Anything She Wants- A Sneaky Peep At Some Ladylit!!

July 9  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

A few weeks ago I was delighted to find an email in my inbox, telling me that one of my stories had been picked by the lovely Harper Bliss, to appear in her Ladylit lesbian story anthology Anything She Wants.

Just check out this Table of Contents, and you’ll see why I was so honoured to be included…

Anything She Wants

Table of contents
Cliché by Kay Jaybee
The Corner Chair by Laila Blake
Loving the Lady by Lucy Felthouse
Hooked by Erzabet Bishop
Blurring the Boundary by Sarah Ellen
Steps by L.C. Spoering
The Dress by Vanessa de Sade
Behind Closed Doors by Kelly Lawrence
Debbie Does Dalhousie by Giselle Renarde
Vee’s Notebook by Alyssa Linn Palmer
Safer Places by Ariel Graham
Alphas by Harper Bliss

Here’s the blurb-

In the office, on the set of a movie or on the bathroom floor, the ladies in this anthology don’t care where they get it on. Power play, first time encounters and office rivalry get the characters in these twelve stories so riled up, the only way to go is down and dirty. Tales of spanking, a wild all-female college party and a waitress with a strap-on grace the pages of Ladylit’s first multi-author lesbian erotica anthology.

Caution: Reading ‘Anything She Wants’ will make you wet!


So – fancy a few teasing titbits from this anthology? Of course you do!!

Here come 3 beginnings from 3 of these girl on girl stories- and to kick off this list of temptation, we have the start of Lucy Felthouse’s story…

Loving The Lady

In relationships with large age differences, people often assume it is the older person who instigates it. Something to do with power, or confidence, I guess.

But when it came to Clarissa and me, those people couldn’t be more wrong. It was me who did all the running—I was determined to get my lady.

And a lady she was. As soon as I laid eyes on her at a posh charity do at the golf club I work at, I wanted her. Despite her advancing years, she looked truly stunning in a high-necked and high-backed midnight blue dress and matching shoes. She had a glass of obscenely expensive champagne in her hand—I should know, I’d poured it—and was surrounded by smiling, simpering people who appeared to hang on to her every word.

Only someone so used to watching people, so used to reading their body language, could have known that she didn’t really want to be there. That someone was me. I observed and noticed the too-tight grip on the crystal glass, the occasional clenching of her jaw and the slightly abandoned look in her eye as she forced another smile…


Thanks Lucy- yummy!!!

Now, before you rush off to find out what happens next in Lucy’s tale, I’m delighted to be able to share with you the opening of Erzabet Bishop’s wonderful story…


“No, Jessica. You hook it like this.” Gripping the scarlet sport weight yarn in her

hand, Mercy manoeuvred the hook until the stitch came out just right. “Class, I

want you to all take out your phones and look up how to do a single crochet


Nine distinct grumbles ensued, but the women laughed and pulled out their

androids and iPhones, linking to the internet.

“Excellent. This is one of the best ways to watch and learn. Repeat after me.

Videos are my friend.”

A chorus of feminine voices echoed her own and everyone began to laugh.

“Mercy, you kill me.” Jessica grinned, holding up the bikini top she had

been working on for two months. “When are you going to get your Naughty

Crochet series up and running?”

“Oh. I don’t know. Soon maybe.”

“But we need you! Who else is going to show us how to crochet a thong, for

goodness sake?”

“You are doing great, Jess.” Mercy gave her shoulders a squeeze and turned

to face the group.

“Okay, gang. The project list for this month includes a bondage cuff pattern

or a simple headband for you ladies who don’t want to frighten the fish, so to

speak.” Mercy smiled as the group began to titter with laughter. “The project

models are up on the board for you to see. Personally, I think the black and pink

ones are wicked cool.”

“Mercy?” A young redhead in the back of the room stood up.

“Yes, Arlene.”

“Can you help me with last month’s project? I can’t seem to get this right at

all.” Arlene held up a gray vibrator cozy that was supposed to be rectangular but

had somehow gone horribly wrong.

“Oh wow, honey. What have you done?” Joan, a woman in her mid-forties

asked, holding up her own completed project.

