Lucy Felthouse - Sapphic Smut

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SAPPHIC SMUT

Edited by

Lucy Felthouse

ILOVESMUT.UK

Publisher Information

Sapphic Smut

published in 2014 by House of Erotica

an imprint of Andrews UK Limited

www.houseoferoticabooks.com

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publishers prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright House of Erotica 2014

The rights of the authors have been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Introduction By Victoria Blisse

Why Smut?

Smut is a word with negative connotations to some. It can be seen as something insulting, creepy and seedy. Id like to change that perception to the light-hearted definition myself and many Brits hold for smut. Have you ever watched a Carry On film? Well thats smutty. Its sexy, humorous and fun. How about the old cheeky seaside postcards of the fifties and sixties? Theyre smutty too and thats exactly the feel we wanted to evoke in our Smut by the Sea stories.

This anthology

Light hearted, sexy Sapphic smut is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Lucy Felthouse with assistance from Kev Mitnik Blisse.

From coffee shops to exotic Indian adventures to cosy cabins in France, Sapphic Smut has it all. Fun with sugar, naughty spankings, seductions by strangers, seductions by friends, cougars and even a twist on a fairy tale abound in this exciting collection of lesbian stories from eroticas finest authors.

This delicious girl-on-girl anthology contains stories from Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Louisa Bacio, Sallyanne Rogers, Vanessa de Sade, Tabitha Rayne and Elizabeth Coldwell.

The Shame

Tabitha Rayne

Ive always been ashamed of my own fantasies, so when Dione came crashing through the door I could have died with mortification.

What the hell are you up to? She looked shocked and amused at my twisted form as I scrabbled about trying to hide my pretty things. The corset Id been attempting to wrap around my middle hung stupidly down my hip, the long laces dangling at my feet. I tried to smile and join in Diones laughter at my predicament but I knew it hadnt reached my eyes by the way she suddenly turned solemn and came to me.

Hey, hey come on now, she said while her arm slid around my shoulder, whats with the tears?

Even worse.

I hadnt realised I was crying.

Nothing, I just... I shrugged and dropped the corset, and it landed in a heap of tangled cords and bones. My face burned. I was hunched and naked, standing in front of my housemate as she confusedly looked round my room, kindly not mentioning the vibrator on my pillow. I was struck dumb. Struck dumb and frozen. I knew what she was thinking - she was thinking; what the hell is this weird boy female doing with such finery as a corset? Shed only ever seen me in figure-hiding baggy jeans and t-shirts. She must think me ridiculous to try and be anything remotely womanly.

She reached out again and I recoiled. Her touch was soft on the back of my hand as she gently turned my palm out to face her. Somehow I feared my secrets would spill, as if I were trying to cup water from a stream.

Listen, Im sorry I barged in. Her voice was so tender I wondered if I could flick my eyes to hers. Come on, look at me, its fine. Her other hand gently took my chin and lifted it so I had no choice.

I, I... But I still couldnt express myself. What must she think of me? A mute, a freak.

Its fine - this is my fault, youve nothing to be ashamed of. Its me who should be ashamed, bursting in and making you feel bad.

I looked away, trying to process the information. Somewhere, deep inside, a tiny portion of my brain told me to listen to her. To believe her words. And before the other crippling destructive side could take over, I listened.

Thank you, I whispered.

She let go of me and stooped to gather up the corset. As she straightened, her hair almost brushed my thighs and I wobbled. My breathing even more shallow as she cast her eyes over my body as she rose.

Youre very beautiful, you know, Cass, she said, her eyes lingering on my arms which were now firmly folded across my chest.

Should I say thank you? I wished I could just die.

Dione had been my flatmate for over a year. You know the type, gorgeous whether in a ball gown or bin bag, not that Ive seen her in either, but you know what I mean. And popular, oh the friends she has! And boyfriends, all the men sniffing about trying to get in. Thankfully though, Ive never had to talk to any of them in the mornings. In fact, Ive never seen any in the mornings so I guess she must be pretty discreet.

Thank you, I managed to say and she started to flatten out my corset on the bed, untangling the laces and smoothing it perfectly. I almost reached out to stop her, but didnt.

This is stunning. Her fingers flirted over the ridges where the bones were and I almost swooned. And so tiny. Can you wear this?

A perverse sense of pride made me stand a little taller. I nodded. It had taken me two years to train my waist to this size. It had been hard but when this new corset had arrived, the exhilaration was incredible.

Let me see. She held the garment out on confident arms and I kept eye contact as I took it.

It felt heavier than normal when it unfurled, bouncing a little as I flicked my wrist to get it the right way round. It twisted and undulated like a fishermans catch on a line when I bent to the side and draped it around my back, catching the eyelets with my left hand. Straightening, I glanced at her, to see her drink me in as I folded the stiff stay around and under my small bust.

Looking to the first eyelet I couldnt help but see the fuzz of my bush below. Renewed anxiety filled me as I saw her look too. I never bother shaving down there. Not like her, she was probably smooth and clean, her buttocks soft and free of dimples. My fingers tingled as the image of me caressing her bare ass sprung into my mind.

I shook my head of it and continued trying to pin the eyelets together, top first then all the way down. When they were all clipped in place, she came to me. Reaching behind her neck, she pulled her long hair over her shoulder. I could have groaned.

Turn around, she whispered. Let me tie you.

So I did.

Reflected in the mirror wall was a small woman, naked bar a thick strip of fabric around her middle. A goddess stood behind her, concentrating on the task of binding her. It was incredibly erotic and I watched my little nipples pucker into beads.

Her fingers worked and teased the cords, untwisting and straightening them just the way I like them. Her breath danced on my shoulders as she tugged tighter into the middle loops. This was it. This was the moment I would transform. She wound the lacing around her hands and drew them though their eyelets. Static silence engulfed us as she pulled. The corset gathered at my middle and made me a woman. I watched myself shrink into female perfection and she licked her lips, watching in the mirror too.

Are you wet?

What? I staggered, shocked at her question.

You look like your pussy might be wet.

Do I? Im not sure, I managed to stutter as she snaked her fingers around to the front of my hips and into my private curls. I tensed as her middle finger carved a path in between my lips, teasing me open and sharing my secrets.

Easing her finger into me and circling, she leaned in. Yes, yes you are wet.