New Release: Smut Alfresco

by | Mar 2, 2013 | | 0 Comments

As this post goes live, I’m in London at the Eroticon conference, woohoo! Exciting times.

However, this post is not about my hi-jinks. It’s about the release of Smut Alfresco: Tales of Outdoor Adventure, which I co-edited with Victoria Blisse. All the details are below:

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.

And here’s a short excerpt from my story:

Violet slammed down the lid of her laptop with far more force than was necessary. She flinched, thinking perhaps she might have cracked the screen or broken one of the machine’s internal components. Then she shrugged, realising she didn’t care if she had. It was her work’s computer, after all, not hers. If it was fucked, they’d have to replace it. And it would serve them right, too. Bastards.

The reason she was pissed off was the fact she was in work at all. It was Saturday, and the previous afternoon her useless boss had dumped a project on her, stating it had to be finished by Monday, no matter how long it took. He’d then added that he was going away for the weekend, meaning it was all down to her. The selfish, disorganised wanker. It wouldn’t be so bad, but she hadn’t had a pay rise for two years, and when she went above and beyond for her job, she didn’t get so much as a thank you, let alone be paid any overtime. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, either.

Well, fuck them. She wasn’t going to be a doormat—or her boss’ scapegoat—any more. Let them try and sack her—she wasn’t doing anything remotely wrong, and they couldn’t make her working life any more hellish than it already was.

She stood up sharply, sending her swivel chair careening backwards across the room until it hit the wall. She shrugged again, she still didn’t care. Let it chip the fucking paintwork, or a bust a hole in the plasterboard. No one else was there, so nobody could prove or disprove that it had been an accident.

Pausing to switch the lights off—she was pissed off at her employers, not the environment—she left the offices, setting the alarm before closing the door behind her. Stuffing her access swipe card into her handbag, she heaved a sigh of relief. There would probably be hell to pay for her stunt on Monday, but she’d worry about that then. Right now, she was just desperate to get out. Into the countryside, or, given she was in central London, to a green space, at the very least.

From where she worked, Green Park was probably the closest, but she figured Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens were bigger, so she’d be more likely to find a secluded spot where she could just be by herself. The last thing she needed now was to have to deal with other people.

Want your copy? Buy links are here, with more being added as they become available.

Also, some of the authors will be stopping by over the next few weeks, dishing the dirt on the inspiration for their stories. Watch this space.

Sunday Snog – E620

by | Feb 24, 2013 | | 1 Comment

Sunday Snog

The Best of Lucy FelthouseHere’s a snog-tastic snippet from one of my older stories, E620, which appears in The Best of Lucy Felthouse. It’s about two people at University together who end up getting it on in an empty classroom…

There had always been something stopping us getting it together before. It certainly wasn’t a lack of chemistry! Our friendship was just a friendship, but strong sexual attraction and mutual admiration has long bubbled away underneath.

 

Months of flirting, talking about sex, and discussing my dirty stories in fine detail have finally come to a head. Suddenly, in a classroom, we’re kissing. Karl’s tongue is in my mouth, his full lips pressed against mine. It’s such a hungry kiss I’m taken aback; mind you, it had been building up for so long it’s hardly surprising.

 

My hands are currently very confused. Being presented with this wonderful gift, they’re unsure where to grope first. So I settle for one hand on his arse, and the other playing with the mop of curls at the nape of his neck. The cleverly placed hand on his arse enables me to pull him closer, and I feel his hard-on against my groin. I groan inwardly, my pussy positively drooling. My pants are stuck to me, but I’m in such a state of bliss, I couldn’t really care less.

 

Now, one advantage of having Karl read my dirty stories is that he knows what kind of sex I like. A second advantage is his feedback, which hints at what kind he likes. In fact, we’ve talked about it so often, and in such great detail, sometimes I feel like we’ve already done it!

 

I tug his hair gently, rendering his throat exposed. I pounce, covering the sensitive skin with alternating butterfly kisses, tiny nips, and sensual sucks – giving him a taste of what’s to come.

 

I feel like I’m going to go crazy. My mind is a tumult of emotions. On the one hand, I want to savour this as long as possible, exploring every inch of his naked skin.


You can get your hands on The Best of Lucy Felthouse here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Guest Blogger: Victoria Blisse

by | Feb 22, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Vanilla with Extra NutsMore than Ice Cream

We’ve all heard the term  ‘vanilla’ in contexts other than an ice cream flavour. So it comes as no surprise that my latest release Vanilla with Extra Nuts isn’t an ice cream recipe book!

