Read Your Smut However You Want! by Lucy Felthouse

Lucy Felthouse is visiting today with some great news about Smut by the Sea Volume 2. Over to you, Lucy...

Firstly, I want to say a huge thank you to Tilly for letting me loose on her site today. Thanks, Tilly!

So, Smut by the Sea Volume 2 has been out for a little while now, so I apologise for being so slow in getting this guest post out, but things have been incredibly busy – but I’m not complaining. I’d rather be busy than bored!

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you can now read your Smut by the Sea Volume 2 however you want to—i.e. eBook or print. Yes, I said print! :D Most of the eBook sites now have the anthology available, but what’s even more exciting is that if you want a delicious print copy  in your hand (I’ve got ten here ready for Smut by the Sea the event on 22nd June—they’re gorgeous), you can bag one, or two, or fifty... we really don’t mind. Just head on over to Amazon UK or Amazon US (links here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/smut-by-the-sea-volume-2/) and grab your copy for an absolute bargain price.

And don’t forget to let us know what you think—us authors and editors thrive on feedback, you know...

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

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Excerpt from On the Big Wheel by Lucy Felthouse

Brigit loved the seaside. She always had, probably because visiting it was a rarity. Living in the centre of England meant that even the nearest seaside town was over an hour and a half away—and the nice resorts even further.

Which was why her boyfriend, Allen, proposed a long weekend in Brighton. He knew how fond she was of the seaside. Unsurprisingly, she agreed delightedly.

“It’s a long way,” she said. “But it doesn’t matter. We’d never go anywhere if we lamented the length of the journey.”

As it happened, the travelling wasn’t too bad. Miraculously the M1 was clear all the way down to the M25—and even that notorious motorway wasn’t experiencing its usual havoc. A straight shot south on the M23, then the A23 took them towards Brighton, and they navigated the one-way systems and lack of road signs and—eventually—found their hotel.

“Wow,” Brigit said, stretching luxuriously after getting out of the car, “that didn’t take as long as I thought. Shall we check in, dump our bags and go and explore?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Allen replied with a grin.

They slammed their respective car doors, grabbed the bags from the boot and headed into the hotel. Fifteen minutes later, after using the toilet and freshening up, they were back outside.

“Nice choice of hotel, babe. I like it.” Brigit said.

“I’m glad. I researched it well,” Allen replied.

“The bed looks nice and comfy.”

“Well, I’m sure we’ll be able to give it a decent road test later.” He winked at her, and got a slap on the arm for his trouble.

“You’ve got a one-track mind, you have.”

“Well, what do you expect when I’ve got a girlfriend that looks like you?”

She giggled. “Charmer.”

“That’s me. Okay, now I’m back in good books,” Allen said, “what do you want to do? Now, I mean. Not at bedtime.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Brigit stuck her tongue out at him before replying. “I dunno. Just look around I guess. Get our bearings. See what there is to do around here.”

They walked hand-in-hand towards the seafront, then along it in the direction of the pier. They passed the burnt out shell of the West Pier, and Brigit wondered aloud whether it would ever be rebuilt or demolished. Or would the blackened skeleton be left there forevermore, a reminder of what once was.

Soon, they drew close to Brighton Pier. Brigit turned to Allen with a grin.

“What?” he said, then followed her almost manic gaze down the length of the pier, towards a building with fake turret-type things and some very real flags. He sighed. He couldn’t be sure from here, but he thought it was bound to be the amusement arcade. “Oh, you want to go in there, do you? I wonder why?” His voice was laden with sarcasm in his last sentence.

“You know damn well why. Come on!” Brigit tugged him along the last few metres of the pavement and onto the wooden slats of the pier. “Ooh, we can have fish and chips when we come out, if you want.”

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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 beaches of Brazil to the altogether cooler coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 2 has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Amusement arcades, beach houses, mermaids, honeymooners, shipwrecks, sex toys and more abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Contains stories from Victoria Blisse, Tilly Hunter, Rachel Randall, Giselle Renarde, Tamsin Flowers, Lucy Felthouse, Kate Britton, Jillian Boyd, Bel Anderson, Cass Peterson, Delyth Angharad, T C Mill, Erzabet Bishop, Tenille Brown and Annabeth Leong.

