Fifty Shades of Green is an anthology of sexy gardening-themed stories edited by Cheri Colburn and published by Greenwoman Publishing. Here’s what the editor has to say about the book:
“Welcome to our garden of naughty delights! Within these pages you’ll discover: – Virile gods and their mortal conquests. – A community garden’s secret (and very dirty) fertility ritual. – An Edwardian dominatrix living out her sadistic garden fantasies. – Student/teacher lessons in horticultural hotness. – Young lovers seeking the help of green witches. – A beautiful, blind priest who helps an injured traveller. . . . and so much more. Peek inside the garden gate. (You know you want to.) A dozen racy tales await. Fifty Shades of Green is a collection of twelve delicious and erotic short stories with gardening themes. What you’ll find in these pages is hotter than the hottest pepper on the Scoville index of heat! And smart, not smutty. Well . . . maybe a little smutty.”
Authors featured in the anthology are: Rebekah, Simone Martel, Michael Bracken, Becky Trachsel, Slave Nano, Andrew Peters, R.R.S., Janine Ashbless, Evey Brett, T C Mills, Colleen Chen and Gloria Holden.
My own contribution is a bdsm story, ‘Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester and the Walled Garden’, featuring Edwardian dominatrix Lady Sally, her gardener Jack Buckingham and her plans for a very different kind of garden! An extract from the story is below.
The day of the official opening arrived. Victoria set out a table with champagne from Lady Sally’s cellar (the vintage Dom Perignon, of course) and bowls of strawberries (in the Ming willow pattern china, of course). Lady Sally was dressed for action. It was early summer by now and the weather was rather too hot for one of her rubber outfits but her dress was no less stunning. She wore ankle boots, silk stockings a suspender belt and the tightest, sexiest corset Jack Buckingham had ever seen. It was made in panels of black and purple satin with whale bone stays and cords that pulled her waist in tight but which thrust her naked breast upwards. Jack didn’t know where to look or what to say. As was always the case in Lady Sally’s presence he felt a strange mixture of unease, fascination and arousal.
“I take pleasure in wearing my corsets. I believe I have the finest collection of them in the whole country,” Lady Sally announced.
“Two wardrobes full of them,” muttered her maid.
“Well, yes of course Victoria, as you should know, a lady can never have too many corsets!”
Lady Sally ceremoniously cut a ribbon and the door into the walled garden was flung open. She stepped inside, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She drew in the perfumed scents of the flowers, the earthy aroma of soil and smell of freshly mown glass before finally opening her eyes. She looked around in silence and absorbed every detail of her new garden; the blaze of colour in the beds with their poisonous flowers, the wild garden with nettles, lilac headed thistles and wild flowers, the rows of bamboo and cane and the patch with vegetables ready to pick and chilli plants with their bright red fruits.
“It’s wonderful,” Lady Sally gasped. “It’s everything I hoped for. I’ve all I need here for my outdoor play. Oh, it’s marvellous. I love it. I simply I have to try it out!”
“Try it out?” queried Jack hesitantly. What did Lady Sally mean by that? Surely…..
“Why yes of course Mr Buckingham. Having put all that hard work into my garden, surely you must be the first person to experience it.”
“Oh come now, Mr Buckingham, surely you knew I’d want to try it out on you. I know you desire it. I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know that in your innermost desires you want this.”