Smut
by the Sea Volume 2, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse
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.
Coming Soon to All Other Good eBook
Retailers.
*****
Excerpt:
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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