He was, in fact, a highly qualified accountant, and some of the past investments he’d made had come good and meant that he could live very comfortably off the profits. In fact, it wasn’t worth his time to work as the tax man would pinch even more of his pennies.

Philip didn’t need any books, either. His custom-built home library was fully stocked with an abundance of fiction and non-fiction, and he really needed to read and get rid of some of them before he started purchasing more.

He peered through the door, catching sight of a voluptuous bespectacled woman standing behind the till, writing in a notebook. She sure was easy on the eye, with her long dark hair pulled up into a high ponytail, and the hint of ample cleavage peeking out of the top of her blouse. She must have caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye because her head snapped up from what she was doing and she looked straight at him. Peering over the top of her glasses, she continued to gaze at him, unsmilingly. Many people would have found her demeanour cold; unapproachable.

Philip pushed open the door and walked in. Before he knew what he was doing he’d walked straight up the counter and the aloof woman behind it, and said,

“I’m interested in the job.”

She put down her pen and raised an eyebrow.

“And what are your qualifications?”

He was, in fact, vastly overqualified for the job she was offering. He could do the paperwork for the bookshop standing on his head. With one hand tied behind his back. However, the cool, unimpressed stare the woman gave him made him want to impress her – and so he gave her the full whammy of his qualifications and experience.

The woman’s face had remained impassive.

“It sounds as though you’re used to much bigger accounts than you’d be dealing with here. Why on earth are you interested in this job?”

Because I want to fuck you.

 

Want a copy? Get yours here.

New Release: Nasty Business by Lisabet Sarai

Nasty BusinessNASTY BUSINESS

LISABET SARAI

Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
All Romance eBooks
Smashwords

All’s fair in lust and business

Ruby Maxwell Chen, lovely and ruthless CEO of a huge British business empire, is used to getting her way. When she encounters the strangely charismatic American entrepreneur Rick Martell, though, she wonders if she hasn’t finally met her match.

From the trendy clubs of London to the Hollywood Hills, Ruby and Rick compete for ownership of a strategic factory in Malaysia. Neither has any qualms about using sexual wiles to smooth the path to success. Neither anticipates that their mutual attraction will turn into something far more intense and difficult to control.

As their struggle for dominance escalates, they draw their employees and associates into their outrageous power games. The stakes could scarcely be higher, as Ruby and Rick play for the ultimate prize: a night of total physical surrender.

Novel-length book includes “Shades of Red”, a bonus story about Ruby’s introduction to BDSM!

*****

As good as I am at this game, I’m finding it difficult. I know, intellectually, that ignoring her, pretending to honor my promise, will heighten her frustration and ultimately, weaken her defenses. If I came on to her, she’d resist. By seeming to hold back, I draw her to me.

I can feel the arousal emanating from the trim form strapped into the seat next to me. Her body language speaks volumes, though she struggles to silence it. She’s dying to have me touch her, or to touch herself.

The problem is, I have to struggle myself not to reach for her. I have to resist this nearly overwhelming urge to slide that designer skirt up her slim thigh, exposing her smooth flesh. My fingers itch to stretch across the console and tweak those ripe nipples poking through her blouse. My half-hard dick presses uncomfortably against my zipper.

I watch the pavement twisting in front of my hood. I push the roadster a bit harder. Obedient, she races around the curves, graceful and powerful. An extension of my body, my will. Ruby’s lips are parted. Her hair has come free from its clasp and flows around her face in jet waves. I want to control Ruby the same way I control my car. I want to feel her respond when I press the pedal a bit closer to the floor.

A sideways glance tells me that she’s looking at me. I risk a few seconds of inattention to turn and grin at her lasciviously. “Take off your blouse, Ruby. Go ahead, you know you want to.” The wind tears my words away, but I know she hears me. There’s defiance in her eyes, mixing with the lust. “Come on. I dare you.”

A contest, then. Briefly, emotions war on her face. Her lust wins. She smiles at me, provocatively.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Martell. You’ll get us killed.”

She’s right. I switch my focus a second too late and barely miss grazing the inside guard rail. When I can afford another look, she’s naked to the waist. Her fingers are torturing her plump, rosy nipples. Even in that quick instant, it seems that I can see them thicken and grow darker as blood surges into them.

