If you could go on holiday to any beach in the world where would you go?
I’m sure there are many beautiful beaches across the world, but I actually really love dear old Blighty (you’re unlikely to get eaten by a shark/crocodile/stung by a box jellyfish whilst swimming). I’ve seen amazing pictures of the coastline of the isle of Harris off western Scotland and would love to visit.
What’s your favourite beach memory?
Walking out to Ynys Llanddwyn, a semi-island off Anglesey cut off only at really high tides, on a sunny summer’s day and swimming in a sparkling, sheltered bay with views across the Menai Strait to Snowdonia.
You’re taking a stroll along the sea front, what are you eating?
A very sugary ring doughnut from the pier shop at Llandudno.
Who would you like to see in skimpy speedos/ teeny tiny bikini?
I’m partial to a scantily clad David Beckham.
On the beach do you prefer sunbathing or more vigorous activities?
Something vigorous followed by some relaxation with my ereader.
Sun or shade?
After the temperatures reach around 20C, I need shade or I wilt.
What inspired your story in Smut by the Sea vol 3?
A lot of the settings in Conwy are authentic. Obviously, I had to do some serious research in the charming real ale pub. As for the relationship portrayed, I’m always fascinated by the things people don’t admit to when they first meet and how they get round to mentioning their little sexual… quirks.
Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From exotic locales such as Croatia and Australia to the coastal caves of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 3 has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Kinky role play, gorgeous artists, bobbing boats, sexy cougars, hunky hermits and more abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.
Tilly Hunter is a British erotica writer with a wicked imagination and a fondness for tales of ordinary folk discovering their kinks. She has had numerous stories published by the likes of Cleis Press, House of Erotica, Storm Moon Press, MLR Press and others. tillyhuntererotica.blogspot.co.uk
Charles and Nike are quite the noisy bunch when they shag. The fact that his room is the next to mine isn’t helping at all, because I can’t freaking sleep. It’s always so noisy that one of our neighbors once called Charles and tried to tell him about their noises, but he couldn’t be direct because it felt awkward.
Well, suffice to say that, it didn’t help. Their intercourse continued to be noisy. Truth of the story is that I and Charles met Nike together at Shaunz Bar but he was a bit more forward than I was. While I was busy casing the place, exchanging glances with her, my eyes were glued on her ass as she danced Timaya’s UKWU, Charles was on the move while I planned how to approach. It was mesmerising, as her ass independent of her body did all the dancing on its own.
Before I could say UKWU, Charles was behind her dancing away his sorrows. Though she caught some of my glances then, it was Charles who got her and the booty that night, for several other nights.
Don’t get it twisted! I get my own booties, just that the thought of seeing Nike’s booty enter Charles’ bedroom, uhmm, and the screams that she makes uhmmn… My goodness!!! The thought of her naked booty in Charles’ short is unbelievable. That girl’s soundtrack is indescribable. It was pure agony for me but definitely ecstasy for Charles.
Like every other day, they began today on a very early note. We just got back from clubbing, I danced with Nike and I made sure I grabbed some ass when Charles wasn’t looking. I tried to get a babe for myself but I couldn’t because we couldn’t settle our financial indifference. Since, I was so drunk, I figured I would just sleep off anyway and not bother shagging.
As early as 5am, the noise started again from Charles’ room, Nike, being the noisy type, all sorts of her soundtracks began to fly into my ears. After a while it died down, and my sleep continued, I heard car horns and was wondering who is going out that early Saturday morning, everything seemed blurry, as my drunkenness had almost wore off.
My dream was rather interesting, and quite eventful, as I was in a dream where I was being blown under the duvet, I didn’t bother to look, I just spread my legs further from each other and raised my hips up, savouring my dreams.
After a bit, I somehow woke up to actually find someone under my duvet sucking my dick. She was there sucking my dick, crawled in between my legs; that was a fantastic transition from dream to reality.
I wasn’t expecting any lady to visit me, which left only one conclusion. It had to be Nike, no other person. But Nike is with Charles, how is it possible, that she would leave Charles’ room and come to mine?
