What Happens When A Delivery Goes Wrong by Lucy Felthouse (PG Excerpt)

Here's an excerpt from my recently released BDSM short story from Ravenous Romance, Naughty Delivery:

Sonia moved restlessly through the house; cleaning. She hated housework at the best of times, but when she was on tenterhooks like this, the dust certainly didn’t have much to fear.

She was saved from her half-hearted duster-flicking by a knock at the door. Abandoning the cloth with undisguised glee, Sonia rushed to the front door. Unlocking it, she greeted the delivery guy with a maniacal grin. Barely noticing his wary expression, Sonia signed his hand-held machine and closed the door behind him, clutching the box with delight.

Sonia rushed out to the garden.

“Ben! Ben, it’s here!”

Ben looked up from where he’d been weeding the garden, a smile spreading across his face. Sonia’s excitement was catching. Plus, he was just as interested in the contents of the package as she was.

Standing, he followed his girlfriend as she scampered back into the house, retrieved a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer and made her way upstairs. Ben paused to wash his dirt-encrusted hands in the kitchen before following Sonia to the bedroom.

Upstairs, she was sitting cross-legged on their bed, scissors at the ready. Ben tucked his lanky frame into a mirror image of Sonia’s position, and nodded.

“Go on then,” he said, “open it.” She didn’t need prompting twice. Slicing away at the tape sealing the box, Sonia was careful not to damage the contents. When it was done, she put the scissors down and waggled her eyebrows and fingers theatrically before folding back the flaps of the box.

Sinking her fingers into the polystyrene packing chips, Sonia resisted the childish temptation to scoop some up and throw them around. She’d only have to tidy them up, and she thought that time would be much better spent enjoying the contents of the parcel.

It was the first time they’d ordered sex toys from the Internet. Actually, it was the first time they’d purchased any sex toys, full stop. Ben and Sonia had always been happy with their sex life, but after reading one too many articles about how much fun vibrators and things were, they’d decided to find out what all the fuss was about.

They’d giggled like naughty schoolchildren as they scoured their website of choice, browsing through all the naughty things available for sale. After gawping wide-eyed and open-mouthed at several scary-looking implements definitely not designed for beginners, they’d navigated back to the more vanilla couples’ toys.

Following some umm-ing and ahh-ing, they made their choices, placed the order and waited. However, things weren’t quite the same after they’d clicked that ‘Confirm Purchase’ button. In the days that followed, their normal routine was punctuated with spontaneous sex. It usually followed a conversation about the various things they’d seen on the website, not to mention the items that were winging their way through the postal system, en route to their house.

Or so they thought.

Bag your copy of Naughty Delivery here.

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Sonia and Ben have decided to bring some more spice into their bedroom by ordering some sex toys off the Internet. The anticipation of their new gadgets’ arrival ramps up their passion tenfold, and by the time their naughty delivery turns up the couple are at fever pitch! But a mix-up with the package leaves Sonia and Ben with some toys they didn’t expect. Reluctant to let it spoil their sexy fun, the pair experiment and end up discovering a world of kinky sex play that they’ve never even considered!

List of retailers: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/naughty-delivery/

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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.

Love was Dirty Words is the story of a married couple who have figured out how to stay connected as their lives get busier and fuller. They recognize that they speak different languages when it comes to love and have learned each other’s language fluently. It’s the story of a couple- very much in love- dealing with feelings of inadequacy and struggling to make their marriage their top priority.

Every fourth Saturday they have a standing date in their play room; a date that Ian plans in its entirety. His plans unfailingly include tying her to something and flogging her senseless. As Ellie takes blow after blow she can feel the power shift between them and knows the point at which she becomes the one in charge, handcuffs notwithstanding.

The following excerpt is taking from chapter two of Love was Dirty Words

On the wall to her left, behind the door, was Ian’s rack of floggers, paddles and single tail whips. When they found something they each liked, they invested the money in buying a quality piece. His collection had grown exponentially over the past four years and they now had multiple styles of each tool – different materials and tails, lengths and handle styles. The remaining wall was nearly empty but for a series of eye bolts and hooks, some of them hung with lengths of chain. The eyebolts were Ellie’s favorite part of the room. The memories they held were the most cherished. She knew that to some, the room would seem barbaric and terrifying, but just walking through the door made her pussy wet.

She walked straight to the satin pillow in the center of the floor. She twisted her hair up into a quick ponytail using the binder on her wrist and knelt down. She arranged herself on the pillow, clasping her hands behind her back. She sat back on her heels, flattening the tops of her feet against the floor, bowed her head and closed her eyes, relying on her other senses for forewarning.

Ian had turned the thermostat up, the air felt warm and thick with Ellie’s anticipation. Her pulse roared in her eyes as she strained to hear something, anything in the silent bedroom. The lack of noise ate at her. It ate at her nerves and it ate at her patience, making her squirm internally.

When the door creaked open her heart rate sped up. She smelled Ian’s cologne and her hands trembled. The jangling of the buckle on her collar lit her senses up, making her hyper aware of the cool slide of the leather as he wrapped it around her neck.

Thanks for reading.

♥SarahBella