Sharing Nicely by Victoria Blisse

Hi,

Today I’m delighted to place Superotica in the very capable hands of the wonderful Victoria Blisse, who’s here with a steamy excerpt from her latest release, Sharing Nicely. (And don’t you just lover her cover?)

Two hot, sexy billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be happy to share nicely?

Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.

Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. They’re not content to share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to possess her completely.

Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant gifts.

Sharing Nicely: Excerpt

“Good afternoon, Margaret.” Darren greeted the shop owner with warmth in his gaze. “My friend is looking for a corset and matching items, what do you suggest?”

I came under the probing gaze of the stern-looking older woman. My curves were assessed in short shrift.

“Yes, I think she’d look good in the new style that’s just come in. Red, dark and sumptuous.” She walked out from behind her counter and over to one of the sparse displays. She pulled out a hanger and passed it to Darren.

“Looks good. She’ll need to try it on,” he said turning the corset in his hands.

Margaret nodded towards the cubicle at the back of the store. “Let me get the matching knickers and a nice pair of stockings for you to try on too.” She strode confidently to her stock and pulled out a few items. I didn’t think she looked at any labels before passing them over to Darren. “I’m out here if you need any help or a second opinion.”

“Thanks, Margaret.” Darren grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the changing room. It was a large cubicle, the walls covered in sumptuous gold fabric. I felt like I’d entered a harem. A classy, scroll-framed mirror stood in one corner and a seat was placed diagonally opposite it. Darren sat down.

“You’ll have to take all your clothes off,” he said with a smirk, “to try these on properly.”

“Oh, I will, will I?” I shook my head teasingly. “Dirty old perv.”

“Less of the old,” he crowed. “Now get your clothes off. I can’t wait to see you in this.”

Funnily, I didn’t even think to disobey his command, because I wanted to do it. Teasing Darren with my nakedness in semi-public thrilled me.

Eagerly I pulled off my T-shirt and my shoes and jeans followed suit. My cheeks filled with heat as I stood before him in just my underwear but his appreciative nod urged me on. I could feel the lust building in him, I could see it in how tensely he sat in the chair.

I removed my bra, slipping the straps from my shoulders at the same time that I unfastened the back latch. I felt the cool air on my skin as I rolled down my knickers. I was completely naked with nothing more than a curtain or two separating me from a very public shop.

“Stunning,” he gasped.

“I’ve not put it on yet,” I giggled, wiggling from side to side and sliding my hands across my body to shield it.

“I know.” He stood and whisked me into his arms to kiss me. I was very aware of our surroundings at first but soon I melted into the passion of his kiss. He could have fucked me right then and there and I would have let him but he pulled back and let out a shuddering breath.

“The corset,” he said and turned to pull it down from its hanger. He worked diligently with competent fingers to press me into the garment and fasten it. I was stunned at how well it fitted. I hadn’t told Margaret my size, she’d only looked at me. I also wondered how many other women Darren had cinched into such garments—he certainly seemed well practised at it.

“Stunning.” He stood back and admired me. My breasts stood up proud and boiled over the top of the soft silk that covered my waist and pulled attention to my ample hips. I gripped my fingers around my waist, amazed by how slim it seemed. The garment held me in tightly but not uncomfortably. I could get used to wearing it, I was sure.

Once again Darren pushed himself up against me. His mouth ravaged mine and his hands ran freely up and down my body. I responded with gusto at first. I felt sexy and was incredibly turned on but when I felt the silken wall behind me and I realised where we were I stiffened in fear. I heard voices in the shop. Relief swept through me. Margaret would be distracted for a while serving them and wouldn’t be listening to us.

Darren pulled me back towards the armless chair. He sat back on it, opening his trousers to reveal a naked and eager cock beneath. My eyes widened and I started to shake my head, but the lust in his eyes tallied up with that which pulled in the bottom of my stomach and I walked towards him.

****

Book Link: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/sharing-nicely

Bio: Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event which took place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TB’s Resident “Naked Chef”) 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.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse

To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk

Sunday Snog: Kiss a Zombie to Win a Prize!

Hi,

In a break from our frenetic month-long zombie tour, we’re back here today at Tamsin’s Superotica to take part  in:

And naturally, this Sunday we’re going to be kissing the zombies! This is an excerpt from my story I Was a Teenage Zombie Virgin, which is one the five short stories featured in my new collection Zombie Erotoclypse.

