Out
Now – Multi-Orgasmic: A Collection of Erotic Short Stories by Lucy Felthouse
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Blurb:
From the pen of award-winning erotica
author Lucy Felthouse comes a collection of short stories and flash fiction
sure to hit the spot.
There’s something for everyone nestling
between the pages of this sexy anthology. From spanking to voyeurism, bondage
to pegging, solo loving to ménage, with a sprinkling of femdom, maledom and
magic, fans of M/F erotic stories will soon discover why this book is described
as multi-orgasmic.
Enjoy twenty one titillating tales, over
52,000 words of naughtiness packed into one steamy read.
Please note: Many of the stories in this
book have been previously published in anthologies and online, but three of the
tales are brand new and never-seen-before!
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Excerpt:
Private Jesse Bagnall glowered and muttered
to himself all the way to the mess. He’d just been bawled out by Corporal
Roxanne Grey—yet again—and he was getting seriously fed up of it. He knew he
wasn’t perfect in the drill exercises, but then nor were any of the other guys.
It was like she was singling him out and aiming all her abuse in his direction.
Being shouted at was to be expected in the army—it was almost part of the job
description—but Corporal Grey’s attitude was bordering on discriminatory, and
he didn’t know what to do about it. Especially without looking like a total
pussy.
Spotting some of his closest friends at a
table towards the back of the mess, he caught the eye of one of them—Matt
Kay—raised a hand in greeting, then got in line for his food.
Several minutes later he loaded his cup of
tea onto his tray along with everything else and headed over to where he’d seen
Matt and the boys. Hopefully they’d take his mind off the Queen Bitch. They
were always game for a laugh.
“All right, lads?” he said, sliding his
tray onto the table and taking a seat.
There were mumbles of assent.
“Yeah,” replied Ed Patterson. “You?”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
Ed raised an eyebrow, and the other men
turned their attention to Jesse, too. “Well,” Ed said, “that wasn’t very
convincing. What’s up, mate?”
Jesse sighed and ran a hand through his
hair. “It’s the drill instructor.”
His friends exchanged confused looks. “Care
to elaborate?” Matt said.
Not wanting to look like a wimp in front of
his mates, Jesse changed his tone. But once he had, the anger took over him.
“She’s a fucking bitch, that’s what!”
The confused expressions turned to
surprised ones.
“I’m fed up of her treating me like a twat.
I know it’s her job to bawl us out, but she takes it too far. I do my fucking
best, work my arse off, and it’s still not good enough for her.”
He barely noticed the gazes of his friends
shifting slightly, and carried on regardless. “She definitely picks on me more
than everyone else. As though I’ve seen sitting on my arse when everyone else
is killing themselves to get it right. She’s just being a complete and utter
bitch. Bitch face fucking Grey!”
Matt cleared his throat, to no avail.
“You know what her problem is?” Jesse
continued. “She needs a fucking good shag, she does. That might cheer the miserable
cow up. Mind you, Christ knows what man would be brave enough to go there.
She’d probably bite your cock off as soon as suck it.”
As the red mist of his anger dissipated,
Jesse finally clocked the reactions of the other men around his table. They
weren’t at all what he’d expected. Ed and Matt looked mighty chagrined, staring
at a point over his left shoulder. Private Graham Pilgrim had actually put his
head down and begun to bang it on the table.
A cold trickle of dread ran down his back,
and he turned, wondering which of his superiors had heard his rant.
Fuck. It was none other than the target of
his diatribe.
Corporal Roxanne Grey stood, her arms
crossed, one high-heeled foot tapping on the floor. Her facial expression was
as far from impressed as it was possible to be.
Coolly, she said, “Bagnall. Guard room,
now.”
Jesse’s heart sunk into his heavy-duty
boots, and he had to resist the temptation to drop his gaze to the floor. His
buddies would never let him live it down. He had to do as the woman said
otherwise he’d be guilty of insubordination, but he was going to do it in the
manliest way possible.
Turning back to the table, he sneaked a
quick glance at each of his friends in turn, hoping his expression looked
irritated, not shit scared, which was what he really was. Standing, he left his
lunch tray where it was and followed Corporal Grey out of the mess, across the
yard and into the scruffy-looking building that was the guard room. God, the
government really needed to put some money into this place—it certainly didn’t
give off the air of tough professionalism that the personnel were expected to
show.
Opening the door, Corporal Grey stood aside
and ushered him in, before following him and shutting the door behind them and
twisting the lock. The room was empty. She moved to sit in a chair, and
motioned him to take another one.
“I suppose you know why you’re here?”
“Yes, ma’am. My unforgiveable words and
actions back in the mess.” Now it was just the two of them, he could grovel as
much as he felt necessary without worrying about losing face.