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/smut-by-the-sea-volume-2/

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Random WIP excerpts

I'm doing my usual thing of working on far too many stories at once and deciding to write for far too many calls for submissions that stop me getting anywhere on the longer works I have on the go. But the end is in sight... until I see some fresh calls that tickle my fancy. 

These are what I'm working on at the mo. The first two are set to be those longer works I keep harping on about. The four after that are all short stories with summer deadlines:

1. This one's a contemporary story exploring what it means to be a male Dom:

She goes up to her bedroom and reaches under the bed for her toys, which she keeps in an old wicker picnic hamper. It makes it look like she’s going to pull out some cucumber sandwiches and a slice of Victoria sponge. What she actually takes out are two lengths of 8mm white cotton rope. 

2. And this one's a story of a couple who build their own house with lots of kinky opportunities in the design. Told by the male sub:

“I’ve been wondering what possessed me to grow these new-fangled round courgettes,” she says, showing me one that looks to me to be the size of a tennis ball, although my mind is probably exaggerating as it runs through the possible things she could do with it. I swallow and put down my hammer. I’ve already had trouble concentrating while I imagined what its handle would feel like inside me. We like to improvise.

3. And here's one in which a couple are separated for several months while he's on secondment so they start having webcam sex. She's just told him to gag himself:

He puts the black ball between his teeth and fiddles with the fastening. I see him cinch it so tight that the straps cut into the corners of his mouth. I’ve grown to love gagging him myself. I think it’s the moment when he opens his mouth and lets me slide it in. It’s another way of penetrating him, filling him all up... But seeing him do it to himself. That’s new. That’s something I’ll be doing again when he gets home too. 

4. And here's a fem sub to even things up a bit, although she's on her own in a 'special' kind of spa in this bit ahead of a date that evening:

My breath seems loud. Perhaps because it’s the only thing I can hear. No rainforest sounds CD, thank God. I’m starting to feel warm and my skin is tingling as my sweat activates the mud minerals. It is a spa treatment, after all. Just one that provides a little extra. If I survive today without dying of embarrassment, I might sign up for one of their shibari experience days. Sounds like something you’d get coupons in the paper for – try paragliding, try scuba diving, try rope suspension…

5. Here's one about sharing fantasies:

That night. It was a few weeks ago. Cabernet sauvignon had been on buy-one-get-one-free, so of course we drank both bottles. Then we started talking dirty. “Go on, there must be some fantasy you haven’t let on about,” I dared him. His turned out to be the relatively mundane one of wanting to watch me with another woman. My confession put a bit of a dampener on the evening. He sobered up pretty quick when I said, “I’d really love to fuck your ass with a strap-on.”

6. And here's a historic m/m one - a Victorian lord and his gardener. The 'fgfgfg' denotes some research still to be done (yellow rose variety around in the 19th century anyone?) And of course, in Tilly World, it's not going to be the gardener who ends up on his knees later...

He comes out onto the front steps to see them off. The parasites that have fed from his table and slept in his feather beds for nigh on a month. I don’t understand how he can be so polite to them all, rigorously observing all social niceties. I know he’s seen me here, kneeling in the rose bed weeding; he made one slight glance to where I’m working beneath the yellow fgfgfg before he turned back to his guests, smiling and shaking hands, lifting the ladies’ gloved fingers to his lips.

Get to Know Bella Buxom...

Author Jo-Anne Kenrick has been sharing some snippets from Coming Together with Curves over at her blog. She was kind enough to say this about my story, Six Lengths of Red Hemp, “There's no getting away from how deeply engaging this story is; every knot, every wrap... we feel it all thanks to Ms Hunter's rich descriptions.”

But whilst bigging up everyone else’s stories, she skipped over her own. So I’m going to redress this and tell you all about Bella Buxom, Just Squeeze Me.

The leading lady in this story is talented, sexy, confident and vivacious. And a bit of a bitch. Charlie is smitten with Bella Buxom, the sassy star of a burlesque show, and fantasises about her as he goes back home to his lonely flat. Her stage world of glitz and glamour contrasts sharply with his mundane life at home and work. But one day, their paths meet. She teases him, belittles him, lies to him and uses him. And when they end up in bed, she’s just as bossy and demanding. He knows he should refuse to be treated that way, but he just can’t help himself. She’s irresistible. As her ex says, “She’ll drive any man to madness.”

