22nd December 2013 - Blissemas, Sunday Snog - Leave a Comment

Sunday Snog & Blissemas Winner.

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First of all the news we’re all waiting for! The Blissemas Pick a Prize winner is… J Bur!

Congratulations!

And now, lets get snogging. And as it’s so close to Christmas it’s got to be a Blisse Christmas Collection Kiss!

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Today’s is a Sleigh Ride snog, with extra heat!

A collection of sweet,sensual and hot stories from the queen of festivities, Victoria Blisse. A sexy indulgence for you to enjoy this yuletide with all the sights, scents and tastes of Christmas without the calories and hard work. Snuggle up and relax into stories of sleigh rides, snowy interludes and Christmas couplings. A truly festive treat just for you.

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Snuggled up beside my husband under soft furs as gentle white flakes flurry around, I feel as if all my Christmases have come at once. It’s not every year you win the lottery. It’s not very year you get to take your whole family to Lapland.

Even better, the daughter is residing happily with the grandparents, great grandparents and aunties and uncles. Daddy and I have hours and hours of sexy snow time to enjoy. Oh yeah, there are advantages to bringing your whole family away on holiday, even the mother-in-law.

“Yah, yah, yah!” Father Christmas (well he looks like Father Christmas) cries and the reindeer begin to move, pulling the sleigh smoothly behind through the soft, silken snow. I snuggle closer to Jim and squeal excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

Jim smiles at me and gently kisses my lips. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him harder, enjoying the wind whipping past my cheeks. His hands wander (as always) and I feel the soft pressure against my breasts beneath the thick snow coat I wear to protect me from the extreme cold. Brits all think they understand cold. It’s not ’til you get to somewhere like Lapland that you realize how mild the weather in Britain actually is.

“In this cold, you’re even hotter,” he whispers when our lips break. I squeeze his thigh under the furs and he moans appreciatively.

“So are you, sweetie.” I smile and slide my hand up his thigh ’til I reach the fastening of his trousers. I slip off my glove and then gently slide down the zip of his pants.

Pick A Blisse Christmas Collection up if you want more seasonal snogs and sexy shenanigans!

Authors! I’d love you to join in with your own snog! Simply post up a kissing excerpt of your choosing (it needn’t be lip to lip, use your imagination!)on your own blog, link back to this post and use the Sunday Snog banner too if you’d like. Once you’re post is up come back here and enter your details in the form below. It’s that simple.

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