Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills

Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills


M/F Rubenesque Erotica


House of Erotica brings you a collection of sexy rubenesque short stories, sensually written by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse. This range of exciting stories will leave you desperately wanting to read on…

Stories include:-

Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills

When Lorella’s boyfriend Chris suggests that she’d look sexy in a corset, she finds the mere thought hilarious. A big girl like her would look ridiculous in such a thing! But as she’s always up for trying something new, she hits the online shops. When her new corset arrives, Lorella can’t wait to try it on and see how she looks, ready to surprise Chris when he gets home. But when she does, she gets a thrilling surprise of her own.

Miri on the Wall

Callum’s a prolific artist, with many beautiful models on his books. But there’s only one that stands out for him – Miri. He’s never had the courage to do anything about his feelings, though. When a client commissions a nude painting of a rubenesque woman, Callum has a dilemma. Miri is the only suitable model – but will she agree to the project? And how will Callum cope with the object of his love and lust being completely naked in front of him?

Carnal Praise

The Bishop is visiting and Caroline is practising her solo when her husband stops accompaning her on the piano and initiates a far more carnal kind of praise.

Down Amongst the Daffodils

Rachel bumps into an old crush from school, Stephen, who’s now a gardener at a local park. They get down and dirty in the grass beside the bright yellow daffodils.

Word count: 10,177


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When my boyfriend Chris commented on how hot he thought I’d look in a corset, I almost wet myself laughing. It’s not that I have low self-esteem – I don’t – it’s just that I’ve always felt that corsets were for skinny girls. Or at least girls with a little less ‘up top’ than me. I have large breasts – huge, in fact – and I struggle to get pretty bras to fit me, let alone sexy corsets.

Still, poor Chris, miffed by my mirth, had made the comment in all seriousness. So as I’m a nice girlfriend and always up for trying something new, I hit the shops. The online ones, that is. There was just no way that the High Street was going to have something suitable for a girl built like me. I didn’t say anything to Chris when I placed the order and thought about how I was going to spring the surprise on him when it arrived. I’d gone for a lovely pink and black number that I was sure he’d love.

When the package arrived, though, I was the one that got the surprise. Chris was at work so I had the house to myself. I rushed upstairs to our bedroom, yanked the curtains closed and tore open the parcel. Luckily, I’d bought a corset which hooked up at the front so I could put it on myself. Within minutes I was strapped in and staring at myself in the full-length mirror. And it wasn’t just my eyes that were on the verge of popping out.

The beautiful silk and lace garment fit perfectly, cinching my waist in without being uncomfortable or too restrictive. I loved the way it appeared to suck in my middle and shove the excess flesh to where it was sexiest – above and below the material. My hips flared out from underneath the corset and my breasts were barely restrained in the cups at the top. They were thrust up and out like some kind of sexy offering.

I looked sluttish, wanton. I’d been expecting that. What I hadn’t been expecting was the way the corset made me feel. Mentally, I mean. It was thrilling. I felt powerful and sexy. As I turned this way and that before the mirror, leaning forward to see if my boobs would stay put (they did, just), blood started to gather in my groin, thickening my vulva and nudging my clit awake.

Gazing back out of the mirror at me wasn’t me, but some kind of goddess. Seriously, I looked so hot that I even wanted to have sex with myself! My eyes shone and my face was flushed and glowing. I leaned forward once more for good measure, and as I cupped and squeezed the abundant flesh that threatened to spill out, the embers that had been kindling between my thighs sparked into a full blown fire.

I knew what I had to do.

I’d only removed the top half of my clothing to put on the corset, such was my impatience. Now I slipped off my socks and jeans, tossing them into the corner. The scarlet thong I was wearing clashed horribly with my new lingerie, but it didn’t matter. I pulled the underwear down, tensing as the wet gusset peeled away from my pussy, exposing it to the cool air. The tiny scrap of material joined my other clothes, discarded across the room.

I shifted and tilted the mirror I’d been primping in front of so it reflected our king sized mattress. I quickly grabbed mine and Chris’ toy box from beneath the bed and retrieved my trusty rabbit vibe. Then in true sexy and wanton goddess style, I laid back on the duvet and spread my legs wide. My pussy was rudely reflected back at me in all its pink and glistening glory. From that angle, my boobs were thrust high, almost obscuring my face. By this point I was so horny I barely noticed, and I certainly didn’t care.

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