She’s just a vanilla girl until she finds her perfect toppings.

Megan is slowly falling in love with Adam until he confesses he’s seeing a guy behind her back. She thinks the relationship has been ruined until the night she indulges in a threesome with the man she loves and Simon, his lover.

As much as she enjoys being sandwiched between the two men she’s not sure the arrangement can last. So Megan has to decide.

Can she come to terms with sharing the man she adores with his male lover or will she have to say goodbye to her soulmate forever?

No, it’s something far tastier. Megan is a simple girl with simple desires and she’s completely blown away when she discovers her boyfriend is far more complex than she first thought. I really enjoyed discovering new things with Megan and it’s why I ended up titling the book as I did. It felt like she was discovering new favourites. So when you’ve got your favourite ice-cream flavour and you want to find the perfect toppings to go on it. I personally think you can’t go wrong with sprinkles on any flavour ice cream! What’s your favourite ice cream topping?

Megan discovers her favourite is extra nuts, here’s a scorching hot excerpt to illustrate that:

His breath caressed my wet lips and my clit perked up under its soft, arousing caress. I don’t think I breathed for a minute or more as I waited. Then as his mouth pressed against my plump lips I let it all out in one long moan. As his tongue lapped against me, bumping my sensitive flesh and my eager clit, I gasped and pushed my hips up. I felt the restriction of Adam’s leg keenly as I tried to press more of my hungering pussy to the very talented lips and tongue rubbing me in all the right ways.

Adam kissed me, cutting off my moans and muffling my gasps. Two tongues invaded me and teased me to the very heights of ecstasy. I was overloaded with the different touches and strokes over my body and I knew in a matter of moments I would explode. Then Simon stopped and I think I whimpered.

“Not yet, love, not yet.” Simon cooed and winked at me as I pouted down at him. “Damn, you and Adam make a fan-fucking-tastic cocktail. I always thought you would. I want to drink from your freshly fucked pussy on a regular basis now. It’s addictive.” I blushed but I smiled too. However, the smile was soon replaced as my jaw dropped. Simon parted Adam’s thighs and placed his juice covered lips around the very hard cock of my boyfriend. I’ve never seen a man give a blowjob before, nope never, so as well as being as hot as hell I found watching Simon’s technique very enlightening.

He used his hands to tease and stroke Adam’s balls almost constantly and he kept up a steady rhythm. I ran a finger through my sticky folds as I watched eagerly and took note. Simon pulled away suddenly and it was Adam’s turn to whimper with disappointment.

“You know I love your cock, baby,” Simon purred, “but right now I want to feel that gorgeous pussy wrapped around my dick. You don’t mind, do you, buddy?”

“No, no, I completely understand. Go ahead man, fuck her. I can see she’s gagging for it.”

My jaw dropped in disbelief at the way Adam just treated me like some kind of possession, but I said nothing because I really did want to be fucked and I was, as he’d said, gagging for it. Simon moved back between my thighs and leaned over to the bedside table. He opened the little drawer and pulled out a condom. Obviously he was used to Adam’s habits and for a minute I felt the old feelings of jealousy and upset overcoming me, but as Simon sat back on his heels, peeled open the packet, and rolled the condom over his thick cock I forgot all that and the lust over took my emotions once again.

Adam pressed his cheek against mine as we both craned our necks to watch Simon’s cock press between my lips. I felt so cherished, so sexy in that moment as one hot guy slipped inside of me and another held me close in his arms. Adam and I both watched enraptured for a few moments as Simon’s cock worked in and out of my slippery cunt. I was on fire, my cheeks and my chest were enflamed with heat. I tingled all over, my skin so sensitive every subtle touch brought me ever closer to orgasm.

Adam kissed me and his hand ran down over my stomach. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his lips on mine. It was such a strange sensation to have one man fuck you and one man kiss you, but it was good and something I wanted to experience again and again. I groaned when his fingers slipped down to my clit. As Simon fucked me Adam rubbed me just how I liked.

Adam’s lips left mine and again we were cheek to cheek watching what happened between my thighs. I found it hard to hold my eyes open, the pleasure grew in intensity and I didn’t want to miss one moment of this amazing experience. But eventually the sensations became too much and the ecstasy shot through me with such power my eyelids rattled shut as a desperate, orgasmic scream ripped from me.

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Victoria-Blisse-smallVictoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB’s Resident “Naked Chef”) and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.