You thought being a teenager was tough? Try it when you’re a zombie… Teenage zombie John is rescued from a baying mob by a healthy human girl he knew before he became a zombie – and things soon heat up between them.

She looked up at me, her dark hair curling in sweaty tendrils round her forehead, her liquid brown eyes full of trust.  I bent my head and I kissed her.  I kissed her in a way that I’d never kissed a girl before I was a zombie.  Our lips met, hers so soft compared with mine, rough and chaffed and scabby.  Her mouth opened and her tongue glided against my mouth, applying a gentle pressure until I let it slip inside.  I can’t say how it must have compared with her other experiences of kissing, though it was obvious she’d had some, but for me it was sublime.  Fireworks and flares went off in my gut and a burning sensation made my cock surge forward against my cut-offs.  I heard a low, guttural moaning, like an animal in pain, and took a moment to realize that it was me.  I held her close against my chest and through the thin fabric of our T-shirts, her nipples felt like rough pebbles.

Her arms slipped round behind me and started pulling up my shirt and I followed her lead, drawing her tank up to reveal the soft curve of her belly.  It made me catch my breath and I felt suddenly dizzy.

I hope you enjoyed it! And if you want more it’s only 99c or 77p for all five!

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Or, if you’d fancy winning a copy, leave a comment telling me what you’d call your own pet zombie and I’ll enter you into a free draw!  You have until Tuesday to enter and I’ll contact the winner on Wednesday.

And don’t forget to enjoy all the other hot and steamy kisses on this amazing 100th Sunday Snog!

Tamsin

xxx

Smutty Seaside Sex in Scarborough – Join the Fun!

Hi,

It’s nearly here – the Smut by the Sea Scarborough bonanza.  On the 22nd June Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse are riding into town on a Smut offensive.  This is the first live Smut event and it runs all day at Scarborough Library.  Entry is free during the day – for a fabulous mix of author readings, book signings and sales, and the erotic market place – and you can buy tickets for the fabulous Official Launch Party in the evening, complete with readings and a live burlesque show!  However, you do need to be over 18 to attend – but that’s okay, because you have to be over 18 to be reading this!

Sadly, I can’t make it up to Scarborough on this particular weekend and I’m absolutely gutted because I think it’s going to be a blast.  However, the authors who are appearing include:

• Victoria Blisse
• Lucy Felthouse
• Lexie Bay
• Ruby Kiddell
• Rachel Kincaid
• Janine Ashbless
• Tabitha Rayne
• Slave Nano
• Ashley R Lister
• K D Grace
• Gemma Parkes
• Liv Honeywell
• Jennifer Denys

So look forward to some great readings, an Erotic Tombola with prizes donated by the days’ sponsors and an incredible amount of smutty fun!

Be there or be square!

Tamsin

xxx

And for those poor souls who, like me, can’t make it, here are a few pocket excerpts from my stories in the Smut canon.

Smut by the Sea 1

My story is called The Man on the Balcony – here’s a snippet when the heroine, Charlie, settles down to enjoy the private balcony of her new apartment.

I stretched out luxuriously, like a cat on a sunny terrace.  Even though it was late afternoon, the sun’s rays still carried some heat and there was a soft, warm breeze that was making short work of the water that still clung to me.  After a few minutes I rolled over onto my front to let my back dry off.  The graze of the rough canvas against my bare nipples sent a frisson running through me and I took another sip of wine, enjoying the physical sensations I was experiencing.  Putting down the glass, I pushed my liberated tush up into the warm air, allowing space for one of my hands to slip down my front and nestle its way into the dark recess between my legs.  Mmmm… this was the privacy I’d been craving.  Just me and my naughty little fingers, able to do whatever we wanted.

Smut by the Sea 2

In the second Smut by the Sea anthology, I have a story called On the Rocks. In it shipwrecked Shelby is washed up on a lighthouse rock, complete with a hunky lighthouse keeper ready to rescue her.

After sweeping up and down my body, his eyes met mine.  I suddenly became conscious of the fact that I was wearing just a t-shirt, soaked through, and the cold had had quite an effect on my nipples.  I looked down for confirmation of this and then looked back up at him in time to see his tongue dart out from between his lips.

‘You’re shivering,’ he said.

I started to pull at my clothes but my hands were shaking too much.

‘H-h-h-help-p-p m-m-meee,’ I said, through chattering teeth.