I love the way that Bella is a complex character, sometimes nice, sometimes nasty, sometimes confident, sometimes vulnerable. She’s not some stereotypical woman hiding her secret pain beneath a bubbly exterior. She shows that women, fat or skinny, cannot be pigeonholed into convenient little categories. And she’s damn hot.

Here's what happens when they first meet outside the club:

"You lost?" She appears shaken, eyes wide behind a thin veil of curls fallen free from her hairdo, watchful.

Crap, I scared her. Better put her mind at ease, let her know I'm no Jack the Ripper ASAP. I wave and say, "Hi, Bella, you probably get this all the time but—

"Yes, I do. So save yourself the rejection, pet, and leave me alone, there's a good boy." She flicks her hand at me, shooing me away. The simple  gesture stings, serves as a slap across my face.

"A man has to try." I get it, I'm just some dude who gawks at her on a daily basis. I didn't expect her to fall in love with me. Nah, that was more hope than expectation. I shrug, the ache in me thrice as bad as it usually is post-Bella. Back to Red Shoe Diaries and my stir-fry.

"Wait, I know you." She peers over her shoulder then back to me. "You always sit up front, have a look of a puppy dog wanting a treat. You're adorable when you pant. Puppy, wanna take me for a drink?"

I want to cling to her offering of a sliver of hope, but remind myself she's a tease artist. I grit my teeth to stop a love confessional from spilling and force myself to say, "No, forget it, I can see you don't wanna be bothered."

"Oh, puppy, don't be grumpy."

Coming Together with Curves is available at All Romance, Amazon.com, Amazon UK, and other outlets. Proceeds benefit the charity, Parkinsons UK.

Top picture is burlesque performer Lady Monster.

On Curves

‘More than half of women hate the sight of their naked bodies.’ ‘The secrets of losing belly fat.’ ‘Sex moves that burn 400 calories.’ ‘By age 6, girls start to express concerns about their own weight or shape.’ ‘Only four per cent of women globally consider themselves beautiful.’ ‘By adolescence, studies show that young people are receiving an estimated 5,260 “attractiveness messages” per year from television commercials.’

These are just a few snippets of the headlines, adverts and news articles I found within minutes on the web about women’s bodies and how they feel about them. I actually live in a cosy little cocoon in which I see a lot less of this than most people; I long ago stopped reading the women’s magazines that are really just a marketing vehicle to get you to buy stuff, I don’t watch telly (I mean it, I can play a DVD but have no TV services) and I don’t do a lot of recreational shopping. I'm also wary of taking information from magazine surveys and beauty company research at face value. But there's no escaping the fact that there is enormous pressure on women to look a certain way. And mostly that way is thin.

Now, I don’t have the time to produce an academic treatise on all of this. But I do write smutty stories. And when I saw the call for submissions to Coming Together: With Curves, I thought I could do a little tiny something to help redress the balance. To present a character who is both curvy and confident. Because there’s one thing I know for sure - that self-consciousness about your flabby bits does not make for enjoyment of sex. It’s unusual for me to even describe a character’s physical appearance in any great depth; I usually leave that up to the reader. But given the prevalence of Photoshopped images of size zero models, I think there’s a need to show that women – and men – come in all shapes and sizes. And that their size does not define them, their appearance does not tell you who they are, the number on their clothing labels does not make them good or bad or healthy or lazy or ugly or sexy or kind or mean or... you get the message. 

If you’re interested, I read a blog post recently by Hanne Blank entitled Real Women, in which she points out that ‘Real women do not look like just one thing.’

All the buy links for Coming Together with Curves are here and profits go to the charity Parkinsons UK. 

Review: Forever Bound

This is a great collection that features an awful lot of rope and a wide variety of stories that should provide something for anyone with any kind of interest in bondage. The plots generally revolve around the eroticism so the sexual tension is a driving force. The writing is invariably fluent and engaging throughout. It’s easiest to describe by what is not here – stereotypes of physical description, moments of confusion, clichéd characters. These stories strike a balance between being highly original and imaginative, without straying into the unbelievable.

