19th February 2012 - Sunday Snog - 5 Comments

Sunday Snog -Dirty Deeds!

Hello all, another Sunday and another snog. Today I’m taking a hot kiss (and much more) from my story Dirty Deeds which features in Uniform Behaviour, edited by Lucy Felthouse and contributer to Help For Heroes!

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The Blurb:

Do you get all weak-kneed at the sight of a grubby fireman or a hunky soldier? Perhaps immaculately-dressed waiting-on staff get you feeling frisky? If so, you’ve come to the right place. Uniform Behaviour contains sixteen smutty stories about firemen, soldiers, sailors, police, security guards and even waiters, priests and cleaners! Delve into this anthology and enjoy steamy stories from established erotica authors including Justine Elyot, Craig J Sorensen, Victoria Blisse, Shermaine Williams, Elizabeth Coldwell and Lucy Felthouse. Uniform Behaviour also proudly introduces some exciting debut authors. So remember, you saw them here first! As well as being written and compiled for your titillation, this anthology is also designed to do good. A portion of the proceeds from Uniform Behaviour will be donated to UK charity Help for Heroes, which helps those wounded in current conflict. The stories in this anthology have been hand-picked by a uniform aficionado, so you can rest assured that only the sexiest erotic fiction lies in this eBook.

The Snog!

“Well, now there’s a sight I wasn’t expecting to see.”

My eyes flew open with a start and there in the doorway was Mr Holloway.

“Oh, my, I’m sorry Mr Holloway, I am so, so sorry.”

“Hush, Emma dear, it’s okay.”

“It’s just I was cleaning up and I spilt your red wine all over my dress, none went on your carpet though and I had to take it off and wash it and…”

With every “and” I uttered he stepped closer and closer. I moved to stand but he forcefully shook his head.

“Stay there, don’t move.” His coat was thrown on the other end of the long, stylish sofa. “I have dreamed of this so many times, Emma, don’t spoil my fantasy.”

He stood in front of me and I couldn’t pull my gaze away from his. His cold, cool eyes burned with something dangerous and exciting. He lowered himself to the seat beside me then reached out and ran a hand down my naked arm. I shivered. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured then leant in to kiss me. The moment his lips impacted on mine I exploded inside. My mind was a whir of questions but my body ignored them and responded singularly to the heat in his kiss and then as abruptly as it started his lips were snatched from mine.

“Emma,” he snapped, “as beautiful as you are you should not be masturbating on my time. I do not pay you to sit around my living room wanking.”

“No, Sir, I know, Sir,” I babbled, “I don’t know what came over me and I’ll just go and see if my dress is okay to go in the dryer and I’ll keep out of your way…”

“Emma, shut up,” he snapped and I obeyed, “you’re not going anywhere until you accept your punishment for being so naughty.”

“Okay,” I replied, so confused. This man had just kissed me, now he was angry. “You should dock my wages.”

“I might just do that too, but first, I want you lying over my lap. I’m going to spank you.” “Spank me?”

“Yes and the longer it takes for you to shut up and bend over my knee the longer I will spank you for.” A glimmer of understanding broke through the tumult of fear and confusion. I moved towards him then lowered myself over his lap.

“That’s better.” He stroked a hand down over my tabard, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He flipped the thick material up and revealed my arse and the black lace of my underwear. “I have to say though, you’ve never worn such pretty underwear in my fantasies.”

He slipped the lace over my bottom and pushed the knickers down to my knees. I was bare and exposed and my cheeks were hot with embarrassment but arousal coursed through my veins.

He touched me gently at first, his big, soft hand with the thin, purposeful fingers stroked over my flesh and I relaxed beneath them, but then he struck. I yelped as hand cracked down on butt and shook with every impact. It hurt but the stinging tunnelled through me and turned into a slow burn of pleasure. I was getting off on his punishment and I could feel the evidence that he was enjoying it too pressed into my ribs to the side of me.

“Don’t do that again,” he said, emphasising each word with a spank, “you will not masturbate without my permission in future, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I yelped, desperate for something more than slaps.

“Good girl,” he purred and rubbed his hand over my naked arse, “now get back in that seat and show me what you were doing.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied again, eager to please him and equally as eager to release the built up tension inside me. I lifted myself off his lap and sat back down, gingerly, on the soft sofa. The stinging warmth of his smacks burnt still as I settled myself down and opened my thighs. My knickers fell to the floor in a heap as I moved. I lifted the front flap of my tabard and slid my fingers into my slit. I heard him hiss as I opened myself further to slip a finger inside myself and when I pulled it out it was covered in my juices. As I rubbed my own, personal lube over my clit Jake scrambled to the floor and pushed the coffee table back out of the way. He knelt there between my thighs as I wanked.

Suddenly I felt like the one in control. He was mesmerised by my every movement and I played up to that. I revelled in the heat of his stare. I was lost in my desire and no longer did I feel the embarrassment and guilt of being caught in the act. All I wanted was satisfaction.

For more Uniform high jinks and the rest of my story check out Uniform Behaviour!

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5 responses to “Sunday Snog -Dirty Deeds!”

  1. Love the excerpt Victoria! And thanks for allowing me to take part!

    Lavinia

  2. What a great way to give back to all the real heroes in uniform — not to mention what a smokin’ excerpt, Victoria!

    Maria-Claire

  3. It’s been awhile! I was inspired this morning by a kiss from my honey, so here is my snog.

  4. Cherie Noel says:

    Hey, Victoria, no worries. Love your snog, and have posted a link to your site. I’m at http://talesfromthewritingcave and today’s snog is another from my upcoming Silver Publishing release, Tian’s Hero.

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