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Lucy Felthouse is Here with Gossip and a Giveaway!

Please extend a special festive welcome to Lucy Felthouse who's dropped by to spill all the gossip on her fantasy men, treat us to a contest and wow, look at that hot guy on the cover of her new book - Illicit Relations!

Hey, Lucy, thanks for stopping by, quick, come on, tell me, what super-hero would you most like to share your Christmas dinner with?

Oh, can I only have one? That’s a little mean. I’m going to be uber greedy and choose two. Or three, maybe. Oh, bugger. I’ll go for Hawkeye (aka Jeremy Renner – though Hawkeye isn’t technically a super hero), Superman (aka Henry Cavill) and Thor (aka Chris Hemsworth). Though be warned, there are lots more I could go on about, so think yourself lucky I only went for three. I wouldn’t say no to any of The Avengers – including the Black Widow!







We are so similar, I think I'd choose those three too! What movie star would you put on your sexiest stockings for?
Uhh... see above. LOL. Seems a little pointless though, really, as they’d just be coming off again. Also, I don’t have any sexy stockings, I’d have to go and buy some first.
Here you go, Lucy, a pressie from me to you...


Which fictional character from your books would you like to be your hot water bottle on a cold winter night?
Easy peasy lemon squeezy. That would be Travis Connolly of Grand Slam. He’s sexy, muscular, talented, spectacular in bed and has loads of money. He could take me away to nice hot places so I wouldn’t need a hot water bottle!


Which fictional character from a book you've read in 2013 would you like to share you mince pie with?
I despise mince pies, so I’d give that to the fictional character. And the character would have to be a toss up between Harris Walker from Grace Marshall’s novel, The Exhibition, and Brick from Lily Harlem’s Cross-Checked.
One night, one wish, who would you like to see sneaking into your bedroom at the stroke of midnight?
I refer you back to question one. Though admittedly, it’d be a tight squeeze in my single bed, but I’m sure we’d make it work!


