| Posted on March 4, 2013 at 9:45 PM |
Hi Readers! I have no affiliation with this anthology, but I wanted to share it with you:

Smut Alfresco edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse
Sex in the great outdoors is the theme ofthis erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From the dramatic gritstone escarpments ofDerbyshire’s Peak District, to a quiet caravan site in deepest Wales, SmutAlfresco 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 sheriffsand nature reserve rangers all appear in this hot collection of stories fromerotica’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.
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Other links added here as they becomeavailable: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/smut-alfresco/
*****
Being Free
By Lucy Felthouse
Violet slammed down the lid of her laptopwith far more force than was necessary. She flinched, thinking perhaps shemight have cracked the screen or broken one of the machine’s internalcomponents. Then she shrugged, realising she didn’t care if she had. It was herwork’s computer, after all, not hers. If it was fucked, they’d have to replaceit. And it would serve them right, too. Bastards.
The reason she was pissed off was the factshe was in work at all. It was Saturday, and the previous afternoon her uselessboss had dumped a project on her, stating it had to be finished by Monday, nomatter how long it took. He’d then added that he was going away for theweekend, meaning it was all down to her. The selfish, disorganised wanker. Itwouldn’t be so bad, but she hadn’t had a pay rise for two years, and when shewent above and beyond for her job, she didn’t get so much as a thank you, letalone be paid any overtime. It wasn’t the first time something like this hadhappened, either.
Well, fuck them. She wasn’t going to be adoormat—or her boss’ scapegoat—any more. Let them try and sack her—she wasn’tdoing anything remotely wrong, and they couldn’t make her working life any morehellish than it already was.
She stood up sharply, sending her swivelchair careening backwards across the room until it hit the wall. She shruggedagain, she still didn’t care. Let it chip the fucking paintwork, or a bust ahole in the plasterboard. No one else was there, so nobody could prove ordisprove that it had been an accident.
Pausing to switch the lights off—she waspissed off at her employers, not the environment—she left the offices, settingthe alarm before closing the door behind her. Stuffing her access swipe cardinto her handbag, she heaved a sigh of relief. There would probably be hell topay for her stunt on Monday, but she’d worry about that then. Right now, shewas just desperate to get out. Into the countryside, or, given she was incentral London, to a green space, at the very least.
From where she worked, Green Park wasprobably the closest, but she figured Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens werebigger, so she’d be more likely to find a secluded spot where she could just beby herself. The last thing she needed now was to have to deal with otherpeople.
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Links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk and http://victoriablisse.co.uk
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