It was a bit confusing until I flung the duvet open, the lights were off, but the body pattern that I saw completely looked like Nike. She really knew how to work the dick, the tip, the cap, the vein beneath the dick, the balls and ball sack. Nike was a pro in this department. She worked it like her life depended on it. I had my early morning wood, so it wasn’t as if there was zero erection but Nike worked it as hard as she could.
I really wanted to grab that ass, smack that ass, and pinch the nipples. At that moment a lot of thoughts were going through my head. It seemed like this was my one good opportunity to nail this chic that had been tormenting my eardrums with her sweet soundtrack.
After watching her spit at the dick, lick the pee hole, seconds in and out. She would jack off my dick from the middle to the top in fast jerks; put her mouth at the tip of the dick, and try to draw something out of it. My waist was off the bed, pushing up against her mouth, trying my best to shove it down her throat.
I sank my hand into the top of the bed, and brought a condom, I dragged her hand up as she continued with the dick, I dragged her hard as she couldn’t afford to leave the dick, I handed her the condom, and she strapped it on me. She understood I enjoyed the head. In the great words of Katt Williams; head ain’t a pussy replacement, its just a quick meal like a snack, pussy is still at the top of the list.
She assumed reverse cowgirl position, as she slowly and gently sat on the rock hard dick, she put her pussy over my dick, the embrace from her pussy wall was warm and grip was intense, a tighter pussy than I thought.
She wasted no time in bouncing up and down on the dick, I enjoyed the view, as she rode with strength and unwavering vigor. The memories of me sneaking a quick view at her awesome ass came back to my head. I was ecstatic that the pussy was mine even if it’s in the interim, I smacked the ass, grabbed a chunk of it and pulled.
I was on cloud 9, I lifted my back up and supported my body by placing my arms behind me as she continued to ride, her soft ass began to collide with my thighs and the lower part of my abdomen. Then she started with her loud sound tracks again, her trademark noise. I was almost livid with fear, thinking what if Charles hears her screaming then breaks down my door.
None of what I thought happened, I began to shift back slowly as she continued to use my dick as an instrument to clean out her pussy, clearing cobwebs from the hidden corners of her pussy.
As I was moving backward, I dragged her waist beside me to the back, I managed to drag her back to the bed post. My back was against the bedpost giving me ample room to grab her boobs as she continued riding my dick like it was a matter of life and death. Her boobs were small but no complaint will come from me.
Her soundtrack increased again. I tapped her, we changed positions and I made her lie on her back, stuffed pillows underneath her, around her belly. She opened her legs and there she was, with her wide hips, I balanced behind her and inserted my dick.
My dick was covered in her pussy juice, I reckoned that she came while she was riding. I began to thrust into her from the back, grabbing a handful of her ass as my waist hit against her soft backside. It felt good, our body language was fine, she understood how I wanted it and she gave it to me like that, as the soundtrack increased, I made her lie on the bed on her belly, then I began to thrust as fast and hard as I could. Then and there is that absolute feeling of pleasure mixed with the sweat on my body.
Her soundtrack this time was higher than before, I covered her mouth with my hand to muffle down her sound as daybreak was approaching. The cushion effect of her ass was awesome, I felt my load coming, and with the last few strokes, I plunged deep into her pussy like I was drilling for oil and then pumped my load into the condom. I laid there for another 3-4 seconds.
I still couldn’t believe that it was the same Nike that I just shagged. I asked her what happened after I regained my strength. She told me Charles just loves her giving him a head and he blows her mind with his head giving skills too.
I was intrigued to find out that all the screaming we have been hearing wasn’t from them shagging each other’s brains out, that they were products of blowjobs. Nike also complained that he doesn’t really last in bed, that earlier he was blowing her until he got a call from his boss to rush to the airport to pick someone. After he left, she was going to sleep then she tried to see if my door was locked or opened. When she opened the door, she found me with my hands in my pants, stroking my dick and she took over from there.
We however struck a contract that, after Charles blows her mind with his blowjob, I would smash her pussy with my big dick. Sounds like a fair deal, don’t you think.
The only thing is that when Charles finds out, there will be hell to pay.
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