I love cover-models, but whose cracker would you like to pull?
I’m actually a total sucker for the guy on the cover of Grand Slam. He reminds me of one of my crushes from one of the TV programmes I watch. Hot!
Thanks to Lily for having me stop by with this fun interview! Happy Christmas everyone, and happy reading!
Lucy x
Thank you for spilling the beans and sharing all those hot guys with us, Lucy, and now, without further ado, here's an excerpt from Illicit Relations...
*****
Terry deliberately averted his gaze as Justin tugged off his T-shirt and dove into the pool. The last thing he needed was to see him topless. His libido was already in overdrive and he was having trouble not jumping Justin’s bones. In fact, the only thing that held him back was the fact that Justin was his second cousin. They hadn’t been brought up particularly closely, so it wasn’t as if he were lusting after someone he considered to be a brother, but still. They were related and it was weird. Or it would be weird if anything happened between them, which it wouldn’t, of course. It would be wrong and they both knew it.Terry assumed that was the reason Justin was avoiding him, anyway. They got on well and there was an obvious spark between them, but nothing inappropriate had ever taken place. For the most part, they acted as cousins should. Every now and again, though, he’d catch Justin looking at him. Equally, Terry would drink his fill of his cousin when no one else was looking. Apparently it was getting increasingly difficult for Justin, too.Right now, at the annual summer get together at Terry’s grandparents’ massive house in rural Warwickshire, the tension between them had never been higher.What made the whole thing ten times worse was that neither of them had come out. So ending up together would be a double whammy for their families. He could see it now. Hey, everyone! I’m gay—and so is he. We’re together. Now as you were.He didn’t know whether the reaction would be favorable or not.He also knew that part of his frustration about the situation was because he hadn’t yet seen any point in coming out. His feelings for Justin ran deeper than he cared to admit, and for that reason he hadn’t been in a relationship with anyone—ever. Not a homosexual relationship, anyway. He’d had girlfriends back in the days when he hadn’t realized what his urges meant, but since then he’d been by himself and remained a virgin. He was surprised, actually, that no one in his family had asked whether he was gay. He could only assume that because he was so private generally, they thought he would only introduce them to someone when he felt it was absolutely right. That was his plan, in fact. To come out and introduce his partner at the same time. But until he got over this damn infatuation with Justin, he was never going to be any farther forward.His thoughts ran on for several minutes until he was interrupted—and startled—by droplets of cold water falling onto his bare shoulder. He turned. Justin stood there, shaking his blond head and sending the droplets flying around. Apparently he wasn’t avoiding Terry anymore.It was hot and he was wearing casual clothes, so Terry wasn’t bothered about getting wet, but for some reason, he snapped at Justin. “For fuck’s sake, do you have to do that here?”Immediately Justin stopped and stared at him. They’d never had a cross word between them, not even when they were children. “Sorry, mate. I was just messing around. I didn’t think it would piss you off.”His blue eyes were wide and Terry felt his irritation dissipating rapidly. He continued to rake his gaze down Justin’s half-naked form. His broad shoulders and wide chest, which was sprinkled with a handful of pale hairs. His toned stomach, the six-pack nicely defined but not too body-builderish. His arms were thickly muscled but suited his athletic frame. Deep-blue swimming trunks hid the area he most wanted to see but he relied on the glimpses he’d had over the years and his overripe imagination.Thick thighs and calves and, unbelievably, nice feet—he didn’t generally like feet—finished off the package of perfection and Terry was suddenly extremely glad he had a book in his lap, because his cock was beginning to swell and press against the inside of his swimming shorts. He realized that a dip in the pool would be a pretty good antidote—the chilly water should take the heat from his cock. And if not, at least no one would be able to see the bulge unless they swam underwater.It was stupid, really, trying to hide his erection from Justin. They both knew there was something between them, and he wanted to bury his hard cock inside Justin’s mouth or arse, not hide it beneath a fucking book.He began to wonder whether they should just get together, and to hell with the consequences. It wasn’t illegal.Justin sat down on the sun bed next to Terry and flashed him a smile. “Am I forgiven, then? I haven’t got your book wet, have I?” He reached out to grab the book, presumably to try to dry it, but Terry slammed his hand down quickly, catching Justin’s fingers beneath his in the process, not to mention giving his cock a bit of a smack.“No,” he ground out, wondering how he’d managed to get even a single word to fall from his lips. As soon as their fingers had touched he’d felt a spark that had run straight up his arm and multiplied throughout his entire body. His ebbing erection had immediately jumped back to attention, lifting the book slightly. He hoped against all hope that Justin hadn’t noticed but he had no such luck.The blond’s gaze dropped to their still-touching fingers and, presumably, to the book and the thing beneath it that had caused the movement. He stared for a few seconds that felt like hours, then looked back up at Terry’s face. He opened his mouth then closed it again. For the first time ever, it seemed Justin was speechless.A huge splash and a series of laughs from the pool broke the spell between them. Justin snatched his hand back and raked it through his hair. He opened and closed his mouth again, but for the second time nothing came out. He let out a heavy sigh and stood up looking dazed. He appeared to have trouble putting one foot in front of the other, as though he were drunk or had just woken from a very deep sleep. Of course, only the two of them knew the real reason for Justin’s behavior.Finally Justin got his limbs to cooperate, and he made his way across to the table that held food and drinks, sheltered from the bright sunlight by a large, green gazebo.Terry watched him go, a tumult of emotions running through his brain. Disappointment, confusion, anger, lust…they all assaulted him, though admittedly the last was screaming the loudest, a fact certainly not helped by Justin’s damp and topless state.Now a feeling of despair took hold of him. What the fuck was he going to do?*****Terry’s had a crush on his second cousin Justin for what seems like forever. He’s hidden it as well as possible, knowing that the other man is out of bounds, forbidden fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t actually illegal, but for Justin the relationship is too close—he just can’t contemplate them being together.
But when some new information comes to light about Terry’s birth and his place in the family, the whole game changes. Suddenly the relationship isn’t so impossible, and things soon begin to get hot and heavy.
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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 eighty 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, 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
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The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour - Day 11

Day 11 of The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour is kindly hosted by Blisse Kiss! I love this chapter, Victor decides it's time to show Zara what he's all about - but will she like it?

Vipers and Mistletoe!

I've taken my sexy Viper boys to Donna Gallagher's blog to pucker up under the mistletoe! Come join the party - there's prizes!

My Early Christmas Present from Victor!

Oh, look what I got through the post, a lovely early Christmas present from the hero in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy, Victor Partridge! Okay, so he required elf Natalie Dae to deliver the package into the hands of Royal Mail, but still, I was beyond pleased when this white linen handkerchief with the letter 'V' embroidered on it came through my letterbox yesterday.



If you've read The Novice or indeed all of the Sexy as Hell books, you'll know why it's special and you'll also appreciate that it's essential for a gentleman to have a handkerchief about his person at all times, after all, poor old Ollie gets into a very sticky spot with his Mistress when he forgets his!




Here's an excerpt from book #2 The Player that will let you in on this 'incident' with Victor's cousin, Ollie. He's begged to be Zara's submissive student though her heart is not quite in it as you''ll be able to tell...


