The Allure of Extramural Lust

Welcome to August Al Fresco, our huge readers event celebrating sex and love in the great outdoors. Our fearless leader Victoria Blisse has rounded up some of the hottest authors around to share their visions of extramural lust, and we're giving away some amazing prizes (see below).

What is it about the outdoors that stirs the libido? Is it the sense of freedom from constraints? No clothing, no inhibitions. The breeze whispering over your bare skin. Sunlight baking your back as your straddle your lover. The moon washing your twined bodies in silvery radiance. Civilization often cuts us off from our animal nature, but making love outdoors restores the connection.

I recall a special night on the slopes of Mount Shasta in northern California, lying with my lover, open to the sky and to one another. Nothing separated us from earth except our sleeping bag. Every sensation was intensified, as if nature reflected and amplified our passion.

Or is it exhibitionism that gives outdoor sex its special kick? Depending on circumstances, getting amorous al fresco can involve a significant risk of discovery. Are you far enough from the path to escape the notice of the other hikers? Is anyone watching as he peels down your panties and buries his face in your fur?

I'll never forget kneeling in front of my lover on the ramparts of a sixteenth century fort to suck his cock. Another set of museum visitors could have appeared at any time. That just made our lust burn hotter.

Urgency can be another factor. Outdoor encounters often occur because we simply just can't wait to get inside, away from prying eyes. Desire cannot be deferred. One of the most exciting erotic encounters in my life took place in the Colorado desert. We were driving cross country, and would reach our destination in an hour or two. That just wasn't soon enough. He pulled off the road and took me there in the sand, amidst the scrub and the cactus, fierce as the sun battering our half-dressed bodies. I didn't worry about scorpions or snakes until afterward. At the time, he was my only reality.

I've written quite a few outdoor sex scenes, so it was a bit hard for me to decide which one to share with you here. The snippet below is from my most recent release, Challenge to Him, one of the stories in the Tied to the Billionaire anthology, which goes to general release today. On the other hand, I was very tempted to use my paranormal Hot Spell instead, which takes place almost exclusively outdoors (since it is about the love between an Earth Elemental and a Fire Elemental). So I've decided to give away a copy of Hot Spell to one commenter on this post – on top of the Smut Al Fresco grand prizes.

Leave a comment on this post (with your email, please!) and you will be entered to win:

An ebook copy of Hot Spell

Plus 

A Kindle and £50 worth of Total-E-Bound ebooks.

Or 

£50 worth of Xcite ebooks

And be sure to check out all the August Alfresco posts at http://smutalfresco.co.ukand comment on each one to have more chances to win.

All terms and conditions are available at smutalfresco.co.uk and the winners will be announced on the 1^st September at the website. (I'll announce the winner of my ebook here.)

All the wealth in the world can’t buy willing surrender.

Andrew MacIntyre, heir to a vast empire of railroads, mines and mills, is the second or third richest man in America, and by far the most eligible bachelor among the society folk summering in Newport, Rhode Island. His mother has filled their opulent mansion with marriageable daughters of bankers and industrialists, but Andrew knows none of these callow young women can satisfy his perverse sexual needs. No respectable girl would ever consent to being bound and beaten, to serving and obeying him the way he craves. His money gives him the freedom to purchase anything except his heart’s desire—a submissive partner to share his life.

Independent, progressive and well-educated, labour activist Olivia Alcott has dedicated herself to improving the lot of the workers who toil in the factories that have made Andrew and his class so wealthy. The strike she organises triggers a confrontation between her and the handsome billionaire. Although their disparate backgrounds and values make them natural foes, something stronger draws them to one another—an intuitive recognition of complementary fantasies. Andrew offers Olivia a bargain—better working conditions for the mill staff, in return for a weekend of her unquestioning obedience. Olivia will help him deflect the attentions of the potential mates assembled by his mother, as well as providing more intimate services. Given Olivia’s origins, a more enduring relationship appears impossible—but Andrew is not the sort to give up something he wants.

