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Smut
Alfresco
Edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse
Sex in the great outdoors is the theme of this
erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From the dramatic gritstone escarpments of
Derbyshire’s Peak District, to a quiet caravan site in deepest Wales, Smut
Alfresco has it all. Whatever your interpretation of frisky outdoor fun,
there’s something nestling between the covers for you.
Sexy woodsmen, daring couples, rock stars,
cougars, map enthusiasts, mattresses, ex-lovers, tour guides, hunky sheriffs
and nature reserve rangers all appear in this hot collection of stories from
erotica’s finest authors.
Includes stories from: Violet Fields, Demelza
Hart, Victoria Blisse, Jacqueline Brocker, Wendi Zwaduk, K T Red, Tilly Hunter,
Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Tenille Brown, Cass Peterson, Jenny
Lyn and Nicole Gestalt.
Available
from:
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Other links added here as they become available:
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*****
Being
Free
By Lucy
Felthouse
Violet slammed down the lid of her laptop with
far more force than was necessary. She flinched, thinking perhaps she might
have cracked the screen or broken one of the machine’s internal components.
Then she shrugged, realising she didn’t care if she had. It was her work’s
computer, after all, not hers. If it was fucked, they’d have to replace it. And
it would serve them right, too. Bastards.
The reason she was pissed off was the fact she
was in work at all. It was Saturday, and the previous afternoon her useless
boss had dumped a project on her, stating it had to be finished by Monday, no
matter how long it took. He’d then added that he was going away for the
weekend, meaning it was all down to her. The selfish, disorganised wanker. It
wouldn’t be so bad, but she hadn’t had a pay rise for two years, and when she
went above and beyond for her job, she didn’t get so much as a thank you, let
alone be paid any overtime. It wasn’t the first time something like this had
happened, either.
Well, fuck them. She wasn’t going to be a
doormat—or her boss’ scapegoat—any more. Let them try and sack her—she wasn’t
doing anything remotely wrong, and they couldn’t make her working life any more
hellish than it already was.
She stood up sharply, sending her swivel chair
careening backwards across the room until it hit the wall. She shrugged again, she
still didn’t care. Let it chip the fucking paintwork, or a bust a hole in the
plasterboard. No one else was there, so nobody could prove or disprove that it
had been an accident.
Pausing to switch the lights off—she was pissed
off at her employers, not the environment—she left the offices, setting the
alarm before closing the door behind her. Stuffing her access swipe card into
her handbag, she heaved a sigh of relief. There would probably be hell to pay
for her stunt on Monday, but she’d worry about that then. Right now, she was
just desperate to get out. Into the countryside, or, given she was in central
London, to a green space, at the very least.
From where she worked, Green Park was probably
the closest, but she figured Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens were bigger, so
she’d be more likely to find a secluded spot where she could just be by
herself. The last thing she needed now was to have to deal with other people.
*****
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