“Hmm. Yes. But actually, it’s more the
reasoning behind the words that I’m interested in.”
“W—what do you mean?”
“You mentioned that you feel like I pick on
you, more than I do anyone else during drill instruction. As though you’re
sitting on your arse, I do believe were your words.”
Jesse fought the colour coming to his face,
and failed miserably. “Y—yes, ma’am.”
“Do I really make you feel that way? Or
were you just having a whinge to your mates? Tell me honestly, please.”
The anger had gone from her tone, and her
expression was open, expectant. She really and truly wanted him to be honest.
He opened and closed his mouth—not unlike a fish—a couple of times, before
clearing his throat and attempting to form an answer. It didn’t help that, now
she’d stopped screaming at him and was actually being quite pleasant, he’d come
to the conclusion that she was hot. Even in her army uniform, she looked
feminine, as though she was hiding a delicious body underneath all that olive
green.
“O—okay then. Yes, you do. Ever since you
turned up to drill us in preparation for the parade, you’ve made me feel like a
useless sack of shit. I know it’s important, God do I know, and I want to get
it right, but I really am trying my best. I’m giving this my all, and it seems
as though it’s just not good enough for you. Some of the other guys are worse
than me, and you don’t come down on them like a ton of bricks. Maybe just half
a ton.” He smiled weakly, hoping she’d realise he was joking.
A tiny smile played at the corners of the
corporal’s lips. “Would it make you feel any better if I told you why I’m doing
it? Shouting at you more than the others, I mean.”
“Um, I guess it depends on what you’re
going to say. I’m really not as shit as some of the other guys.”
“I know. But…” She got to her feet and
moved to stand in front of Jesse. Leaning down and placing her hands on the
arms of his chair, she continued. “Let’s just say I’m trying not to let my true
feelings show. If people found out how much I want you, I don’t think it would
go down too well.”
“W—want me? You want me?” His heart
pounded, and his brain raced to keep up with what she was saying. Did she
really mean what he thought she meant? Was there a way he could have
misunderstood her words? He didn’t think so. “You mean, like, want me in the
sex way?” He knew his phrasing was ridiculous, but he couldn’t think of
anything better right at that moment. His brain was too fried.
Corporal Grey laughed, her blue eyes
sparkling as crinkles appeared in their corners. It was adorable and sexy all
at once, and Jesse’s cock surprised him by hardening.
“Yes,” she said. “I mean in the sex way.
But I guess you know now why I’ve been behaving the way I have? Can you forgive
me? I didn’t mean to make you feel like a useless sack of shit. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, I can forgive you. But only if you
make it up to me.” It seemed his cock had taken over control of his mouth now,
because as the words floated into the air, he realised he had no idea what he
actually meant.
“Oh yeah?” Moving her hands to her hips,
Corporal Grey adopted a saucy stance. “And how am I supposed to do that?”
Jesse cast his gaze about the room rapidly,
hoping for inspiration. Thankfully, he spotted something that would serve his
purpose perfectly. Standing, he gently pushed past her and retrieved the pace
stick that was propped up in the corner. Designed for marking time in parades
and similar, when it was open it formed a ‘V’ shape; closed it was just a
wooden stick. One he could use to get his own back on Corporal Grey. And he
really had to stop thinking of her as Corporal Grey, especially considering
what he was about to do. She was Roxanne.
Turning back to her, he stifled a grin when
he saw the look on her face. She obviously hadn’t been expecting that. Pointing
to a nearby table, he commanded, “Pull your skirt up to your waist and bend
over.”
“O—okay.”
She sounded nervous, and he didn’t blame
her. Frankly, he was surprised she’d agreed. He was wielding quite an
interesting weapon, and she was going to allow him to use it on her. Perhaps
she was into a bit of pain. He’d soon find out.
Following her to the table, he waited while
she summoned her courage, then lifted her skirt. His eyebrows nearly
disappeared into his close-cropped hairline when he saw the skimpy black thong
that had been hidden beneath her drab skirt. It bisected lovely pale, round bum
cheeks, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to pull the material aside and
bury his cock in her warm depths.
First, though, Roxanne had some making up
to do. “Ready?”
Pressing her hands to the surface of the
table, she nodded quickly.
Jesse moved into the position he thought
best and waved the pace stick around a little, to get used to the way it moved
and balanced. He’d never spanked a woman before, never mind with one of these
things. God knows why he’d even suggested it. She probably thought he was some
kind of kinky bastard, now. Never mind, it was just a bit of fun.
Author
Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She
writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and
has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These
include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and
Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has
edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small
publishing house. She owns Erotica For
All, is book editor for Cliterati,
and is one eighth of The Brit Babes.
Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
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