The bondage – and that’s surely what we’re all here for – goes beyond the predictable. And it’s well described, which can be a challenge for anything beyond the basics. I have my favourites – and other stories I didn’t enjoy so much, but even those were entertaining; I didn’t regret taking the time to read them. There’s generally a good balance of settings, themes, relationships, emotional depth, types of bondage and other kinky content such as spankings and floggings, gags, orgasm denial, interesting sex toys, domestic discipline, breath play, anal.

So what do the characters get tied up with? Well, you’ve got bell ropes in a church, hemp ropes, unidentified ropes, belts, cling film, straps, cuffs, a leash, curtain ties. There’s suspension, tying to chairs, beds, tables, a billiard table, workhorse...

My favourite stories? Ring My Bell by Rose de Fer was a fantastic opener. It’s got that tension of a new relationship when one side is wondering whether the other will be able to fulfil their kinky fantasies. I love the way the ropes – a church’s bell ropes ­– they use (misuse?) are there for an entirely different purpose but prove to be so... versatile. The story gets deep into the sub’s mind and shows her imagination doing half the job of getting her suitably worked up. Giselle Renarde’s Madeline and More described the backdrop of a choir practice so vividly that I didn’t need to know anything about music to be hooked. And she manages to describe the bondage position clearly without losing pace. Beginner’s Luck by Annabeth Leong was just fabulous – I can’t resist an endearing male sub, especially when he’s all tied up and helplessly horny. The story explores what happens when one sub tries going on top for a change in the setting of a rope bondage workshop and the idea that the experience of being a Bottom can make for a fantastic Top. I love the way she physically manoeuvres him and teases him. Someone mop my brow...

There were a couple of minor negatives to the collection, in my opinion. There were no m/m stories, which seems like a drawback in an anthology which is otherwise so full of variety in its relationship dynamics. Also, with the exception of Leong’s story, those with a female dominant were stories of cold, unemotional encounters with professional-type dominatrixes (I always wonder if that should be dominatrices), unbalanced by any that took place within loving, long-term relationships. This stood out against the much more balanced variety of the femsub stories. 

On the other hand, the absence of a cheesy cover is a definite plus! I picked up Forever Bound at Amazon uk. It's published by Mischief and is another one that is a mere 49p at the time of writing. 

Review: Confessions of a Kinky Wife

I've just read Confessions of a Kinky Wife by Justine Elyot, and I couldn't put my ereader down. I read it on a Sunday morning when I had planned to go out for a run. Instead, I just kept on reading until I'd devoured the whole book.

It’s highly readable, with a realistic plot and characters and a constant simmer of eroticism. Dan and Pip are a normal married couple who enjoy a good sex life. But Pip has fantasies of being disciplined by her husband for her ‘misdemeanours’. The story follows them from ‘The Talk’, when she finally plucks up the courage to tell Dan what she wants, as they pick out a path that suits them with the help of a spectacularly politically incorrect guidebook. A leather belt she buys him for their third anniversary plays a significant role in events.

This is an engaging story of two ordinary people in love with plenty of spice in the form of spankings, ‘corner time’, vibrators, butt plugs, anal sex and the odd handcuffs incident. It’s not a book of full-on lifestyle BDSM, exploring instead how two novices can incorporate elements of kink into their busy lives. And it doesn’t rely on exotic locations or fantastical escapism, instead delving deep into the secret emotions and desires of two people with the sort of work and social lives most of us can relate to. The story is highly believable and it’s satisfying as a reader to see an ordinary, loving relationship develop and deepen.

There’s enough discussion of the sexual politics of female submission to avoid glossing over obvious issues, but not so much that it detracts from the pleasure of the story. At first I was uncomfortable with the idea that Pip wants to be disciplined over areas of her character she wants to change – notably her bad temper – but everything is at her instigation, not imposed on her by Dan. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get to fulfil a fantasy or two of his own. It’s a learning process for both of them as they experiment and it’s that development through the book that keeps you hooked. Although the story touches on some pretty powerful sensations and emotions, it never gets too heavy and there’s often a touch of humour to lighten the tone.

