Uniform Behaviour is now Available!

The lovely Lucy Felthouse has put together an anthology and it is now available for you to buy!


Uniform Behaviour can be bought from Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.com,All Romance eBooks and Omnilit and here’s what it’s all about.

Do you get all weak-kneed at the sight of a grubby fireman or a hunky soldier? Perhaps immaculately-dressed waiting-on staff get you feeling frisky? If so, you’ve come to the right place.

Uniform Behaviour contains sixteen smutty stories about firemen, soldiers, sailors, police, security guards and even waiters, priests and cleaners! Delve into this anthology and enjoy steamy stories from established erotica authors including Justine Elyot, Craig J Sorensen, Victoria Blisse, Shermaine Williams, Elizabeth Coldwell and Lucy Felthouse. Uniform Behaviour also proudly introduces some exciting debut authors. So remember, you saw them here first!

As well as being written and compiled for your titillation, this anthology is also designed to do good. A portion of the proceeds from Uniform Behaviour will be donated to UK charity Help for Heroes, which helps those wounded in current conflict.

The stories in this anthology have been hand-picked by a uniform aficionado, so you can rest assured that only the sexiest erotic fiction lies in this eBook.

I really do like being called an established erotica author! My story in Uniform Behaviour is called Dirty Deeds and is not your average uniform story. When I heard the call for submissions I knew I had to submit something but I wasn’t sure what. I didn’t want to write one of the typical uniforms because I knew lots of really good authors would do them and probably do them better than me. So I set to thinking about more unusual uniforms and in the end I decided to choose something that no one would associate with sexiness. I picked a cleaner.

Emma is an office cleaner, it’s not fun but it pays the bills that is until the young and handsome Mr Holloway offers her a job cleaning his posh inner city flat. One day and incident leads to her having to strip off and clean in only her tabbard but when Mr Holloway comes home from work early, he doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

Here’s a sexy snippet for you to enjoy!

“Okay, what will you want me to do?” Emma asked,

“Oh, everything, Emma, I’m a complete slob. I will pay you well though. What days will you be coming to clean?”
“Well, let me think,” I shifted my head to the side and a length of curly hair broke free from its confines and trailed down over my cheek. I brushed it away under Mr Holloway’s intense stare. “I think Mondays and Wednesdays will be best for me, late afternoon or early evening.”

“Right, well then on Wednesday’s I will pay you. Will eighty pounds cover it?”

I am sure the shock registered on my face, “That will more than cover it Mr Holloway,” I replied, “but you know you don’t have to pay me all that money. I only get six pound an hour for working here.”

He laughed. “And that is why I want you, Emma. You’re an honest. I will pay you what I have said, you deserve it and I will work you hard. I wasn’t kidding when I said I was a slob.”

“Well thank you, Mr Holloway, that’s terribly kind of you.” I was at loss for words really, eighty pounds would almost double my weekly salary. I was in shock.

“I’ll have to go now, Emma, you have all you need now, right?” He passed me the keys and paper and squeezed my hand before he let go. “Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, the words popping out like a hoarse cough as I tried to cover the arousal I felt coursing through my veins and heating my face. He waved as he walked through the door and I dropped heavily into the chair behind me. In that moment I felt like Cinderella being told she could go to the ball.

He was right, he was a slob but a rich slob and that somehow made it better. All his furniture and fittings were of the highest quality and the view from his living room window was breath taking. The first week I cleaned for him I thoroughly deserved my wages, I won’t go into details but his cluttered desk had not prepared me for the mess I found in his kitchen the first day I cleaned for him. But as time went on I did less and less for my eighty pounds pay and had more time to wander around his home.

I rarely saw him. We mostly conversed via notes left on the coffee table. He might ask me to put things in the drier or to leave a certain pile of papers exactly as they were and I would leave him receipts for dusters and disinfectant. I’d think about leaving lust letters for him, writing down all my secret desires for him but that was merely a fantasy.

I would occasionally lie on his bed and just drink in his scent, imagining him there with me. I would always feel so guilty afterwards though and would clean at double pace as penance thereafter. Mr Holloway became the number one fantasy in my life. Each night I would think of him as I brought myself to orgasm. It became the only way I could drift off to sleep.

I was obsessed with him and I felt a little disgusted at myself for that. I was his cleaner, he trusted me and I was far, far, far too old for him. The fantasy would never come to anything and yet when I went out for occasional nights on the town with my girlfriends I wouldn’t look twice at the men around me. I didn’t want them. Only one man would do. “


Oh and if you’d like to have a go at winning a copy get over to Erotica for All, write a simple comment and you could win a copy care of the generous Lucy Felthouse!