“Remember that little scarf you made last Christmas, Joan? Don’t judge.”

Mercy raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Can you see if you can help Arlene

figure out where her stitches went wonky while I get everyone set up?”

“Sure.” Joan slid her chair down and the two began comparing notes.

“Thanks.” Mercy looked around the room. Ladies were poking through

some of the new wools and synthetics she had brought back with her from

market. Others were at the back of the room in the kitchen sampling the iced tea

and cookies she had prepared while they decided what kinkery they were going

to create this week…


Thanks Erzabet!! Okay- I know you really need to go and buy the book now, but before you dash off- here’s a mini taster from the beginning of my own story…


Lauren breathed the words in my ear, “Tell me a story.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her expression; her brown eyes were wide, clear and eager as they looked into mine. Lying together, naked, face to face, and pleasantly sticky from an afternoon of excessive fucking, our limbs were comfortably entangled in the hotel’s black satin sheets. “What sort of story?”

“Tell me what happened when you went to visit your publisher.”

I swept a stray chestnut hair from her forehead. “The fantasy version I assume?”

“Oh yes.”

I shuffled closer to her, my red hair sinking deeper into the goose down pillows, my breasts rubbing against her feather soft chest, enjoying the brush of her nipples against my own.

Lauren loves it when I make up stories just for her, and as she has been the inspiration for most of the erotica I have written over the years, it would be churlish of me to object.

“Right then,” I stroked my free hand along the tanned arm that lay above the sheets, “are you lying comfortably? Then I’ll begin.”

My girl chuckled, pressing her curvaceous body harder against mine as I took a moment to think before launching into my tale.

“The secretary sat in the outer office. Despite the air conditioning that murmured constantly in the background, it was warm and stuffy, and she’d already discarded her grey suit jacket to the back of her swivel chair…”

Lauren interrupted me. “Can you make her blonde please?”

“That is so cliché, honey.”

“Clichés are clichés for good reason. That’s what you writers say, isn’t it?” Lauren replied, her twinkling eyes daring me to disagree.

“Well yes, but there are clichés, and then there are downright unbelievably stereotypical plot lines!”

“But I like unbelievable cliché’d stereotypical plot lines!” Lauren’s face fell into a fake pout that made me want to giggle.

“Oh, all right then.” I dug her playfully in the ribs, and carried on.

“Her long blonde hair hung loose, partially obscuring her porcelain neck, as she looked up on my arrival.

‘I’m a little early I’m afraid. I’ve come to see Miss Philips.’

‘Of course.’ The secretary pushed her glasses further up her nose as she scanned the appointment book that lay open to one side of her computer. ‘It’s Miss Cooper, isn’t it? Miss Philips is running a bit late I’m afraid. Could I get you a coffee or anything else whilst you wait?’

I accepted her offer of refreshment, and sank down on the cream sofa that ran the complete length of the wall opposite her desk. As I sat, I watched the secretary hold a chunky white cup and saucer under the coffee machine, my mind already filling with ammunition for a new story. I could easily visualise this woman naked, maybe still in her ridiculously high silver heels. My fingers itched to record my thoughts, and once she’d passed me my drink, I reached for my ever present notebook…”

Drawing breath, I looked at my companion. Lauren’s eyes were rapt as she hung on my words. “Don’t stop. What happened next?”…


Well I hope you enjoyed that guys!!

Before I go, here’s a little info about Lucy and Erzabet, along with a BIG thank you to them for sharing their work with us today.

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could first pound keys on her parent’s old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Slave Girls (upcoming) Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers (coming soon) Kink-E magazine, Coming Together: Girl on Girl (upcoming), Shifters  and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires and Samhain Shadows (upcoming). She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:


Thanks again to Lucy and Erzabet, and to Harper Bliss for allowing me to reprint these small sections from her anthology.

Happy Reading Everyone!!

Kay xx

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One Response to Anything She Wants- A Sneaky Peep At Some Ladylit!!

  1. Harper Bliss says:

    Thanks, Kay (and Lucy & Erzabet). You’re all fabulous (and ridiculously talented)!