* * * *

“I’m here to see if I can be of any service to you, Mistress,” Ollie said, wringing his hands and smiling—well, more of a grimace actually, given the way his swollen cheek distorted his features.
I caught Fifi’s gaze and sighed.
She shrugged in a you-brought-it-on-yourself kind of way.
Which I suppose I had. I should never have started this thing with Ollie. He had trouble written all over him and not a submissive bone in his body. If he didn’t bear a vague resemblance to Victor and a smugness about him that invited a good beating then I really wouldn’t be wasting my time.
“Sit,” I said to Ollie, pointing my pen at a hard chair in the corner of the room. “Thanks, Fifi.”
She chomped her gum, blew a big, pink bubble, which popped with a snap, and then left the room, shutting the door behind her.
“Wank,” I said to Ollie.
“What?” 
“Wank, will you, it might take some of the desperate need out of your eyes.”
“What…just pull it out and…?” He sat, knees apart, hands curled over them, and stared at me wide-eyed.
“Yes, I’m busy, can’t you see? Just get on with it, you don’t need me to hold your hand.” I nodded towards his denim-clad groin. “Or anything else.”
He glanced at the door.
“Oh, like anyone gives a fuck about you,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “You’re my sub, you look like you need to come, so just do it already.”
He straightened, and I noticed a smidgen of his usual confidence had left his eyes. I’d teach him for showing up unannounced in the middle of the day. Victor would never have done that. I’d done it to him all right, but he wouldn’t have dropped in on me. It just wasn’t gentlemanly.
I turned my computer screen so Ollie wouldn’t be able to see what I was doing, and drew up my mail again.
“Go on,” I said, “what are you waiting for? I know you’ve got a semi, Ollie, you get a semi just being in the same room as me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“So get your cock out.”

Dear Mr This-Is-Going-to-Have-To-Be-Quick-I’m-Very-Busy,

I glanced up at Ollie. He’d shifted on the straight-backed seat, opened his trousers and was pulling out his meaty cock. It jutted upwards, awkwardly, and he shoved at his jeans and boxers, scraping the wooden legs of the chair on the hard floor as he peeled his clothing down.
He looked at me, fisted his erection and rubbed his thumb over the slit.
“Good boy,” I said with a nod. “Now you just have a little quality alone time in the corner while I get on with my work. I trust you have a handkerchief to catch any mess.”
“I’m not bloody Victor, you know.” As he’d spoken the colour had drained from his face. If it hadn’t been for that fact, I would have gone over and kicked his other cheek, given him a matching black eye and crusting scab.
“I mean,” he said, “I’m sorry, that isn’t what I mean at all. What I wanted to say is I don’t have a handkerchief—what kind of man does these days, except for Victor, that is, but he—”
“Shut the fuck up, will you.” I poked my pen at the air, imagining I was ramming it up his nostril. “From now on you will have a handkerchief, a white one, with you at all times. If I find you without one, you’ll be punished, and it won’t by my boot in your face it will be my boot up your arsehole, without lube, so make sure you go to whatever goddamn shop sells fucking white handkerchiefs and buy yourself a big pile.” I hesitated. “For now, though, take off your sock, that will have to catch your cum. I don’t want it spilling onto my new floor.”
“My sock?”
“I swear to God, Ollie, one more word and you might as well just bend the fuck over and show me your puckered little entrance.” I raised my boot so he could see its sinfully pointy tip nudging round the side of my desk. I tapped it in the air, hard, jabbing movements so he’d get the idea of how I’d shove it up his bum.
He swallowed, nodded, flicked off his shoe then yanked his sock off, revealing his long, pale foot with wisps of dark hair over his big toe.
“Now wank, and keep the noise down while you’re at it.” I returned my attention to the screen and was assured that Ollie was behaving when I heard the friction of skin on skin and a little stutter of his breath.

Having a new business means that I really can’t invest the hours that I did before on your sexual education, Victor, not to mention I have a new student. He’s rather a slow learner and trying my patience, which, as you know, isn’t something I have in abundance either.

“Ollie, what the fuck are you doing?” 
He was lazily fisting his cock. He’d slid down on the seat so he was slouched, and his feet were wide apart, his one bare foot flat on the floor, his shoe-wearing foot at an angle, the side of the sole balancing on the shiny wood.
“Watching you, Mistress.”
“Did I say you could?”
“No.” He cast his eyes downwards, stared at his cock.
I sighed. “If you ask nicely I might let you look at me while you play with yourself.” He really was painfully slow at catching onto the rules, though to be fair, I was moving them around a bit. I couldn’t even be bothered to be consistent.
“Please, Mistress, may I look at you as I come?”
“Yes, but look lively, put a bit more energy into it. You really think I’d like a slow, lazy fuck like that?”
“No, Mistress. Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.” He straightened, tipped his chin and picked up the pace.
“That’s better. Now make sure you keep that sock handy.”
He nodded, and I noticed a bloom of colour rising on his unblemished cheek.

But I’m sure he’ll get there eventually, even if it means coating his entire body in vicious bruises in the process—which won’t be hard, he seems to mark ridiculously easy.
So this disastrous blowjob? What you need to do is show her what you want. Remember how I showed you what I wanted? You need to go down on her, lave her clit, suckle into her pussy and really make out that you’re having the time of your life so she learns that energy and enthusiasm is required. Encourage her to play with herself while you’re at it so you get to witness what she likes.

I hesitated, watched Ollie for a minute—he was getting into the moment, his hand movements a blur, his teeth gritted. I licked my lips and studied the domed head of his cock peeking from his fist, wondered if he tasted the same as Victor. Since they wore the same aftershave and shared the same gene pool it was a possibility.

And she needs to learn a sense of adventure, Victor, so combine the two. Take her to that posh West End show you were going to take me to and do it to her there, in the dark, at the back, so no one can see. That should tell you if she has a beast for risk inside her or not.

That was a ridiculous suggestion, and one he wouldn’t be able to carry out, which is why I’d felt better writing it. I didn’t want to say cook her a nice meal, wow her with your apartment and your smile and then seduce her in front of your fire. Those words would have generated nausea in my guts, twisted the strings in my chest until my heart squeezed painfully. No, I had to give him some impossible task, that way she’d fail and he could move on and find someone suitable in and out of the bedroom. It was for his own good. I only wanted the best for Victor.

Now why don’t you have a little pre-performance wank, Victor, and tell me how that suggestion sounds?

I hit SEND without saying goodbye, because it wasn’t, I knew he’d reply.
Nibbling the end of my pen, I studied Ollie.
He was rocking slightly and pushed his hair from his face with his free hand.
“Feeling good?” I asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You ever wanked in front of someone before?”
“No, Mistress.”
“You prefer to be fucking.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He was breathless.
“But I won’t let you fuck me, that’s not what we’re doing here, is it?”
“No, but…”
“But what?”
“But I would still like to fuck you.”
“I know.”
A tiny ping told me I had mail.
“Keep at it, come whenever you feel the need.”
“Yes, Mistress.”

Your suggestion sounds intriguing and I will certainly consider it. Though I was thinking of tying her to the bed…

Consider it? What was he on about, consider it? He couldn’t lick her out during a West End show, that was ridiculous. Bloody hell, Victor had really lost the plot.

Yes, do consider it, and as for tying her to the bed I think that is a great idea. The best, in fact.

I paused, wondering how to continue. Ollie had sped up, hunched over. A sheen of sweat had made his brow glisten, and his hair was flopped messily forward. He wasn’t bothering to push it out of the way anymore.

Just don’t forget to try out anal sex on her. All women love it, even if they say they don’t. It’s just a case of them getting used to it and realising how much men enjoy it. Once you’ve broken her in, you’ll be off, like you were with me. Just be firm about it and stick to what you need in your heart of hearts.
And are you wanking right now?

I quickly sent the email.
“Oh, fuck…” Ollie moaned and hissed in a breath. “Mistress, show me your tits, please. Just a quick glimpse, I beg you.”
“Shut up.”

Yes.

Yes, what? Yes he was going to give Catherine the surprise of her life by fastening her to his bed and shoving things up her bum? That should scare her to the other side of the horizon. Or yes, he was tossing himself off while we emailed one another?

Yes, what?

Pause.

Yes, I’ve got my dick in my hand and I’m thinking of you.

A well of satisfaction grew inside me. Victor was masturbating and thinking of me. I shut my eyes, listened to Ollie’s frantic breaths and imagined it was Victor in the corner of my office. Only then I wouldn’t be sitting here, wishing he’d get on with it. If it was Victor I’d be there helping him along, paddling his arse or tempting him with a plug. Perhaps I’d let him Master me and ride into my mouth the way he was wishing Catherine had let him the other night. He was a hair holder, my Victor, he liked to grip it in his fists, let the strands knot between his fingers, squeeze so tight it hurt my scalp.

Good, now you better hurry and fill up that nice linen handkerchief of yours before someone knocks for you, Victor. It’s what you need, a quick release, so you have the stamina to control the urgency in you when you see your delicate little flower later. Don’t want to scare her off now, do you?
I’m masturbating too. I have my knickers around my ankles, a big neon pink dildo in my pussy, and I’m typing one-handed as I shunt it in and out. I’m not pretending it’s anyone, though, it’s just a piece of silicone getting me off. Taking care of an urge, a necessity… In fact…I’m going to…

Send.
I stared at Ollie. He was holding his black sock in his free hand and he’d risen off the chair a little.
“Ah, ah, yeah…” He screwed up his eyes and came into the sock. The chair legs shifted, the back of the chair hit the wall. He groaned long and loud, pumping into the sock with an urgency that was almost endearing considering it was all about self-pleasure and he wasn’t actually fucking anyone.