Standing in front of the roaring fire in the sitting room of his tiny lighthouse keeper’s cottage, Josh silently undressed me with tender hands.  Slowly he slipped the t-shirt up the side of my ribs and then quietly, gently manoeuvred my arms out of the sleeves like you would if you were undressing a child.  Finally, he smoothly rolled the wet garment up over my head, leaving me standing topless in front of him, shivering, wet and dripping on the floor.

My nipples stood out hard and proud, not just because of the cold, and as I caught him staring at them, a warmth started to blossom deeper inside me.

Without speaking he stepped forward and put his hands on the waistband of my jeans.  He gave me a questioning look and I nodded.  One by one he released the buttons of my fly and then slowly he peeled the cold, heavy denim down my legs.

Love on the Rocks – Sex and Shipwrecks!

Hi,

Do you ever have those fantasies in which you’re shipwrecked on a desert island… just you and a handsome hunk or a gorgeous girl with only one thing on their mind?

(Sound of waves crashing)

… sorry, I drifted off there for a moment.  But it was exactly this type of daydream that gave me the inspiration for my story, Shipwrecked, that’s just been released as part of the Smut By The Sea Volume 2 anthology.  After a row with her boyfriend, inexperienced sailor jumps in his boat and heads out to sea.  Unluckily for her, a storm is brewing but her luck changes when she washes up on the tiny island where Josh leads an isolated life as  a lighthouse keeper.  And he’s been all on his own for months – I’m sure you can guess the rest!

My story apart, it’s a fantastic anthology, with seaside themed pieces by Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, Tilly Hunter, Rachel Randall, Giselle Renarde, Kate Britton, Jillian Boyd, Belle Anderson, Cass Peterson, Delyth Angharad, TC Mill, Erzabet Bishop, Tenille Brown and Annabeth Leong.  Some of erotica’s heavy hitters, you’ve got to admit.

So to whet your appetite, here’s an excerpt.

Enjoy!

Tamsin

xxx

Shipwrecked

‘I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere soon.’

Now he was sounding mildly threatening and my heart jumped to my mouth.  I got up, this time without feeling dizzy.  Although he was standing two steps below me, my face was now level with his own.

‘What do you mean?  I’ll leave here when I choose to,’ I said, sounding braver than I felt.

With a look of grim resignation, he stood to one side.

‘Be my guest,’ he said.

I couldn’t get down the stairs fast enough and without worrying about a jacket or thinking about where I was going, I yanked open the front door and stepped out into a sheet of icy cold, horizontal rain.

‘Fuck!’

I was drenched within seconds and only made it about eight feet down the path when something looming in my peripheral vision made me stop and look round.  It was a lighthouse, tall, slender and painted white, and at the top a bright ring of prisms shot out a beam that cut across the sky high above the house.  And the rock upon which it was built.

So I really looked round, all the way.  I was standing on the crown of a rock.  Behind me was a small white cottage with a red tiled roof and attached to it on one side, the lighthouse.  And all around, as far as the horizon, was sea.  Nothing but sea.  No other land in sight, the mainland shore nowhere to be seen.

I looked around at the tiny island.  Far below me on a rocky outcrop, I spotted the remains of a sailing dinghy… the Minerva.  I walked a few feet to see the other side of the rock; there was a small concrete jetty but no boat moored to it.

Josh was right.  I wasn’t going anywhere soon.  I panicked and suddenly felt as if I couldn’t breath.

I staggered back to the cottage and had to hammer on the door that had slammed behind me. Josh opened it, pulled me into his arms and kicked it shut behind us.  As I burst into tears, he pushed the wet hair back from my forehead with one hand and firmly stroked my back with the other.

‘It’s okay,’ he whispered in my ear.  ‘You’re perfectly safe here and there’s plenty of food until the supply boat returns.’

I gulped back my tears.

‘When will that be?’

‘A week, two weeks, depending on the weather.’

‘What?  Everyone will think I’m dead.’

I pulled myself out of his embrace and he turned to lead the way into a small sitting room.

‘Come here by the fire,’ he instructed.  ‘No one will think you’re dead.  I’ve already radioed the coast guard to let them know you’re here.  But you’d better get out of those wet clothes again, before you catch your death of cold.’

I looked at him, the firelight playing across his face, and I wondered about his existence out here, all on his own for months on end.

‘I’ll get those pyjamas,’ he said, making a move.