Now Ruby cups her flesh in both hands, kneading, stroking. Her breasts are pale, perfect hemispheres tipped with flame. I would have thought the wind would blow her scent away, but no, her musk permeates the open car. My cock stirs and demands to be set free. I look back at the road, my heart slamming against my ribs as another curve whistles by.

My next glance shows me her parted thighs. She fidgets on the leather upholstery, though her hands are still massaging her tits. Crudely, I jerk my thumb upwards, then wiggle my middle finger at her.

She is already pulling up her skirt, not waiting for my suggestion. Looking me straight in the eye, she spreads her legs wide, pulls her panties out of the way, and sinks four fingers into her glistening cunt.

My dick jerks to full attention. I watch, fascinated, as she grinds herself feverishly against her hand, pummeling her clit, pinching those scarlet lips until they are almost purple. Her eyes are shut. Her back is arched, pelvis thrust forward to provide maximum access. She’s a tiger, tearing at her own flesh in hungry fury. Her scent rises around us, drowning out the eucalyptus that always lingers in the southern California air. There’s an ache in my chest that mirrors the one in my cock. I’ve never wanted anyone so much.

At the last minute, I swerve, barely avoiding the shiny Cadillac coming at me from the other direction. Adrenaline courses through me at the near miss. Ruby doesn’t even notice.

There’s a turn-out ahead. Hands shaking, I pull into the semicircular parking area and shut off the engine. Now I can hear Ruby as well as see and smell her. She moans and cries as she thrashes around on the seat. Her mouth is open, her teeth clenched. She sounds as though she is in pain. Her harsh grunts become rhythmic and rise in pitch as I watch her ascend the final slope to her climax.

I stroke myself through my trousers, in time with her climb. I’m back in control, turned on but pacing myself. I know that I’ll get what I want eventually. Ruby twists and writhes. Both her hands are deep in her cunt. Her juices run down her wrists. It’s unbelievable how hard she is on herself. I remember her flogger, wish that I had it with me now. She wouldn’t even feel it, but it might help her over.

Then, without warning, Ruby screams and arches up off the seat. Her whole body convulses, then abruptly collapses. Little tremors continue to shake her frame for long minutes. Her eyes are closed; she seems unconscious.

She looks fragile, porcelain skin misted with sweat, tangles of hair stuck to her forehead. I suddenly want to take her in my arms, cradle her, brush those tangled locks away and kiss her eyelids until she awakens. At the same time, I have a perverse urge to loose my cock and sink it into her passive, defenseless flesh. To finally make her mine.

*****

More than a decade ago LISABET SARAI experienced a serendipitous fusion of her love of writing and her fascination with sex. Since then she has published five single author short story collections and seven erotic novels, including the BDSM classic Raw Silk. Dozens of her shorter works have been released as ebooks and in print anthologies. She has also edited several acclaimed anthologies and is currently responsible for the altruistic erotica series COMING TOGETHER PRESENTS.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone needs from prestigious universities who would no doubt be embarrassed by her chosen genre. She loves to travel and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her highly tolerant husband and two cosmopolitan felines. For more information on Lisabet and her writing visit Lisabet Sarai’s Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).

House of Erotica House Party

House of Erotica House PartyAs part of the House of Erotica House Party, I’m going to dish the dirt on my single-author collection, We Love Lucy. Here’s the blurb:

House of Erotica brings you a thrilling collection of Lucy Felthouse’s best erotic fiction. From BDSM, M/F to F/F, this extensive range of exciting stories will leave you desperately wanting to read on…

Stories included: While The Boys Are Away, Beside The Seaside, The Inner Circle, Susie White and the Right Hand Man, Punish Me Good, Trophy Boyfriend, On the Prowl, A Stroke of Peach, Double Vision, Miri on the Wall.

There really is something in this collection for everyone. While the Boys Are Away, Beside the Seaside and The Inner Circle are all hot lesbian tales. Susie White and the Right Hand Man is a sensual fairy tale. Punish Me Good and Trophy Boyfriend are kinky fem-dom stories. On The Prowl is a saucy ménage.  Double Vision is a military erotic story. And finally, Miri on the Wall is rubenesque.

And here’s a sexy excerpt from While the Boys Are Away:

“C’mon,” said Amelia. “Let’s go get showered while the boys are doing their cavemen piece.”