I miss hearing you come.

I stared at Victor’s words. I missed hearing him come, too, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Besides, I had Ollie now. I could listen to him come whenever I wanted.



Reviews for the Sexy as Hell Trilogy

"I've read many erotic novels an bdsm books but these ones are by far my favourites and I have recommended them to everyone I know."
"Wow! Very Erotic reading... Nice twists and turns. Not for the weak of heart!!! (pun intended)"
"A well paced, lyrical writing that ensnared and enthralled! The sex was steaming, piping hot but it didn't come first for me. I was looking to be titillated yes, but instead was captured by the story of Zara and Victor more."
"The best erotic trilogy I have ever read! FSOG and Crossfire series have nothing on these books. If you like your books a bit edgier then you should read these. I could not put them down! Lots and lots of hot sex but also a love story. I loved the style of writing, seen from both characters emotions. All I can say is read and enjoy!!!"

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Early Christmas Present from Victor!

Oh, look what I've got, a lovely early Christmas present from the hero in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy, Victor Partridge! Okay, so he required elf Natalie Dae to deliver the package into the hands of Royal Mail, but still, I was beyond pleased when this white linen handkerchief with the letter 'V' embroidered on it came through the post yesterday.



If you've read The Novice or indeed all of the Sexy as Hell books, you'll know why it's special and you'll also appreciate that it's essential for a gentleman to have a handkerchief about his person at all times, after all, poor old Ollie gets into a very sticky spot with his Mistress when he forgets his!



Here's an excerpt from book #2 The Player that will let you in on the 'incident' with Victor's cousin, Ollie. He's begged to be Zara's submissive student and though her heart is not quite in it as you''ll be able to tell...

* * * *

“I’m here to see if I can be of any service to you, Mistress,” Ollie said, wringing his hands and smiling—well, more of a grimace actually, given the way his swollen cheek distorted his features.
I caught Fifi’s gaze and sighed.
She shrugged in a you-brought-it-on-yourself kind of way.
Which I suppose I had. I should never have started this thing with Ollie. He had trouble written all over him and not a submissive bone in his body. If he didn’t bear a vague resemblance to Victor and a smugness about him that invited a good beating then I really wouldn’t be wasting my time.
“Sit,” I said to Ollie, pointing my pen at a hard chair in the corner of the room. “Thanks, Fifi.”
She chomped her gum, blew a big, pink bubble, which popped with a snap, and then left the room, shutting the door behind her.
“Wank,” I said to Ollie.
“What?” 
“Wank, will you, it might take some of the desperate need out of your eyes.”
“What…just pull it out and…?” He sat, knees apart, hands curled over them, and stared at me wide-eyed.
“Yes, I’m busy, can’t you see? Just get on with it, you don’t need me to hold your hand.” I nodded towards his denim-clad groin. “Or anything else.”
He glanced at the door.
“Oh, like anyone gives a fuck about you,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “You’re my sub, you look like you need to come, so just do it already.”
He straightened, and I noticed a smidgen of his usual confidence had left his eyes. I’d teach him for showing up unannounced in the middle of the day. Victor would never have done that. I’d done it to him all right, but he wouldn’t have dropped in on me. It just wasn’t gentlemanly.
I turned my computer screen so Ollie wouldn’t be able to see what I was doing, and drew up my mail again.
“Go on,” I said, “what are you waiting for? I know you’ve got a semi, Ollie, you get a semi just being in the same room as me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“So get your cock out.”

Dear Mr This-Is-Going-to-Have-To-Be-Quick-I’m-Very-Busy,

I glanced up at Ollie. He’d shifted on the straight-backed seat, opened his trousers and was pulling out his meaty cock. It jutted upwards, awkwardly, and he shoved at his jeans and boxers, scraping the wooden legs of the chair on the hard floor as he peeled his clothing down.
He looked at me, fisted his erection and rubbed his thumb over the slit.
“Good boy,” I said with a nod. “Now you just have a little quality alone time in the corner while I get on with my work. I trust you have a handkerchief to catch any mess.”
“I’m not bloody Victor, you know.” As he’d spoken the colour had drained from his face. If it hadn’t been for that fact, I would have gone over and kicked his other cheek, given him a matching black eye and crusting scab.
“I mean,” he said, “I’m sorry, that isn’t what I mean at all. What I wanted to say is I don’t have a handkerchief—what kind of man does these days, except for Victor, that is, but he—”
“Shut the fuck up, will you.” I poked my pen at the air, imagining I was ramming it up his nostril. “From now on you will have a handkerchief, a white one, with you at all times. If I find you without one, you’ll be punished, and it won’t by my boot in your face it will be my boot up your arsehole, without lube, so make sure you go to whatever goddamn shop sells fucking white handkerchiefs and buy yourself a big pile.” I hesitated. “For now, though, take off your sock, that will have to catch your cum. I don’t want it spilling onto my new floor.”
“My sock?”
“I swear to God, Ollie, one more word and you might as well just bend the fuck over and show me your puckered little entrance.” I raised my boot so he could see its sinfully pointy tip nudging round the side of my desk. I tapped it in the air, hard, jabbing movements so he’d get the idea of how I’d shove it up his bum.
He swallowed, nodded, flicked off his shoe then yanked his sock off, revealing his long, pale foot with wisps of dark hair over his big toe.
“Now wank, and keep the noise down while you’re at it.” I returned my attention to the screen and was assured that Ollie was behaving when I heard the friction of skin on skin and a little stutter of his breath.