‘No wait,’ I blurted out.  ‘How long have you been out here?’

‘I’ve been the keeper here for nearly two years.’

‘On your own all that time?’

He shrugged.

‘I like my own company.  Something of a loner, really.’

But no sex for all that time?  I couldn’t voice what I was thinking but my face went scarlet and the way he was looking at me now made it obvious he had guessed.

After sweeping up and down my body, his eyes met mine.  I suddenly became conscious of the fact that I was wearing just a t-shirt, soaked through, and the cold had had quite an effect on my nipples.  I looked down for confirmation of this and then looked back up at him in time to see his tongue dart out from between his lips.

‘You’re shivering,’ he said.

I started to pull at my clothes but my hands were shaking too much.

‘H-h-h-help-p-p m-m-meee,’ I said, through chattering teeth.

Standing in front of the roaring fire in the sitting room of his tiny lighthouse keeper’s cottage, Josh silently undressed me with tender hands.  Slowly he slipped the t-shirt up the side of my ribs and then quietly, gently manoeuvred my arms out of the sleeves like you would if you were undressing a child.  Finally, he smoothly rolled the wet garment up over my head, leaving me standing topless in front of him, shivering, wet and dripping on the floor. 

My nipples stood out hard and proud, not just because of the cold, and as I caught him staring at them, a warmth started to blossom deeper inside me.

Without speaking he stepped forward and put his hands on the waistband of my jeans.  He gave me a questioning look and I nodded.  One by one he released the buttons of my fly and then slowly he peeled the cold, heavy denim down my legs.

‘Sit,’ he instructed, guiding me back towards a fireside chair.

I sunk into the softness of the blanket-covered armchair and he was able to pull each leg of my jeans down over my feet.  My panties had come with them and suddenly I found myself sitting naked in the firelight in front of a fully-clad stranger who I’d only clapped eyes on a few short hours before.

Josh’s breath caught in his throat as he knelt in front of me, gazing up.

‘My God, Shelby.  You’re like a mermaid washed ashore on dry land.’

Looking forward to Smut in Scarborough?

Hi,

Today I’m handing over my blog to the fabulous Victoria Blisse so she can tell you about this summer’s unique Smut by the Sea event in Scarborough – and a superb special offer.

Over to you, Victoria:

Special Smut by the Sea offer for Valentine’s Day and beyond!

It’s recently been Valentine’s day and we all looked for something special to give to our loved ones. Sometimes though Valentine’s gifts last for no time at all, flowers wilt, chocolates get eaten, champagne drank. How about treating your other half to a great day out by the sea with extra added smutty fun?

Well, we’re offering Smut by the Sea tickets for £7.50 from now until  25^st February 2013. This is a 25% off the usual price. This ticket will get you in to the Smut by the Sea Book launch with free nibbles and a glass of something bubbly plus readings that will get you in the mood for some seaside good loving.

Smut by the Sea takes place on the 22^nd June at Scarborough Library. The event runs all day with readings and an erotic marketplace during the day (10am-4pm), featuring top authors like KD Grace, Janine Ashbless, Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, Tabitha Rayne, Lexie Bay, Slave Nano and Ruby Kiddell.  And then the evening will showcase Smut by the Sea volumes 1&2 between 6-9 pm.

Pick up tickets for your beloved today and give a gift that will keep on giving! For more details check http://smutbythesea.co.uk and buy your tickets here http://smutbythesea.eventbrite.co.uk/

Smut by the Sea volume 1 http://sexyreads.co.uk/smut-by-the-sea-vol-1

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Excerpt from A Proper British Seaside Holiday by Victoria Blisse

I jumped on the next open top bus that came along, paid my fare and climbed upstairs. No one was up there. That wasn’t a surprise since it was still raining hard. I sat down near the back. I always wanted to sit at the back when I was little and my parents wouldn’t let me. It was fun to let my little rebel take over.

The seat was damp and cold and the water seeped into my jeans. I’d have to go back to the hotel and change again once the trip was over, but then I could maybe enjoy the firm mattress of my bed while I waited for my clothes to dry. Apparently, once you reawaken a libido it doesn’t give you five minutes rest.

It’s hard to appreciate the view when rain is slapping you in the face like an irate lover. So I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the harsh rush of wind against my cheeks and listened to the pitter-patter of the drops dancing over my coat. I felt the bus stop, so I opened my eyes. I was near the harbour, fishing boats sitting quietly in the water, huddling together before their next jaunt out to sea.