I bought Confessions of a Kinky Wife at Amazon.uk. At the time of writing, it was 49p. Published by Mischief.

Victoria Blisse Talks Smut

Well, what a pickle. I've got Smut editor extraordinaire Victoria Blisse here today and I'm sure she'll be expecting cake. But I'm out! I'm over at Erzabet Bishop's blog with a mini interview of my seaside favourites. Big thanks to both of them.

Here, Victoria explains what she's looking for when she's choosing a hot seaside story:

What makes a good beach story?

Lucy Felthouse and I have edited two volumes of Smut by the Sea now and I’d like to think we have managed to find some top quality pieces of erotic fiction based on the coast. Here are some of the things we look for.

Setting:

This may sound a bit obvious, but we need to know the story is set by the sea. We don’t want a story that could be set anywhere, we want signs that it is near the ocean. Sea birds, fun fairs, sand, arcades, ice creams, the scent of salt on the air are all examples of things we like to see.

Emotion:

Evoking a feeling of holiday fun is what the Smut by the Sea anthologies are all about.

All successful stories need to engage your emotions, so this kind of goes without saying. However, with all the Smut anthologies we’re looking for a light-hearted feel that makes sex fun and this is particularly essential in the seaside stories.

We want our readers to be transported to the coast, to feel the excitement of being on holiday. We love stories that make us feel like we’re in a very particular place, where when you read them you feel like you’re seeing all the sights, smelling all the scents and feeling the wind whipping in your hair.

Hot, hot, hot!

I’m not talking about the weather, many of the Smut by the Sea stories are set in the cold or the wet and are thoroughly brilliant. No, the kind of heat we’ve looked for has been sexual. We want hot loving and lots of it. The more ingenious, the better!

If you’ve got a bit of all the above, you’ve got a good seaside story. If you’d like to read lots of such stories pick up Smut by the Sea Volume 1 http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/smut-by-the-sea and Volume 2.

http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/smut-by-the-sea-vol-2

Here’s a snippet from my Story, Honeymoon Suite, which appears in Smut by the Sea Volume 2 http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/smut-by-the-sea-vol-2

“I might as well confess all,” I sighed. “Come in a minute.” I ducked behind him when he stepped forward and closed the door.

I was encouraged to see he didn’t look too scared. Confused, yes but he even managed to wear that well.

“I’m not a lesbian,” I blurted. “And neither is Sam.”

Ben still looked dazed. I took the Kindle from his hands and put it down on a side table, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

“We’re not even married. She’s just my mate. “

“O--kay,” Ben exhaled. “Erm, why do I need to know that?”

“Because you work here, and I won this holiday as a honeymoon and Sam and I have been lying about being a couple so we could take advantage of that prize.”

“Oh,” Ben sat on the chair opposite the end of the bed. “Well, there’s two things you should know.” He leant forward, rested his arms along his knees and he looked directly at me. I wilted under his gaze. I was mentally packing my bags before he even said a word.

“Firstly, I’m an employee so honestly, I don’t care what you do as long as you don’t complain about it to me or make a complaint about me. Then secondly it doesn’t matter anyway. The company gives out quite a few of these holidays and as long as they’re taken they don’t really care if you’re married or not.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Well that’s a relief, I can tell you,” I giggled as the anxiety lifted, holding on to my chest to steady myself after the good news.

“I’m glad to have been of help,” Ben smiled. “Anyway, my shift just finished so I’m off for the night.”

“Oh, right. Well thanks for bringing my Kindle back for me.” I don’t know whether it was the heady relief that gave me the bravery to carry on or if it was just the presence of a highly handsome man in my bedroom but I managed to sputter out an invitation.

“Look, I’ve got this huge bottle of champagne, a basket of fruit and a licence to call room service. Would you like to join me? You know, as a thank you.”

“Really, we’re not meant to erm, fraternise with the customers.” He coughed.

“Oh right, well, yes, then, well…erm.” I was completely embarrassed until he stopped me with his next sentence.

“But I’m off duty so I don’t give a fuck.”

“Ha, brilliant,” I laughed. “You pop the cork and I’ll order some...how do you fancy pizza?”

He nodded, stood and went over to pick up the champagne. “I’m easy,” he said, “you can go on top if you like –I mean choose what goes on top.” He winked. Was he flirting with me?

I shook my head and reached over to pick up the phone.

“Hi, yes I’d like a large pizza sent to my room, cheese and tomato will be fine, thanks.”

A pop and a fizz indicated the champagne bottle was open.

“Here you go.” Ben passed me a glass. “To your good health.”

“And yours,” I replied, clinking my glass with his then taking a short sip of the madly bubbling liquid. “Shall we sit out on the balcony?”

“Why not?”

I followed him out into the cool evening breeze, drink in hand. I was completely absorbed in the moment and had all but forgotten I was wearing nothing but my lightest nightie.

“I never grow weary of watching a Caribbean sunset,” Ben sighed. I walked over to lean against the balustrade next to him.

“It’s very beautiful,” I responded, looking over the beach and the sea, tinted orange, red and peach from the glow of the disappearing sun. “How long have you been out here?”

“A few years.”

“Don’t you miss home?”

“Occasionally,” Ben nodded, “but I’m mostly happy here.”

We slipped into silence. The world around hummed with noise, the slap of water on sand, the low hum of faraway conversation and laughter and the rustle of light breeze through palm trees.

I was thinking hard. How does a person go about seducing another? All I wanted to do was throw myself into his arms and kiss him but I was pretty sure that you had to build up to that kind of thing. How do you flirt? I’d never been very good at it. I was always surprised when a guy showed any interest in me at all.

As I thought and didn’t pay attention to what I was doing, my elbow slipped on the polished wood and knocked into his, throwing me completely off balance.

“Whoa, steady there.” He turned to face me and I fell into him, tossing the contents of my glass all over his front.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry.” I found my feet and steadied myself. I looked into his eyes and words dried up in my mouth. I didn’t worry about my wet chest butting up against his. It felt quite good, actually. He took my champagne glass from my hand and set it down on the table beside us. He didn’t let his gaze leave mine, not even for a second. The tension built. I gulped. He kissed me.

My eyes widened in shock at first then I closed them as I sank into the heat of the kiss. Ben held me tightly, our wet chests rubbing together through damp layers of cotton. He stroked my back as I desperately gripped onto his hips and our mouths pressed into one another determinedly. I was aware of a vague knocking, but I had assumed it was my heart or maybe my knees giving way beneath me.

“The pizza,” Ben gasped and pulled away. “You jump into bed, I’ll get it.”

Smut guest - Bel Anderson

I have fellow smut writer Bel Anderson with me for a virtual cuppa today, so over to her...

I’m thrilled to have a story, ‘The Beach House,’ in the brand new Smut by the Sea - available at All Romance, Amazon UK and Amazon.com.

The inspiration for the story came from two sources – the location was inspired by a childhood holiday and the male love-interest is pretty much based on my first ever lover. 

When I was about seven years old, my parents, sister and I stayed in a holiday cottage belonging to friends of the family in Lessingham, Norfolk. I don’t have great memories about the cottage itself – my abiding memory is that there were ear-wigs in residence and I used to fall asleep with my fingers in my ears, afraid that they’d crawl in! What I really remember are the dunes – miles and miles of them – and the rolling, grey North Sea. It was windy and wild and it stirred something in my soul. It has been the basis of two other, non-erotic, stories as well, one of which was published in a women’s magazine. I’ve tweaked the cottage and made it a sort of glorified beach hut for the purposes of this story, but the wildness of that part of the coast remains un-tweaked.

And onto the man… he wasn’t a childhood sweetheart but I was only seventeen and, yes, he broke my heart. He was five years older, wore a suit, smelt of aftershave and knew his way around a woman’s body. I consider myself lucky to have had him as my first lover because he taught me to enjoy my body with confidence and treated me like a woman. He had hair the colour of a red-setter’s coat, smiling green-blue eyes and he used to make me laugh. He was also a dreadful snob and had been brought up as though he was one of the aristocracy, which he wasn’t. I was too lowly to even meet his mother. Still, the great thing about memory is that you can be selective – and I have selected everything that was gorgeous and sexy about him for this story.