Having a new business means that I really can’t invest the hours that I did before on your sexual education, Victor, not to mention I have a new student. He’s rather a slow learner and trying my patience, which, as you know, isn’t something I have in abundance either.

“Ollie, what the fuck are you doing?” 
He was lazily fisting his cock. He’d slid down on the seat so he was slouched, and his feet were wide apart, his one bare foot flat on the floor, his shoe-wearing foot at an angle, the side of the sole balancing on the shiny wood.
“Watching you, Mistress.”
“Did I say you could?”
“No.” He cast his eyes downwards, stared at his cock.
I sighed. “If you ask nicely I might let you look at me while you play with yourself.” He really was painfully slow at catching onto the rules, though to be fair, I was moving them around a bit. I couldn’t even be bothered to be consistent.
“Please, Mistress, may I look at you as I come?”
“Yes, but look lively, put a bit more energy into it. You really think I’d like a slow, lazy fuck like that?”
“No, Mistress. Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.” He straightened, tipped his chin and picked up the pace.
“That’s better. Now make sure you keep that sock handy.”
He nodded, and I noticed a bloom of colour rising on his unblemished cheek.

But I’m sure he’ll get there eventually, even if it means coating his entire body in vicious bruises in the process—which won’t be hard, he seems to mark ridiculously easy.
So this disastrous blowjob? What you need to do is show her what you want. Remember how I showed you what I wanted? You need to go down on her, lave her clit, suckle into her pussy and really make out that you’re having the time of your life so she learns that energy and enthusiasm is required. Encourage her to play with herself while you’re at it so you get to witness what she likes.

I hesitated, watched Ollie for a minute—he was getting into the moment, his hand movements a blur, his teeth gritted. I licked my lips and studied the domed head of his cock peeking from his fist, wondered if he tasted the same as Victor. Since they wore the same aftershave and shared the same gene pool it was a possibility.

And she needs to learn a sense of adventure, Victor, so combine the two. Take her to that posh West End show you were going to take me to and do it to her there, in the dark, at the back, so no one can see. That should tell you if she has a beast for risk inside her or not.

That was a ridiculous suggestion, and one he wouldn’t be able to carry out, which is why I’d felt better writing it. I didn’t want to say cook her a nice meal, wow her with your apartment and your smile and then seduce her in front of your fire. Those words would have generated nausea in my guts, twisted the strings in my chest until my heart squeezed painfully. No, I had to give him some impossible task, that way she’d fail and he could move on and find someone suitable in and out of the bedroom. It was for his own good. I only wanted the best for Victor.

Now why don’t you have a little pre-performance wank, Victor, and tell me how that suggestion sounds?

I hit SEND without saying goodbye, because it wasn’t, I knew he’d reply.
Nibbling the end of my pen, I studied Ollie.
He was rocking slightly and pushed his hair from his face with his free hand.
“Feeling good?” I asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You ever wanked in front of someone before?”
“No, Mistress.”
“You prefer to be fucking.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He was breathless.
“But I won’t let you fuck me, that’s not what we’re doing here, is it?”
“No, but…”
“But what?”
“But I would still like to fuck you.”
“I know.”
A tiny ping told me I had mail.
“Keep at it, come whenever you feel the need.”
“Yes, Mistress.”

Your suggestion sounds intriguing and I will certainly consider it. Though I was thinking of tying her to the bed…

Consider it? What was he on about, consider it? He couldn’t lick her out during a West End show, that was ridiculous. Bloody hell, Victor had really lost the plot.

Yes, do consider it, and as for tying her to the bed I think that is a great idea. The best, in fact.

I paused, wondering how to continue. Ollie had sped up, hunched over. A sheen of sweat had made his brow glisten, and his hair was flopped messily forward. He wasn’t bothering to push it out of the way anymore.

