Smokin' Hot Inspiration by Lucy Felthouse (includes Adult Content)

I'm one of those writers that likes to use hot celebrities – male and female – to inspire my writing. Hence much watching of Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, True Blood, etc, have produced some characters which have had striking resemblances to such hotties as Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Ian Somerhalder, to name but a few. In fact, one of my most recent releases features a tall, blond, Viking-esque kind of a guy. Yep, you've guessed it, Alexander Skarsgard has (unsurprisingly) inspired me to pen a tale featuring his gorgeousness.

What may surprise you, though, is that the giant of a man actually appears as a submissive in a story called Punish Me Good, which is part of a mini-anthology of the same name.

Here's a short excerpt for you (the yummy Mr. Skarsgard is Malachi):

Malachi knelt before his mistress, looking up at her with complete reverence.


“What would you have me do, mistress?”


Tilting her head to one side, she licked her scarlet lips as she studied her slave. Her mind mulled over the possibilities. There were many. But since she was in charge, she started with her favourite.


“OK, slave. Since you ask so nicely, there are a few things you can do for me. First of all, you can lick my pussy.”


Towering over her sub, Avery shifted her legs apart and smiled as Malachi eagerly shuffled between them, his hands bound behind his back. She was a tough taskmaster when it came to oral sex, so Malachi had his work cut out for him, especially without the assistance of his hands.


Wearing her favourite blood-red PVC corset with matching suspender belt, no panties, and thigh-high boots, Avery knew she looked every inch the slut. What’s more, she didn’t care. She felt powerful, sexy, and totally deserving of her position as Malachi’s mistress.


Malachi, on the other hand, didn’t cut such an imposing figure. He knelt between his mistress’ shapely thighs, lapping at her cunt, wearing nothing but a collar and handcuffs. Determined to emasculate him further, she’d used pink fluffy cuffs. Despite his subservient behaviour, Malachi’s cock seemed to have taken on a life all its own. Rising rigid and impressive from the nest of dark blonde curls at the juncture of his thighs, it nestled against his stomach, oozing pre-come so copiously that it ran down his shaft.


Avery cast a sneaky look at his cock and gulped inwardly as she imagined its bulbous head splitting apart her pussy lips and burying deep inside her. She loved the lifestyle and all the kink and mind games that went with it – but she wasn’t averse to a good old-fashioned straight fuck every now and again. Especially from Malachi.


This time, however, Malachi was definitely going to have to earn his reward. Reaching down to grip his blonde tresses roughly between her fingers, she rubbed herself off against his face. Desperate to please, Malachi’s skilled tongue worked in and around her pussy, massaging her clit and sucking her labia until she was ready to explode. Her clit was massively engorged, full of the blood she needed to survive. Then, with a deft flick of his tongue, Malachi made her come.

Want more? Buy links for the anthology are here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/punish-me-good/

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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, Constable and Robinson, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, 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. You can also subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Excerpt: Taming the Alter Ego

“Miss Haley, may I have a word?”
The unquestioning respect was almost as thrilling as Tom addressing me directly, which caused a distinctive warmth to spread through my chest. I still noticed he only seemed able to hold my gaze for a short time. The almost imperceptible flicker of his eyes excited me, making my pussy pulsate.
I knew there would be no negative comeback for my daring act. His amazing timidity was unlike most of Management, so full of bluster. Tom was the quiet type, not needing overblown actions to demonstrate his authority.
I searched his face for a sign of the discovery, curiosity building from the previous day.
Nicholas had called around three o’ clock, by which time I had already guessed their lunch would be an extended one. Fortunately, he was too inebriated to
read anything into me questioning whether Tom would also not return. I was
disappointed, knowing the chance to discover whether alcohol would loosen his
tongue and bolster his courage was lost.
After several trips past my door, Tom entered with me in his sights rather than Nicholas.
Nerves were immediately evident, a cough concluding the question uttered in his
rich deep tone.
“Of course.” My reply, like my directed gaze, exhibited composure, displaying no
sign of my suddenly increased heart rate. “Please call me Mariella.”
“Thanks—Mariella.”
I could barely contain my elation at hearing him say my name for the first time, forcing me to
knit my tingling fingers together beneath the desk. Willing him to find a
reason to repeat it, I appeared effortlessly composed as I waited for him to
continue.
Slipping his hands into his trouser pockets, my gaze briefly drew to his crotch. “You’re
probably aware I’m yet to find an assistant.”
I nodded somberly, as if concerned by his serious problem.
“Interviews are on-going,” he offered, like I’d requested elaboration.
Saying nothing, I continued to hold him with a steady gaze, patiently awaiting the
conclusion of our maiden conversation.
“In the meantime, I’d appreciate your help.”
Sweet satisfaction immediately surged through my insides, rushing past my heart like
it was a rock in the middle of a rapid river but showing no sign.
“Nicholas speaks very highly of you,” he added, before I could reply. “I’m sure you wouldn’t
find it too difficult.”
I wanted to laugh—his attempt to butter me up so careful and yet so unnecessary. “I like to think I do my job well and I’m glad to have that recognized.”

Taming the Alter Ego available from Phaze

www.shermainewilliams.com

Power and Influence

What do you think makes a powerful person?
The police are supposed to be powerful, but rioters were able to put them in their place during the UK riots during the last summer.

All those corrupt and criminal newspaper journalists and editors were powerful, but are getting their come-uppance now – at least I hope they will. Some may argue that it’s the readership that has all the power because they drive the journalists to get the
stories in the first place.

Politicians are supposed to be powerful, but all is takes is a sex scandal or an asinine comment for them never to be considered the same way again.

Thinking about powerful people always puts me in mind of those suited and booted types so full up of their own self-importance. Not good at all! They’re the ones that definitely need someone
to put them in their place and demonstrate some power over them.

The question of power is one I considered when writing Taming the Alter Ego, my latest release from Phaze. Power takes many different forms and it can be implemented in so many different ways. My heroine, Mariella, is well aware of this and I'll post an excerpt shortly to show you how