Gemma giggled. Her boyfriend Rob and Amelia’s bloke Tony were hunkered over the barbeque, desperately trying to get it to light. The breeze wasn’t helping, and the boys were getting increasingly irritable. It was time to make a hasty retreat before they started beating their chests.

The girls dashed into their respective tents and grabbed their stuff. As they started walking across the campsite to the shower block, Amelia said quietly, “I don’t know why we can’t just go to the pub, like normal people.”

“Heard that!” yelled Rob, glowering at them both. The girls scurried quickly away, not wanting to incite any more of the boys’ wrath.

Pulling the door shut behind them, Amelia remarked, “Ahh, it’s lovely and warm in here. Ya can’t beat a heated toilet block.”

“Too true,” responded Gemma, moving over to the sinks to put her things down. She looked around, checking that they were alone.

“Now, let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

“Wha—” before she could ask the question, Gemma had depressed the tap, filled her hands with water, and thrown it at Amelia.

“You bitch!” Amelia squealed, running over to Gemma. She began to tickle her, knowing the other girl would be helpless with giggles in a matter of seconds.

As she tried to block Amelia’s onslaught, Gemma sucked in a breath and gasped, “I thought we were going for a shower.”

Relenting, Amelia said, “You’re right. We were.”

Dropping a kiss on Gemma’s tousled head, she grabbed their stuff and headed for the biggest shower cubicle. Her lover followed, almost recovered from her giggling fit. Sliding the lock home, Gemma turned, only to see that Amelia was already stripping.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Gemma said, a smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“Shut up and get undressed,” Amelia responded, grinning at her. “We can’t be too long, or the boys’ll send a search party. Remember last time?”

Gemma laughed as she thought about the last time they’d come camping. The girls had been making love in the shower when they heard a knock at the door and a childish voice call out their names. It turned out that Rob and Tony had sent the little girl from the pitch next door to see if they were okay. Little Amy was very confused when both girls emerged from the same cubicle, and they’d had to come up with some lame excuse about Amelia having tangled her hair in her necklace.

Luckily, Amy had been young and naive enough to swallow their excuse. The boys had never been any the wiser. Still, they didn’t want to take any chances, especially since it could be the campsite warden knocking on the door next time, and they’d have to come up with a watertight excuse to fool an adult.

Kicking off her shoes, Gemma undressed. All the while she watched Amelia, whose nipples, despite the heat in the room, were hardening. Gemma expected it was due more to arousal than the temperature.

Reaching out a hand, Amelia switched on the shower then ducked back quickly. The water pounded down into the tray, and seconds later steam started to fill the air. Amelia tested the heat and, satisfied, stepped in. Gemma quickly joined her, but not before retrieving her bottles of shampoo and shower gel from her bag.

Dropping the containers onto the shelf behind her girlfriend, Gemma happily let herself step into Amelia’s embrace. They stood there for a few seconds, not moving, letting the water pummel and heat their skin.

Check out the buy links for this collection here.

Other House of Erotica titles I have published are: On the Prowl, Punish Me Good, While the Boys Are Away, Susie White and the Right Hand Man, Smut in the City, Smut by the Sea, Uniform Behaviour, Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills and Absolute Valentines.

Cheeky Spanking Stories is on Tour

Cheeky Spanking StoriesThe recently released anthology, Cheeky Spanking Stories, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel is now on tour. And as part of that tour, I’m posting an excerpt from my story in the anthology, which also happens to be the first one! Exciting or what?

*****

Excerpt from The Perfect Dom

Spank me. Is that an invitation?”

Shit. Mia had completely forgotten about him. Her flatmate, Katy, had asked if it was okay if her brother could stay on their sofa for a couple of nights. His own place was being fitted with a new bathroom and conditions over there weren’t exactly tantamount to hygiene. Mia had been rushing around in order to get to work and hadn’t really been paying attention, so she’d just agreed and then promptly forgotten.

Now, however, she was being treated to a huge and incredibly embarrassing reminder. Katy was on a nightshift at the hospital so when Mia had woken up at 9p.m.—her own body clock being on that of working in the club, though tonight was her night off—she’d deemed it safe to wander to the kitchen to get a drink in what she was wearing.