I heard the clomp, clomp, clomp of shoes on the stairs and I wondered who on earth was as crazy as me to want to sit up in the elements. It turned out to be a very handsome man in a red raincoat similar to my own. He cracked a smile when he saw me, his head just peering over the top of the barrier as he continued up the stairs.

“I thought I’d be the only one crazy enough to sit up here in this weather.” His voice was earthy and deep with a hint of the local accent. I wanted to hear more of it.

“No, no. I’m afraid you’ve not got the monopoly on crazy today.”

“So,” he said, covering the distance from the front of the bus to the back in a few long strides. He was very tall and did I mention handsome? I was sure the wetness seeping between my thighs wasn’t simply the rain. This tall, dark man was whispering to my most feminine desires. “What brings you up here on such an inclement day?”

“Appreciation of life.” I replied with a smirk.

“Ah, that.” He nodded, “do you mind if I sit with you?”

“Not at all, as long as you don’t mind getting a wet arse.” I chuckled uneasily. I shouldn’t have mentioned his bum, I hardly knew him!

“I’m already wet everywhere else, what’s another body part in the grand scale of things?” He sat down and offered me his hand. “Hello, I’m Daniel. You’re not from round here, are you?”

“I’m Abby. I’m from Manchester but I live in London right now.”

“Well, that explains a lot,” he smiled, “the dark around your eyes, the half lingering sense of hopelessness, the rounded vowels.”

I should have been offended but I was stunned by how observant he was.

“You’ve got me,” I shrugged. “I’m trying to rediscover myself. Shit as that sounds.”

“I understand,” he said. “I’m pretty certain we should all spend more time doing that kind of stuff and less time worrying. It has a better yield, anyway.”

I nodded and twisted my fingers together in my lap. I was suddenly acutely aware of his body heat beside me and the scant half inch between his arm and mine.

“Do you live here?” I asked, finding conversation far less scary than silence and my erratic, erotic thoughts.

“Yeah.” Daniel nodded. “Most of my life.”

“Lucky sod.” I said with a sigh.

“It’s not a bad life,” he agreed, though I saw a little sadness in the depth of his darkened eyes. “Took me a while to work that out, though.”

It’s difficult to describe something that happened without word or movement but I realised then that Daniel understood me and my troubles. It’s like his soul recognised the same weakness in mine.

“Look,” he turned his body towards me, “this is going to seem very forward of me but, I’ve been looking at your lips and they’re just calling to be kissed. Would you mind if I just leaned in a touch and rested my lips against yours for a bit?”

Propriety would have screamed at me to shout no and to run like the wind away from the man with determination and longing in his eyes. Luckily I was there with passion, not propriety, and passion urged me to nod my head and lean in to speed up the action. I’m never usually so impulsive but as his lips brushed mine I knew I’d made the right choice. Daniel’s warmth flowed from his body into mine.
Smut by the Sea volume 2 coming soon!

Victoria Blisse’s Super Sexy Santa – IT’s FREE FOR 4 DAYS

Hi,

Today I’m delighted to say that I’ve got the wonderful Victoria Blisse here, ready to tell us all about her fantastic Christmas short, Proving Santa Exists which is currently free on Amazon UK and US from now until the 17th December – click on the links at the bottom of the page to get your freebie!  Now, over to you, Victoria…

Proving Santa Exists

When Jonathan transfers from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?

* Includes the Full Seasonal Recipes for meals & snacks mentioned in the story.

Enjoy this super-hot excerpt

“How are you enjoying your Christmas so far?” I ask, the film credits fading into the background.

“It’s been amazing,” Jonathan enthuses as his eyes meet mine, then a serious shadow darkens their flame. “Christmas was never anything special when I was a kid. We never had a tree. The home said it cost too much and it was a fire hazard.”

I tut and shake my head.

“The highlight was the Santa. We knew he wasn’t real, just a man dressed as Santa. He’d bring each of us a toy. I got a little car one year. I still have it.”

“How come you knew it wasn’t the real Father Christmas?”

“Because we knew there was no real Santa. They told us so all the time. They told us not to get our hopes up because Santa didn’t exist and wouldn’t bring us what we wanted on Christmas Eve.”

“What?” I’m outraged. I feel my blood boiling with the harsh cruelty of it. “Santa does exist.”

“You don’t believe that, do you?” He shakes his head, his eyes wide.