Here’s a small taste:

I step over the threshold and he reaches past me to flick the light switch, producing an electric-shock-type reaction from me as his arm brushes my shoulder and nothing at all from the bulb in the ceiling.

“Maybe the electricity’s off,” he says, flicking the switch a couple of times for good measure.

It is. The old card-meter is card-less. Bang goes any vision I may have been entertaining of a cosy fire and us writhing naked on the rug in front of it. I remind myself that it was never going to happen anyway; only in my filthy mind. In any case, if there still is a rug, it’ll be full of dust and goodness only knows what else.

“Oh well.” He looks at me, his green eyes clear and so, so beautiful in the half-light of the hallway. I make a snap decision. I reach up to touch his face and then slip my fingers slowly into the luxurious thickness of his hair. I stand up on tiptoe and I pull his head down to mine. He doesn’t resist. His breath, warm and clean, mingles with my own as his lips part and slowly, tentatively, find mine. A small moan of lust escapes me as his hot tongue slides delicately, almost politely, between them. I return the pressure as my chest heaves against his and suddenly he’s devouring me, his hands roaming from my hair to my face, to my throat and back again. I bury my fingers in handfuls of his thick hair, stroke the plane of his cheek, finger the smooth line of his jaw; everything I’ve been longing to touch from the moment I saw him this afternoon. I close my eyes and let all thoughts fall away. I just want to feel.

Bel has previously been published in anthologies by Xcite books, has recently had stories published in Smut Alfresco and  Smut by the Sea Volume 2. She is working on a non-erotic novel and also an anthology of erotic stories.

You can find her blog here: http://belandersonwrites.blogspot.com  and her work here:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Smut-Sea-Absolute-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00CFP1W5U/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1368034428&sr=1-2&keywords=Smut+by+the+Sea

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Smut-Alfresco-Absolute-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00BL6RF0K/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1368034521&sr=1-1&keywords=Smut+Alfresco

http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_3?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Bel%20Anderson&search-alias=books-uk&sort=relevancerank

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dead-Sexy-Paranormal-Erotic-Anthology/dp/1908086505/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1363018292&sr=1-5

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dead-Sexy-paranormal-stories-ebook/dp/B009YLRHEI/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1363018292&sr=1-6

http://www.xcitebooks.com/results.html?keyword=Bel+Anderson

Did someone mention cake?

Personally, I'm a fan of a nice moist carrot cake with a sweet cream cheese topping. Or a good old-fashioned scone with raspberry jam and clotted cream. Always served with tea. So it's a good job I keep going out visiting other lovely writerly folks for virtual baked goods.

I'm at fellow smut writer Jilly Boyd's place talking about Smut by the Sea and seaside inspiration. My mind flits from bondage under the pier to snoozing on a warm, grassy bank via the pervertability of lighthouse-shaped souvenir ornaments.

Read the post here.

Out now - Coming Together: With Curves

More exciting book release news. Coming Together: With Curves is out now and contains my story, Six Lengths of Red Hemp. And the fabulous thing is that by buying this book you're helping charity. So by reading smut you'll be doing your good turn for the day.

The anthology, edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse, is a collection of eleven stories featuring 'bold, brazen babes with dangerous curves'. All proceeds are going to Parkinsons UK.

As well as stories by Lucy and Victoria, you've got Lily Harlem, JoAnne Kenrick, Elizabeth Lapthorne, Bella Blake, Sommer Marsden, Giselle Renarde and Lexie Bay.

In my tale, Lousia's fella treats her to an erotic photoshoot for her birthday and the story moves between the photographer's Japanese-style garden and what happens in Louisa and Dan's bedroom when they view the resulting artworks. It starts like this:

Louisa turned the pages with awe. The photographs were some of the most beautiful erotic art she had ever seen. The scarlet red dye of hemp ropes contrasted startlingly with the lush green of leaves and mosses in the Japanese garden where they had been taken. Dampened skin brought out every contour of the model’s body. Her body.

Coming Together: With Curves is available as an ebook at Smashwords, Amazon UK and Amazon.com. Paperback at CreateSpace.