Sunday Snog – Meet Me at the Spanish Steps

by | Feb 17, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

The Perfect DomHi everyone. Here’s a kiss plucked from the smutty pages of my latest release, The Perfect Dom. It’s an erotic anthology with a BDSM theme, so is very kinky and there’s not an awful lot of snogging, but I managed to find this one from Meet Me at the Spanish Steps. Enjoy!

I frowned, wondering what was ‘up’ from here. It was a public access area, so it obviously didn’t lead to any private dwellings or premises. Seconds later, the lift pinged its arrival, and, always the gentleman, William indicated I should go ahead of him. As soon as the doors closed—mercifully we hadn’t been joined by anyone else—he was upon me.

 

His hands grabbed my hips and pushed me against the grubby, graffiti-covered metal wall of the lift. Pinning me there with his entire body—and I certainly didn’t miss the fact that there was an eager erection pressing into my stomach—he leaned down to kiss me. Only it wasn’t just any kiss. It was the kiss I’d been craving for months. It was rough, possessive, and so erotic that I was glad he was holding me up, otherwise my knees probably would have given out.

 

William’s agile tongue continued to plunder my mouth until the lift slowed to a stop. Instantly, he stepped away from me. As soon as the doors opened, he grabbed my hand and all but marched out, pulling me breathless and gaping behind him. I barely had time to register that we were now at the square at the top of the Spanish Steps before I was led quickly past the artists and flower sellers, then past the church and down the street opposite.

Check out the blurb and buy links here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Sunday Snog/Blissekiss Chase – Loose Ends

by | Feb 10, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

Loose EndsHere’s a delicious snog from my erotic romance short story, Loose Ends. I’ve shared this particular snog before, but it’s one of my favourites and the story is packed full of romance, so I thought it was especially appropriate to include in Blissekiss Chase.

His next move took me completely by surprise. Downing the rest of his drink and putting his empty glass on the table, he said, “May I have this dance?”

 

Given the song was cheesy pop, it wasn’t as romantic as it sounded. Still, I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity—both to dance to my favorite song and to potentially cop a feel—so I finished my own drink and took his proffered hand.

 

This was no romantic slow dance; we weren’t even touching. But, after a couple of minutes of bopping around, we both realised how silly we were being and started laughing. I was almost doubled over at one point, and when I looked back up, my mirth instantly disappeared.

 

Jonathan was looking at me with such a serious expression that I thought something was wrong.

 

“What’s up?”

 

He said nothing, grabbing my hands and pulling me to him. My blood was already thundering through my veins as a result of the attempted dancing and subsequent giggling, so it was a wonder that the sudden proximity didn’t make me explode.
The look in his eyes was earnest, his expression serious. “I still want you, you know.”

 

Then, he kissed me. There was no messing around—well, apart from the previous eight years, of course—he just leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Without a thought about public displays of affection, I slipped my arms around his waist and kissed him back, opening my mouth to admit his tongue.

 

It was incredible. The culmination of eight years of sexual tension and unexplored feelings. I could feel my pussy juices dampening my thong, and Jonathan’s cock pressed insistently against my stomach. If I’d have been someone else looking at us, I’d have been telling us to “get a room”.

 

After a few seconds, I became horribly self-aware of the fact that other people were probably thinking just that. I pulled away from the kiss, then stood on tiptoes to reach Jonathan’s ear.

 

“Is everyone staring at us?” I didn’t dare look around and see if anyone was giving us disapproving glares.

 

“No,” he replied, with his arms still encircling my waist. “I don’t think anybody noticed.”

 

“Phew. I had visions of people shouting at us to get a room!” I laughed, then stopped abruptly when he spoke.

 

“Well, why don’t we?”

lucyfelthouseCheck out the blurb and buy links here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Smut Alfresco is Coming Soon!

by | Feb 1, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Hi all! Just a quick update on Smut Alfresco. Victoria Blisse and I are still working on edits in order to get the book off to the publisher, but here is a sneak peek at the line up:

  • A Grand Day Out by Violet Fields
  • Into the Woods by Demelza Hart
  • Little Wonders by Victoria Blisse
  • Meadow by Jacqueline Brocker
  • Private Hideaway by Wendi Zwaduk
  • Scorcher! by K T Red
  • The Explorer Challenge by Tilly Hunter
  • A Walk in the Country by Bel Anderson
  • Being Free by Lucy Felthouse
  • Mattress by Kay Jaybee
  • Patches by Tenille Brown
  • Satisfied Customers by Cass Peterson
  • Shine by Jenny Lyn
  • When the Rains Come by Nicole Gestalt

And here’s the blurb:

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.

Keep an eye out here and on my social networks for more news of this fab upcoming anthology!

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