Filthy Friday: Tamsin Flowers

Hi all. For this week’s Filthy Friday, I have the fabulous Tamsin Flowers, giving us some background on her story in Smut by the Sea, called The Man on the Balcony. Enjoy!


Before getting down to business (so to speak), I just wanted to say how thrilled I am to be invited to post on Lucy’s brilliant blog.  It’s my first time, which makes me something of guest blogger virgin – but this has to be one of the best places to pop one’s cherry!

As I’m writing this, I’m looking out of my window onto a howling gale and lashing rain – the leaves are flying off the trees and even when the sun does peek through, there’s no denying – the season’s changed.  Autumn is upon us and all those sun-drenched days of summer holidays, picnics, garden parties and fun on the beach are well and truly behind us.

But I’m not prepared to let go quite yet and I’m certainly not in the mood to turn my thoughts to Christmas.  While I’ve still got the last vestige of the sun tan that was so hard fought for, I want to cling onto that summer holiday mood for just a little longer before bundling up against the cold.  (And as luck would have it, the sun’s just broken through and feels wonderfully warm through the window!)

I don’t know if you’re the same, but for me, one of the best ways to change my mood or recapture a feeling or a memory is to immerse myself in a great story.  Perhaps that’s why I like to write them, too.  It gives me the perfect excuse to indulge in a few fantasies and still be working at the same time.  And I think the perfect remedy to my change-of-season blues has to be dipping into Lucy’s brilliant anthology Smut by the Sea.  Lucy edited this excellent collection with Victoria Blisse and in so doing brought together a great bunch of writers, including Cynthia Rayne, KD Grace, Tabitha Rayne, MA Stacie, Lexie Bay, Cassandra Dean, Tanith Davenport, Justine Elyot, Heidi Champa and Slave Nano.  For someone who is fairly new to writing erotica, I felt honoured to have a story included with such illustrious company.

My story in Smut by the Sea is called The Man on the Balcony.  When Charlie moves into her new apartment the thing she’s most excited about is having a private balcony with a sea view.  So as soon as she’s unpacked, she indulges herself by stripping off and settling down to relax in the sun.  However, her pleasures are interrupted by her noisy next door neighbour taking calls on his balcony; Charlie can’t help but listen in and before she knows it, she’s intrigued…

Here’s a short excerpt to give you a taster if you’re new to my writing and if you’re interested in finding out more, visit my blog, Tamsin’s Superotica:


Happy reading!



‘Hi,’ said a man’s voice in answer to the call.  ‘No, I’m home now.  Out on the balcony.’

Could be interesting.  I rolled onto my side, angling myself to hear better what the deep velvety voice was saying.  It was a rich, nuanced baritone with just the hint of a west coast accent.

‘Yes…  Just a meeting with the investors this morning.  Thrashed out the payment schedule…’

Boring, boring, boring.  I sank back on my lounger and tried to shut the voice out of my brain but the main droned on and on about percentages and margins and dividends.  I slung a forearm across my face and tried to retreat back into my soft, sun-kissed cocoon.  I used my other hand to softly, gently arouse my nipples, brushing across them, stroking and pinching them until they stood out proud and sent fiery demands coursing through my body.  I writhed on cushions, letting both hands work on the cherry red tips of my breasts, wishing I could bend far enough forward to reach them with my tongue.

Mr Loudmouth next door was still droning on but when I heard him mention the name of a local bar, my ears couldn’t help but prick up.  Mulligans was a place Susie and I went to all the time, whenever we needed to kick back with drinks and dancing, or when we felt in the mood for checking out the local talent.

‘Yeah, I saw her there again,’ he was saying.  ‘Okay, okay, next time.’

He paused, presumably listening to whoever was on the other end of the line.

‘No, I’m gonna say hello, buy her a few drinks…  She’s unbelievable.  Curves, tawny brown skin, deep, dark eyes that could melt Alaska.’  His voice lowered and I was straining to hear him; this was definitely more interesting than his office talk.  ‘There’s just one thing I want to do with her.  We’ll go for a walk on the beach, I’ll take her hand and if she likes it, I’ll kiss her.’

My fingers were starting to do their own walking now as I listened to his plans for his mystery woman.

‘And then…’  A pause.  ‘Of course, I’m gonna fuck her.  Ever tried it?  Sex on the sand?  It’s amazing.  Liberating.’  His voice was starting to sound a little rough, husky even.  I think he was getting turned on at the thought of it.  And why not?  I certainly was.

Smut by the SeaLight hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Get your copy of Smut by the Sea here.

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