12th February 2017 - Sunday Snog - Leave a Comment

‘Hands and Knees, now.’ Tender Sunday Snog @talksmut #eroticstories #BDSM


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Last week I couldn’t give the real reason I was using ‘Suits You,Sir’ from Tender as the source of my Sunday Snog in case it gave the game away. This week I can. Did you see my First Time Flying Blog post? Well, the man I went to visit, my bestest friend, was the inspiration for this particular story. So now you know!  Here comes a second, hot kissing excerpt for you all to enjoy.

Blurb:

Victoria Blisse has collected together ten stories of bondage, dominance and pleasurable pain to celebrate ten years as a published author.

This diverse mixture of tiny, teasing tales filled with sexy doms and their dedicated submissives showcases her unique style and her favourite genre: BDSM.

Enjoy a lap dance, a naked suit fitting and a bit of floral bondage. Experience punishments with crops, canes, floggers, hands and even a spatula in locations as diverse as a locker room and at the bottom of the stairs. Discover the fun of ball gags, sherbet lemons, secret collars and tape measures. Be swept away by the lust of these alpha males and their treasured subs.

There is something for all tastes, with kinks in all flavours for you to sample. Feast on this anthology of decadent delights by the one and only Queen of Smut.

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Today’s snog comes from ‘Suit’s You, Sir’ a story about a chance meeting in a Gentleman’s outfitters that is a lot sexier than you might at first think!

I felt dizzy, not just from the desire shooting through me but from leaning my head back so I could kiss him. Clearly, being a gentleman, he realised this and took a quick look round. He saw the chair we leave for accompanying folk to sit on and walked purposefully over to it. He sat down and playfully patted his knee.  I giggled and sat down, the edge of my short skirt skimming his thigh, my warm buttocks making contact with his flesh where not covered by the thin cotton of my knickers.  The kissing continued on a far more equal standing. I ran my fingers through his hair, he pulled the clip from mine freeing the rebellious red curls that then cascaded down and settled with the ends bobbing gently around my shoulders.

Joe held me confidently, one hand on my hip, the other moulding my breasts then slipping down over my stomach to the edge of my skirt. Thank God for the invention of elastic as he insinuated his hand under my waistband and over the taut cotton of my underwear. His growl echoed my own as he gently outlined my plump lips through the rapidly dampening fabric. I felt him physically respond to this discovery, his cock nudging at my thigh through the layers of clothing between us.

“Get down on the floor,” he commanded in a voice that brooked no nonsense and made my heart flutter with anticipation. “Hands and knees, now.”

I followed his instructions, glad that Dad had gone for a luxurious pile carpet in the changing room and not the practical wood that was out front.  Joe followed me down and, knelt behind me and flipped up my skirt then carefully peeled down my knickers until they pooled at my knees.

“Fuck, yes.” He exclaimed, rubbing and squeezing each buttock then giving them a sharp tap that made me sway and catch my breath. I wanted him to carry on, to rouge my cheeks and make me scream but clearly he was more aware of our setting than I was and the fact Dad could return any moment. He shuffled forward, positioned himself around my legs and worked his hardness between my hot globes.

“I promise we’ll take it slower the next time,” he gasped as he pressed forward and his thick tip stretched me open, “but now I just need to fuck you.”

 

This story is dedicated to Flannel J Gary. My muse and my bestie. Thanks for everything!

To read more of this tale and 9 others pick up Tender from  Amazon for just 99p/99c.

Now check out all the other snogs today. Authors feel free to join in with your own snog on your own blogs but please link back to this post so we can share the snogging love!

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