“Yes, yes I do.” I nod my head emphatically. “Maybe not in the way a child does, but I heartily believe in the spirit of Father Christmas. I believe in the meaning behind the make-believe. My faith is in the giving, which is the true centre of the festive season—the heart of it all. It’s all about making life better for other people and, through that, enhancing your own life. Santa definitely exists.”

Suddenly, those lips are on mine again, and his arms wrap around me. I feel his cheek against my skin. I feel moisture there: the trail of a tear. I close my eyes and kiss back, giving. I give him the softest, gentlest kiss I can. I want him to feel cherished. My heart throbs in pain at the harshness he’s suffered in his life. I want to smooth over all those rough edges; I want him to see what I mean about Father Christmas existing.

I pull him closer to me. My arms wrap tighter around him, and I stroke his back to offer comfort. Our lips, in contrast, are joined lustfully. With every small move, I feel my heart beat harder and faster. I become dizzy with the speed at which the blood is whizzing around my body, making every inch of me zing with the created friction and heat. His body presses me back against the sofa arm, twisting my own beneath him.

His lips leave mine and kiss a fizzing trail of pleasure down my neck to my collar bone. His hands rise from their position on my hips to slide under my loose-fitting red jumper and up higher to cup my breasts. The shock of his cool hands through the thin, lacy gauze is deliciously arousing. I groan my appreciation as his fingers dig into the cups and ease out the masses of abundant tit-flesh beneath. Pushing the wool of my jumper up with the tops of his wrists, his lips leave the soft flesh at the hollow of my neck.

Moments later, after my jumper is completely removed, their warm wetness encompasses my nipple, sending even more intense ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him shift until he’s on his knees in front of me. One of my legs is still on the floor, the other is crossed in front of my pubis. I slip a hand between our bodies, running it under his shirt, feeling that soft, supple skin that I’ve only just glimpsed before. I follow the soft trail of hair down from his belly button to the top of his jeans. I feel more than hear the moan he emits from around my nipple as I pop open the brass button, then slide down the zipper.

I can’t believe I am being so forward, but as he doesn’t move to stop me, I yank his jeans and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs. My action emboldens him and he moves back, allowing me to spread my thighs around him. Jonathan strokes down to my legs and pulls up the full length of long, billowing skirt, his mouth still feasting on the white meat of my breasts. A hand of mine rubs through the wiry hair trailing down to his cock. When my flesh touches his, I melt. He’s hard and hot and very willing.

From 14th-17th Decembe you can download for FREE here:

Amazon.co.uk

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Amazon.com

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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.

 

Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk or follow and friend Victoria: http://twitter.com/victoriablisse http://facebook.com/victoriablisse

Sh! XXXmas Pleasure Hunt – Win Super Sexy Goodies!

PLEASE NOTE – THIS COMPETITION IS NOW CLOSED

Christmas is coming and it’s definitely time for fun and games!  And what could be better than an online treasure hunt?  No need to go outside in the freezing wind and rain – just surf from blog to blog hunting down treasure and you could win an amazing goody bag of prizes or some fantastic books from the authors taking part.

So for my post today, I want to really BIG UP the girlz over at Sh!  They do an amazing job and the shop over at Sh! is brilliant – if you haven’t dropped in yet, I would urge you to do so.  But if you live to far away, you still get your hands on all their naughty delights by ordering from the website.

And I want to thank the Sh! girlz for something else – thanks to them, I experienced one of those seminal moments that only happen once in a writer’s life.  I popped into the shop the other day and there, piled high on a table in the middle of the shop, was one of the anthologies I’m in.  That was the first time that I’d seen a print copy of one of my books, on display in a shop.   Boy, did my heart skip a beat with delight.

And the book?   It was Smut by the Sea – maybe a little unseasonal for this time of year, but actually what could be a better way of banishing the winter blues than reading about saucy sex on hot beaches?  And it would make a great Christmas present for someone special…

And remember to visit today’s partners in crime to get your other two clues:

Sommer Marsden

Janine Ashbless

Enjoy the rest of the treasure hunt – tomorrow you’ll need to visit these blogs for your clues:

Tabitha Rayne

Lily Harlem Erotic Romance

Kay Jaybee – Everyone Needs a Bedtime Story

And if you want to find out how to take part, all the details are on the Sh! blog…

Good luck to all who enter!

Tamsin

xxx