Friends Friday with Tamsin Flowers!

Welcome Tamsin to Friends Friday today, she’s a very talented writer who’s stories appear in both of the current Smut anthologies!


Hello all,

I’m going to start off by saying how thrilled I am to have been invited to write a guest post for Victoria’s blog – and I also want to take this opportunity to thank her and her co-editor Lucy Felthouse for all the amazing work they’ve put in on the Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea anthologies. It’s been a pleasure to have been included in both of them with such a fantastic bunch of writers.

I expect that for many of you reading this, mine is an unfamiliar name – I’ve just cut my teeth as an erotica writer and my work is only now starting to find its way out into the great wide world. So for me, posting with Victoria is a fabulous opportunity to introduce myself and let you have a little taste of one of my stories.

The excerpt I’ve chosen to share with you is taken from my story in Smut in the City. It’s called Underground Encounter and, to state the obvious, it’s set on London underground system. So why did I choose London’s hot, sweaty, dirty transport system for my story? Well, I’ve spent a lot of time in London over my life and to me, it’s like an arterial system pumping the lifeblood of city from place to place, an endless stream of people, all going somewhere particular with their life stories stretching out behind them – and ahead into the future.

I’ve got lots of memories of travelling on the underground. Many years ago, on the way to a gig, a friend and I realised that the band were sitting in the seats opposite us, on their way to the gig too. Now they are, quite literally, one of the biggest rock bands in the world. I’ve been on the tube on my way to first dates, coming home from big nights out – sometimes on the morning after! I’ve had arguments on the tube, done my make-up, eaten my lunch and made eyes at cute boys. But I’ve never picked up a guy or really misbehaved on the tube…

So when the call went out for a city-themed story, I grabbed the chance to make one of my fictional characters do something that I hadn’t. Lexie is challenged by her best friend Tina to find and seduce a man during one full circuit of the Circle Line (I had to set this back in the days when the Circle Line actually went round in a circle!) Lexie takes up the challenge and it’s not too hard to guess what happens next…


Excerpt from Underground Encounter by Tamsin Flowers

As the train pulled out of the station, the boy’s eyes locked mine in a lingering gaze. I ran my tongue around the edge of my lips; those brown eyes were making me hungry. I’d found my target and from the way he was looking at me, I had a feeling that maybe things would work out. If he didn’t try and get out at the next stop…

His eyes slid down to the V-shape made by the collar of my coat, to the tiny crack of cleavage it showed. Self-consciously I put a hand to my neck, pulling at one side of the collar as I scratched an imaginary itch on my shoulder. His stare was unremitting, his eyes two limpid brown pools that were starting to play havoc with my breathing. I slowly looked away but my heart carried on pounding, almost loud enough for me to hear, and it was more than I could do to avert my eyes for long. His wide mouth, even unsmiling, drew my gaze back to his face.

Suddenly he leant forward with his elbows on his knees. ‘What’s your name?’ he asked softly. His breath smelt pleasantly of alcohol and as he spoke I could see his tongue was stained dark from drinking red wine. I leant forwards too, letting my coat fall open. His eyes dropped down to my breasts, sculpted to perfection in a black lace bustier Tina had leant me. I put a finger across my lips. ‘Shhhhh…’

He nodded and swooped across to sit in the seat next to mine. Our eyes locked and I could feel sexual tension thickening the air between us. I looked around our end of the carriage: an elderly couple were sitting a few seats away from us and beyond them a pale, thin man, with receding hair, even though he didn’t look very old. None of them seemed to be taking any notice of us.

I put my hand on the boy’s thigh and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. His lips were moist and a sheen of sweat made his forehead glisten. Deep in my pussy a familiar flutter told me what was expected of me: I had to get part of this boy inside part of me. Soon.

If you enjoyed that and you’d like to read the whole story, you can get Smut in the City from Amazon US, Amazon UK and All Romance. If you’d like to find out more about me and my writing, visit my blog: