8th July 2012 - Sunday Snog - 3 Comments

A Furry Sunday Snog.


Moon Shy is an erotic romance tale with a werewolf twist. It was my first story using a fantastical character and I love it. So today I’m sharing a kiss with a bit of extra bite. Awoooo.

Lowell is a werewolf. Desdemona is a werewolf. That is where the similarities end.

Desdemona takes great joy in the full moon. She maims and kills with enthusiasm and wishes she could be a werewolf every day. Lowell hates what he is. He wishes that the full moon would only come around once in a million years.

Jenny is a sweet girl who often acts before she thinks, especially when a man is involved. She finds herself between these two werewolves. She loves Lowell, he was her school crush way back when. Desdemona is her superior and makes her working life a misery.

But which werewolf will have Jenny in the end? Will Desdemona succeed in killing her during the full moon, or will Lowell be able to keep her safe and in the dark about his horrific secret? It comes down to a fight between two werewolves, one Moon lover and one Moon Shy. Who will win?

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Nothing mattered, then, nothing but her soft, warm hand under his and her lips. Everything else was forgotten. The film played to itself, the partially cleared spillage was left to penetrate the white paper towels as Jenny and Lowell kissed.

At work, the kisses were short and snatched, lip against lip, but the rest of their bodies had tended to stay parted. Not so, here. They were pressed hard against each other. Lowell could feel the warm smoothness of her breasts pushing into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her to steady himself as the kiss ripped through his body.

Her hands were on his back. He could feel their heat radiating into his flesh through the thin material of his shirt. As their mouths duelled and danced, Jenny gave under the weight. Lowell was above her on the sofa, his body pushed down onto her. Her legs had split around him as he and Jenny arranged themselves comfortably, and he was pressing into her. He could feel his hardness against her soft stomach.

“What are we doing?” he asked between kisses.

“I think we’re making out,” she replied. “I want you, Lowell.”

It was the most arousing thing she could have said. Lowell smiled and dragged his lips down her cheek and chin to press delicately against her neck. She mewled. It was the hottest sound he had ever heard, so he kissed again in the same spot and was rewarded with a gasp and a groan and a tightening of her hands on his back. He kissed down from her neck and over the skin of her chest. He scattered kisses all over the V opening of the front of her blouse, then, with shaking fingers, he undid first one button then another.

His lips followed seconds later and kissed the warm, scented curve that presented itself. He could see and feel her chest undulating from his attention, and he became immersed in her scent and hypnotised by the beating of her heart.

He was aroused to a level he’d never felt before, and he didn’t know if it had anything to do with his new, wolfish senses or not. He had not even kissed a girl before Jenny since he had changed, but he knew he’d never reacted this strongly to any woman ever before.

He finished off the buttons of her blouse with fumbling fingers as he moved kisses up and down her neck and cleavage. When his hands were freed, they moved down to her waist and skimmed over her hips, feeling her sensible, knee-length work skirt rumpled up high.

Her skin was so soft and warm, he just wanted to seek out more of it, and his touch ran across her thighs, squeezing and stroking and enjoying the heat of her body against his.

She had gotten her hands between them, and as he teased her with his hot, shaking fingers, she was undoing the buttons on his shirt. Their naked chests pressed together, and their lips met once again as Lowell traced a path from outer to inner thigh with his fingertips.

His heart beat harder, and he felt as if it might just burst from his chest as he traced the skin of her inner thigh and skimmed across to the thin, damp material of her knickers.

Do you want more from Lowell and Jenny? Check out Moon Shy.

Now, Authors, Feel free to add your snog to the list below. Just pick a kiss excerpt from one of your works (published or unpublished) and post it up on your blog. Use the Sunday Snog Banner, link back to this post then when you’ve posted it pop back here and add your URL to the list. It’s as simple as that! If you need any help at all please feel free to contact me victoria @ victoria blisse .co. uk (no spaces)

I hope you enjoy all your snogs today, check back regularly to see if more have been added!

3 responses to “A Furry Sunday Snog.”

  1. You do such a good job with innocence corrupted, Victoria!!

  2. Jen Wright says:

    You definitely had me at ‘her legs had split around him’. Yummy!
    This was a lot of fun and I can’t wait till next Sunday:)
    Jen

  3. Victoria Blisse says:

    Lisabet -What can I say to that? *grins* Thanks!

    Jen -Glad you enjoyed it. I can’t wait for the next snog :)

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