First, the blurb:
Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride.
Includes a bonus short story ‘Damsel in Distress’ and excerpts from other ebooks by the award winning queen of rosy, raunchy and rubenesque erotic romance, Victoria Blisse.
On to the snog from “Mud is good, wetter is better.” I thought I’d stick to the Outdoor theme as it’s August Alfresco Month!
“I guess we’re stuck here.” I sighed and clambered back to my sleeping bag beside him.
“Yep,” Rob nodded. “Sorry, Lou. I really thought this would be a lovely holiday to remember.”
“Well, we’ll certainly remember it,” I stroked his cheek, “and I’m sure it would have been seriously romantic if the British weather had behaved.”
“Should have known it’d rain. It is a bank holiday after all.”
“Precisely,” I kissed him gently on the lips, “but then God blessed you with brilliant good looks, he couldn’t fit in the brains.”
“Oy,” he yelled and pushed me onto my back. I collapsed in a fit of giggles as he mercilessly tickled my ribs and kissed my neck, “take that back.”
“Okay, okay, okay,” I giggled, “I surrender, you win!”
“Good.” He cooed, “because I really want to fuck you now.”
I love it when he’s so forthright.
As the wind whistled and the canvas flapped and creaked he stripped me of my anorak and the layers of clothing beneath. While the rain battered the sides of our tent, sounding like a rock fall of some huge proportion, he stripped me out of my trousers. We rolled under the picnic blanket, used more for warmth not its original purpose all weekend. And Rob settled himself between my thighs, his trousers kicked off, his t-shirt discarded.
Rob was right. There were thunder and lightning flashes which illuminated the tent with their brightness. I didn’t care though as the storm raged around us. We may have only been separated from it by a few poles and a waterproof sheet but I was too busy wrapping my legs around Rob and pulling him deeper into me. His cock is hard, thick and satisfying and he always rubs me just the way I like. Our breath mingled when we fucked. The scent of hot man blended with squashed grass and my own light, feminine scent created a perfume I would always remember.
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And lastly, make sure you join in all month with August Alfresco, ‘cos there’s awesome stuff to be won!