Just don’t forget to try out anal sex on her. All women love it, even if they say they don’t. It’s just a case of them getting used to it and realising how much men enjoy it. Once you’ve broken her in, you’ll be off, like you were with me. Just be firm about it and stick to what you need in your heart of hearts.
And are you wanking right now?

I quickly sent the email.
“Oh, fuck…” Ollie moaned and hissed in a breath. “Mistress, show me your tits, please. Just a quick glimpse, I beg you.”
“Shut up.”

Yes.

Yes, what? Yes he was going to give Catherine the surprise of her life by fastening her to his bed and shoving things up her bum? That should scare her to the other side of the horizon. Or yes, he was tossing himself off while we emailed one another?

Yes, what?

Pause.

Yes, I’ve got my dick in my hand and I’m thinking of you.

A well of satisfaction grew inside me. Victor was masturbating and thinking of me. I shut my eyes, listened to Ollie’s frantic breaths and imagined it was Victor in the corner of my office. Only then I wouldn’t be sitting here, wishing he’d get on with it. If it was Victor I’d be there helping him along, paddling his arse or tempting him with a plug. Perhaps I’d let him Master me and ride into my mouth the way he was wishing Catherine had let him the other night. He was a hair holder, my Victor, he liked to grip it in his fists, let the strands knot between his fingers, squeeze so tight it hurt my scalp.

Good, now you better hurry and fill up that nice linen handkerchief of yours before someone knocks for you, Victor. It’s what you need, a quick release, so you have the stamina to control the urgency in you when you see your delicate little flower later. Don’t want to scare her off now, do you?
I’m masturbating too. I have my knickers around my ankles, a big neon pink dildo in my pussy, and I’m typing one-handed as I shunt it in and out. I’m not pretending it’s anyone, though, it’s just a piece of silicone getting me off. Taking care of an urge, a necessity… In fact…I’m going to…

Send.
I stared at Ollie. He was holding his black sock in his free hand and he’d risen off the chair a little.
“Ah, ah, yeah…” He screwed up his eyes and came into the sock. The chair legs shifted, the back of the chair hit the wall. He groaned long and loud, pumping into the sock with an urgency that was almost endearing considering it was all about self-pleasure and he wasn’t actually fucking anyone.

I miss hearing you come.

I stared at Victor’s words. I missed hearing him come, too, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Besides, I had Ollie now. I could listen to him come whenever I wanted.



Reviews for the Sexy as Hell Trilogy
"I've read many erotic novels an bdsm books but these ones are by far my favourites and I have recommended them to everyone I know."
"Wow! Very Erotic reading... Nice twists and turns. Not for the weak of heart!!! (pun intended)"
"A well paced, lyrical writing that ensnared and enthralled! The sex was steaming, piping hot but it didn't come first for me. I was looking to be titillated yes, but instead was captured by the story of Zara and Victor more."
"The best erotic trilogy I have ever read! FSOG and Crossfire series have nothing on these books. If you like your books a bit edgier then you should read these. I could not put them down! Lots and lots of hot sex but also a love story. I loved the style of writing, seen from both characters emotions. All I can say is read and enjoy!!!"

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Day 10 of The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour!

Day 10 of The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour is hosted by Emmy Ellis, aka Natalie Dae!

If you want to start at the beginning, head on over to the tour home page and grab all the links, but be warned, it's steamy stuff right from the word go!

The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour - Day 9

Day 9 of The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour and today we're hosted by Sassy's Sex Toy Reviews!

Missed the first 8 chapters? Head over to the Harlem Dae website and find them all...

Victoria Blisse is Here!

Spicing up the Season by Victoria Blisse


I love Christmas, it’s no secret. I’ve written several seasonal stories in my time and look forward to sharing them every year. Christmas is seen as a family fun time of year so it can be a bit challenging moving from that into the kind of spicy romance I write. How do I manage it?  I’m always amazed by how many ways I find to make Christmas sexy. This year House of Erotica have take 5 of my Seasonal stories and bundled them together in A Blisse Christmas Collection and there’s lots of fun sexy moments to be found within the pages.
Sometimes I like to use contrast. In Proving Santa exists, Jenny cooks up a traditional Christmas with all the trimmings but some scenes get heated up. Like when her and Jonathan get together to decorate the Christmas tree...

