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
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