Big mistake. Alex was sitting on the sofa, an eyebrow quirked and a leering grin on his face. He held his iPad, and earphones hung around his neck. He’d obviously been watching a film or playing some ridiculous game before Mia had flipped the light on and sauntered through the living room in nothing but a skimpy vest and hotpants. The hotpants were, of course, what he was referring to. The fuchsia garment had SPANK ME emblazoned across the ass in large black lettering.

Mia gave Alex a look that would have turned a lesser man to stone. He, however, simply grinned even more widely, then said, “Well? Do you need a firm hand to that luscious butt of yours? Like a spanking, do you?”

Mia sighed. “Shut up, Alex. It’s none of your business. I’m just getting a drink. Get back to your damn gadget and leave me alone.”

“Oooh, someone’s defensive. I’m just saying, you must have them for a reason. A statement like that printed on your backside would definitely be construed as an invitation in my book.”

“Well, maybe it is an invitation, Alex. But it’s certainly not directed at you. Now if you’d kindly stop passing judgement on my non-existent sex life I’ll get my drink and get out of your way.”

Without giving him chance to reply, Mia flounced off into the kitchen and made herself a drink of squash. As she stood at the sink, Alex’s voice came from right behind her, startling her and making her drop the glass. Luckily, it fell a mere couple of inches into the sink, but it didn’t stop Mia turning furiously to Alex to give him a piece of her mind.

“What?!” Alex said, his hands spread wide in supplication as he received yet another cool stare. “All I said was that if the invitation was directed at me, I’d definitely take you up on it. And I’d do it right, too.”

Mia felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger colour and heat her face as Alex’s gaze assessed her from top to bottom. Much to her surprise, a further jolt of heat hit her groin and her nipples stiffened against the thin material of her vest top. She put it down to the fact that she was going through a dry patch. After all, if you go long enough without a good seeing to, people you wouldn’t normally consider start to look more and more attractive. Any port in a storm and all that. And as for Alex’s boast that he’d do it right, well…

“Really? I’d like to see you try.”

Fuck. Where had that come from? The look on Alex’s face told Mia that she had in fact said the words out loud. He was totally taken aback. He obviously hadn’t expected his blatant flirting to get him anywhere, and now she was challenging him.

*****

Want to get your hands on this spank-tastic anthology? Then check out the buy links here.

25% off Ravenous Romance Titles at All Romance eBooks!

Brick Dust & BedspringsNaughty DeliveryWow! The last two weeks had Resplendence Publishing titles with 25% off, and the next two weeks has Ravenous Romance books with the same deal! So now you can buy two of my short stories, which were already bargains, for even less!

Brick Dust & Bedsprings is a super hot threesome story about a woman who has builders in doing her drive. They’re two incredibly sexy men, and it seems they think the same about her. Let’s just say one thing leads to another, and leave it at that. You’ll have to read the story to see what happens. Here’s the link.

Naughty Delivery is a BDSM short story. It’s about a couple who order some sex toys over the internet. When they arrive, they’re astonished to find that instead of the items they ordered, they’ve received something considerably more kinky. But they append the rule of waste not, want not, and end up having a spanking good time! Here’s the link.

You can grab Brick Dust & Bedsprings and Naughty Delivery from All Romance eBooks until the 15th September with 25% off!

Reading at Sh! Hoxton, 18th November

Look out London –  the Northern Birds are coming!

On Friday 18th November at 7pm, my buddy Victoria Blisse and special guest yours truly are appearing at Sh! Hoxton for an exclusive erotic reading.

Victoria BlisseVictoria Blisse will be reading from her newly-launched book, Tempting Rendezvous. In true Blisse style, it’s a naughty tale about a sexy curvaceous chick, with BDSM elements. The print book will be on hand so you can grab yourself a copy and have Victoria sign it for you.

Victoria is also attending Erotica at Olympia on Saturday 19th, where she’ll be available for more signings and doing further readings – so if you’re going, keep your eye out for her!

Lucy FelthouseI will be reading snippets from a selection of my latest releases (titles to be decided), and will also be on hand to sign books and postcards.

I’m also be reading at Erotica on Saturday 19th, as well as appearing on a panel, so be sure to stop by, if you’re attending the show!

Victoria and I are also planning some nice surprises, fun and games with a distinct Northern theme for attendees of the Sh! Hoxton reading, so don’t miss out! Contact the Girlz at Sh! to reserve your place now! Be there or be square!