When I was thinking of a story to submit for Smut in the City I knew I would write about Manchester.
It’s my home city, I’ve lived within easy reach of it for the great majority of my life and it’s probably
the urban area I know the best.
The problem then became where in the city to focus on. I did wonder about having my characters
get up to naughty things at Old Trafford, the home of the Mighty Manchester United, the best
football team in the world (yes, I am biased) but then I got bogged down in the practicalities of that.
So I went for a mental tour of Manchester and tried to find the perfect setting. I wanted somewhere
recognisable, a little unusual and very Mancunian. I finally settled on a landmark I see every time
I visit Manchester, the water feature in Piccadilly Gardens. It just proves that nothing is safe from
this erotica writer’s dirty mind! Here’s a fountain based excerpt from my story, Mad Fer it in
We munch on in silence and watch the kids hurtling through the water.
“I don’t know how they do it,” I laugh, “that water must be freezing.”
“Oh,it looks fun to me.” Stuart grins, “and I’m so hot in this damn suit.”
“Yes you are,” I reply without thinking and his smile expands to cover his whole face.
I try to find some way of covering up my little slip. “So go on then, I dare you to stand on
there with the kiddies.”
“I bet you I can do it and not get wet.”
“Winner gets a kiss.”
Now that sounds like a win-win situation to me.
“You’re on!” I settle back in the grass. He jumps up, pulls off his jacket and drops
it to the floor beside me. It smells of him, spicy and fresh. I resist the urge to run the heavy
material against my cheek. I carry on watching him and yes, he’s doing it. He’s standing in
the middle of the fountain. It’s completely dry now but you know it’s going to spurt soon.
The little kids are laughing nervously, anticipating the cooling jets that will explode beneath
them at any minute. I hold my breath. Will he get wet?
“Ha, see!” He taunts as the water shoots up a metre or so away from him, “told, you.”
I’m just about to respond when a spout of water comes to my rescue and squirts up
directly beside him, showering him in ice cold water.
“You were saying?” I clap my hands in delight.
He just laughs and wipes his wet hair from his eyes. His white shirt is clinging to his
chest now and I can see the outline of his nipples and the dip of his bellybutton.
“Come on in, Lauren, the water is fine.”
“No, we need to go get you dry.” I look at my watch. “We’ve only got twenty
“Okay, bring me my jacket.”
I stand and walk towards the fountain. He’s perched on the edge and holds out his
hand. I pass him the jacket but he grabs hold of me and pulls me towards him. I follow him
with a yell, leaping up the step and onto the wet marble top.
“What are you doing?” I squeal, “I’ll get soaked.”
“That’s what I am hoping for.” He spins me round right into the path of one of the
jets. I scream as the ice cold water soaks through my skirt and my blouse and hits my heated
cheeks. It’s cold and all my senses jump alive from the shock.
“You little…” Just in time I realise we’re surrounded by kids so I refrain from calling
him a nasty name. He laughs, grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him.
“I like you wet,” He whispers.
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Victoria Blisse Bio:
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.