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Excerpt

“Olivia! There you are! I was afraid you were gone…”

He came up behind her, encircling her waist and pulling her body against his. All her resolutions crumbled.

“I’m so very sorry to have left you on your own in that nest of vipers.” Andrew nuzzled her neck, then tugged with his teeth at her diamond eardrop. A delicious thrill skittered down her spine.

“No matter. Everyone was perfectly civil. In any case, I completely understand. You’re the host—you’re required take care of all your guests.” Olivia marvelled at the calm in her voice, even as he cupped her breasts through her finery and thumbed her nipples.

“You’re the only guest who interests me. I don’t care a fig for the rest of them.”

He turned her around, pressing her buttocks against the rail, and stroked her cheek. “Olivia—” It was too dark for her to read his expression, but his voice held an uncharacteristic note of uncertainty. His lips found hers, in a soft, tentative kiss that ended too soon and made her ache for more.

She searched his face in the gloom. “Yes? What can I do for you, sir?”

His whole body stiffened at the title, as though electricity coursed through him. At the same time, the act of voicing her surrender melted the last remnants of her anger.

He tightened his grip on her bare upper arms—she’d have bruises tomorrow—and released a low chuckle, full of lust and menace. Wet heat bloomed between Olivia’s thighs.

“You’re still willing to serve me, then?” His fingers were at her throat now, testing her pulse before sliding down to trace her collarbone.

“Of course, sir.” His touch kindled almost unbearable arousal. She wanted to sink to her knees, to kiss his feet, to breathe his scent and rub her cheek against the glorious hardness at his crotch. “I am yours to command.”

“Ah, that’s my slut talking. Come here then, girl.” He hustled her back towards the entry to the pavilion. The building resembled a normal gazebo, but dragons perched on the tiled, upswept eaves and were carved into the red lacquered pillars supporting it. He arranged her between the gateposts, facing the great house, which glowed like a Chinese lantern. “Raise your arms and put your palms against the posts. Yes, that’s right. Don’t move. Now, how to bind you…”

Olivia followed his instructions, eager for whatever he had planned. If someone had looked from one of Wavecrest’s many windows towards the sea, they might have detected some motion at the tea house, but darkness and distance would hide the details. She found herself wishing that the moon would rise, and was horrified by her own depravity.

Andrew stood before her, pondering the situation. He clenched and unclenched his fists. Energy fairly crackled through his powerful frame.

“I know!” He seized one of the ribbons that draped her skirt and yanked.

“Andrew, no! You’ll ruin it!”

“I paid for it. It’s mine to ruin—just like you.”

She shivered at the thought.

The satin resisted his considerable strength. Pulling a penknife from his tuxedo pocket—to Olivia’s surprise—he sawed at the ribbon until it gave way. “T’will be strong at least.” He wrapped the strip of fabric around her wrist several times, then tied the other end to the post. The satin caressed her skin, but held her tight against the pillar. “Now for the other…”

In a trice he had her suspended between the gateposts, helpless to resist whatever came next. “Now, to make you more accessible…” He slashed again and again at the elegant gown, tearing through overskirt, underskirt and petticoats. A sea breeze stirred the shredded silk, tickling her bare thighs. Moisture trickled from her cleft. She strained against her bonds, wanting nothing more than to touch him, but with an evil giggle, he stepped out of range.

“Ah, sweet, you do look wicked! What would your Russian think, hey?” He leant forward to pinch her nipple, triggering a shock of pleasure, but backed away before she could make contact. “Did your precious poet ever bind you outdoors, in full view of polite society?”

“No, sir…” Dmitri had confined their deviant games to the garret they’d shared. She’d sometimes wished otherwise.

“Ah—a first then! And do you like being exposed, Miss Alcott? Does it arouse you?” He still wouldn’t come closer. Olivia caught a whiff of her own ocean aroma. Her pussy clenched on emptiness.

“You know it does, sir.” Heat climbed into her cheeks. Heat pulsed in her core.

“Yes, yes, I do know. I know you, Olivia. I know what you need.”

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