The lights are easily trailed through the forest of baubles, Santa's, fairies, and hanging toys. "Right, just the tinsel now. You start at the top, and I'll go from the bottom, and we'll meet in the middle."Tinsel trails through my fingertips as I twirl around the tree, stooping low, then bending at the waist, then almost standing straight with just my shoulders stooped. As I raise my head to see how Jonathan is doing, I crack against something hard."Oh, I am sorry." I reach out automatically and rub my hand against Jonathan's bumped chin, cupping his cheek in the palm of my hand, like a parent comforting an injured baby. However, the slight prickle of his end-of-the-day stubble reminds me in a powerful way that this is a grown man I'm handling so intimately.Then, there are lips: softly demanding lips pressing gently against my own. They form a kiss. They don't apologise or ask permission; they take possession of my mouth. Brooking no argument, confidently they mesh with mine, moving sensually as his hands come round me, sheltering me, cradling me close. No sooner has it been created than the kiss is torn apart. We are red cheeked, unable to meet each other's eyes."I'll, erm, turn on the lights then." I scurry over to the plug, and flip the switch. "Ooh," I gasp as the lights come on, bathing my room in festive cheer. "It looks just about perfect." I walk back to the tree and tweak the tinsel here and there, so the lights come through a bit clearer. Jonathan says nothing, just stares into the softly glowing tackiness.

Then there’s the opportunities that come when people get cold out in the winter weather. In Snowed in at School Gary and Lucy get snowed in at school on Christmas Eve. Gary wades off to try and rescue them and ends up just getting wet and cold. Lucy has to try her hardest to warm him up...

Right, let’s have a look.” I picked up his right foot and I could instantly feel the problem. “Damn, they are cold.”“Yes,” he replied in a long, slow exhalation. “Really damn cold.”
I take his foot into my hands and began to rub. “We need to get some heat into these or, and I don’t want to sound overly dramatic here, you’re going to be in trouble. You don’t mind me touching your feet do you?”“No,” he gasped as I looked up into his face. “No, I don’t mind.”
I continued to rub. I cupped the foot in one hand and used the other to chafe some heat into his very cold skin. I let his foot settle into the cup of my crossed legs and pulled his other one in to join it.“Might as well do both at once,” I said, very aware of the change in atmosphere around us. Suddenly the air seemed heavy, and not just because I had finally entered the ring of warmth thrown out by my heater. “They both need warming up.”I squeezed a hand around each foot, and massaged. It seemed like an incredibly intimate act; after all, you do not go around touching strangers feet. I heard his breathing deepen and I glanced up to see his eyes were closed and his head back. He liked it then. I quickly looked back down before he caught me looking at him and concentrated on his feet. I tried really hard to ignore the pressure of my jeans on my crotch and the dampening of my knickers.I moved both hands on to his left foot and massaged his toes gently, feeling the warmth of my fingers slowly transfer to his surprisingly soft skin.I lost myself in touch. My other senses took a back seat and the sensation of touch kept me going. I felt the heat on my back, the softness of his feet, and the rough outline of his bones beneath the skin. I touched him and revelled in the contact. In school life, day to day, I rarely got a chance to touch him at all, maybe the odd handshake or touch of the shoulder, but I was touching him in an intimate way and for more than just a brief second.I realised my own breathing was coming out in slow, laboured gasps and that my whole body tingled from top to toe; like when I know I’m going to set time aside to masturbate and the anticipation prickles across my skin.I heard a moan and for a moment I wondered if it was me, but no, I decided as I continued to rub warmth into the feet in my lap, it hadn’t been me. I looked up and straight into Gary’s mellow maple syrup stare.“Are they feeling any warmer now?” I asked then gulped; my mouth felt very dry.“Yes,” he replied, low and soft like an intimate whisper. “Much warmer.”

It’s amazing where you can find sexy, spicy fun in the festive activities. Check out The Blisse Christmas Collection for lots of hot erotic romance to warm up your winter.
Here’s the blurb:
A collection of sweet,sensual and hot stories from the queen of festivities, Victoria Blisse.
A sexy indugence for you to enjoy this yuletide with all the sights, scents and tastes of Christmas without the calories and hard work. Snuggle up and relax into stories of sleigh rides, snowy interludes and Christmas couplings. A truly festive treat just for you.Includes Proving Santa Exists, Christmas Cake and Snowed in at School.



Victoria 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 by the Sea vol 1 & vol 2, Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City Anthologies.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is Totally Bound'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 often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.

High-Sticked rocking up the GBLT chart on Amazon!

I was thrilled to discover this morning that High-Sticked, book #5 in my Hot Ice series, (and the only m/m) is romping up the Amazon UK GBLT chart. It might be part of a series but Todd and Matthew's story can be enjoyed as a standalone novel, so no need to read these books in order, though if you want to, of course that is fine too!

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The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour - Day 8

It's Day 8 of The Novice Christmas Chapter Tour and today we're hosted by When One Is Not Enough. Zara continues with her mind games, but is Victor getting ready to rise to the challenge and start laying down some of his own rules?
You can find links to start reading from the beginning on the Harlem Dae website - but be warned, hang on for the wild ride that is Sexy as Hell!