Out visiting

Happy bank holiday to the Brits. I hope you all get chance to enjoy the sunshine we've waited so long for. I certainly made the most of a free weekend by climbing a big hill, swimming in a very cold mountain lake, drinking real ale and eating fish and chips by the seaside. Yes, that is the lake and, yes, that is snow on the mountain.

I'm visiting fellow Smut writer Bel Anderson today to talk about my story in Smut by the Sea vol 2, with this little poser:

When I read Smut by the Sea volume 1 last summer, I knew I wanted to write a story for volume 2 because I love the seaside. But it posed a problem: could I write a sweet story that manages to be sexy without the merest mention of a length of rope?

Read more over at Bel's blog.

Inspiration Calling by Kay Jaybee

I have the lovely Kay Jaybee with me today, so over to you Kay...

Thank you ever so much for inviting me to your great blog today Tilly!

One of the questions that I’m often asked is how, after so long writing erotica, do I keep finding the inspiration for my stories. To be honest, I actually have the opposite problem than you might imagine. I don’t find I run out of inspiration, but have so much my head is continually bursting with ideas I’ll never have time to follow up even if I wrote every day for the rest of my life!

Inspiration is everywhere. It’s in the smell of fresh air, the fall of a leaf, the odd sentence in an overheard conversation, the umbrella accidentally left in the freezer at the supermarket... I saw a hairbrush dropped on a cafe floor a few months ago - the story of why and how that hairbrush came to be there will be written!! Of course, it probably just fell out a handbag - but perhaps it didn’t, perhaps there was another reason...

The story I put together for the anthology Smut Alfresco came about in a similar way. I was travelling, and saw an abandoned mattress out of the window. It looked so sad somehow as it lay unwanted on the edge of a field. I wanted to write its story - after all, if a mattress hasn’t got a tale to tell, then what has!!

Here’s a little snippet for you...

The way the two women sniggered as they spotted me lying on the ground, made me sure they hadn’t expected their walk to produce such a convenient opportunity to fuck.

From the scent of them, I’d say they’d been drinking cocktails. The mildly sickly scent of boozy peach and mango fruit clung to them, suggesting they’d partaken of enough alcohol to be without inhibition, but not enough to be without decision making abilities.

The minute they saw me, cast aside, damaged and unwanted amongst a pile of autumn leaves at the edge of a wood, they knew what they wanted to do, and their giggling became laced with purpose.

            Somehow, during the periods of inaction between eventful episodes of accidental discovery by passersby, I’ve almost blended into the landscape, forming a hinterland of sexual promise between the woods to my right, and a farmer’s field to my left. However, like so many of my opportune visitors, these young ladies didn’t care that a number of my springs were poking out of my sides, or that nights and days of rainfall had given me the musty aroma of the trees that surround me.

            You could see the need for sex burn in the women’s matching green eyes. I’d know that look anywhere. I used to see in the old days when I’d been working as half of a partnership. ‘Mattress and bed!’ What a team we’d formed when we’d resided together in a cheap hotel in town. Couple after couple would visit me and my divan support back then, in a “rent me by the hour” sort of a way. I miss that life. I miss making people happy. I miss fulfilling my purpose properly...’

My advice to anyone finding their inspiration a little lacking is - look around you.

Go on - do it now.

Look at the place where you’re sat, stood, or walking through, right now as you read this blog. I bet you can see a story.

Is there litter on the floor? Can you see an empty coffee cup? Can you smell fresh paint? How hard is the wind blowing? Is the heating turned up too high? Is it freezing, and yet someone has left a scarf on the floor unworn.... I’d love to hear if any of this has inspired you...

Happy writing everyone - and thanks again Tilly for letting me gatecrash your space!

Kay xx

Kay Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), as well as the novellas, Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press (inc. Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best Bondage 2012 and 2013, Sweet Love, Smooth, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions), Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers), Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica), Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sin, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music, Tricks For Kicks), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex),and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views)

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee

And on Facebook- http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

On Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee

Pinterest- http://pinterest.com/kjberotica/

Kay is also a Brit Babe - http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/

Out visiting

I'm over at Lucy Felthouse's place today, discussing why the seaside is so sexy over a virtual cup of tea, as we big up the fabulous Smut by the Sea vol 2. 

The British seaside 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.

Read more at Lucy's blog.