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24th Mar, 2013

Sunday Snog -Smut Alfresco.

And today I’m sharing a snog from Smut Alfresco again, which I of course edited with my lovely Northern Bird Pal, Lucy Felthouse and it contains one of my short stories too. Not that I’d like to get up to any kind of Smutting Alfresco at the moment, it is bitterly cold here in the UK! However, thinking about warmer weather and opportunity to have fun in the sun right now is incredibly pleasant.

Sex in the great outdoors is the theme of this erotic anthology edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the dramatic gritstone escarpments of Derbyshire’s Peak District, to a quiet caravan site in deepest Wales, Smut Alfresco has it all. Whatever your interpretation of frisky outdoor fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

Sexy woodsmen, daring couples, rock stars, cougars, map enthusiasts, mattresses, ex-lovers, tour guides, hunky sheriffs and nature reserve rangers all appear in this hot collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Smut in the City contains tales from Violet Fields, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Kay Jaybee, Jacqueline Brocker, Tenille Brown, Wendi Zwaduk, Katey Red, Jenny Lyn, Tilly Hunter, Nicole Gestalt and Cass Peterson.

Smut Alfresco Sunday Snog

I’d love, love, love to tell you my story is set somewhere tropical but it isn’t. This is snog set in a cold and wet Welsh holiday camp but don’t let that deter you, it might not be set on a sunny day but it will be sure to heat you up in other ways! And this is an incredibly hot snog, so you’ve been warned!

“Hey,” I slid onto the bar stool closest to David. “My Gran sent me over here. I think she wants rid of me.”

“Your Gran’s quite the, erm, social butterfly isn’t she?” David responded, wiping a glass on a tea towel.

“You could say that,” I replied. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m brilliant actually, just about to go on a break, want to join me?”

I nodded eagerly.

“Meet me in the foyer.”

I leapt off that stool with the eagerness of a puppy and stalked towards the foyer with all the grace of a new born gazelle. Playing it cool isn’t a talent of mine.

“Come with me,” David grabbed my hand when he joined me and I let him lead. His touch heated me all over as I remembered our tryst from earlier in the day. He led me outside, the cold air welcoming after the stuffy heat of the hall.

“Oh, you take me to the nicest places,” I giggle. We’d ended up at the end of the campsite car park, the noise from inside a faint murmur through the wall.

“Only the best for you, madam,” David bowed stiffly and kissed the back of my hand. I couldn’t stop giggling. I felt light of head and heart for the first time in ages. He continued to kiss up my arm, over the sleeve of my party dress to the exposed flesh at my shoulder. He pressed kisses into the base of my neck, nibbled and kissed and elicited more groans than giggles from me as I wrapped my arms around him, holding tight so my knees wouldn’t give way beneath me at the assault of pleasurable sensations.

“I want you,” he whispered when his lips struck the bottom of my ear lobe, “I want to fuck you, I’m so hard for you.” I slid my hands down his sides and rested one on his hip as the other trailed over his crotch. He wasn’t lying. “Fuck me,” the words barely squeaked out under the heaviness of my passion, I repeated myself louder and more urgently. “Please fuck me.”

It wasn’t a fairy tale first time, least not a sanitary, flowers and chocolates one. It was scorching hot and real. I was taken hard by the hero of the piece and it certainly had a very happy ending. The cold, the bricks beneath my palms and scratching my breasts where my cleavage pressed hard against it only seemed to heighten the pleasure.

Someone could have seen us at any moment, we were in the shadows between the security lights but anyone passing would have seen us there and that added another layer of frisson of excitement. David had come prepared, he slid on a condom before pushing me up against the wall and lifting my skirt. He simply hiked my knickers to one side and pressed into me.

I was wet, there was no need for foreplay. I’d been wet since the first time he looked at me that night. Getting his cock inside me was all I’d thought about ever since. It felt divine to have him there.

Smooch

Want more? Then you can pick up Smut Alfresco here And there are tropical stories in there, ones with heat and sun and warm things. Ah, I know what I’m going to read today, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket with a hot water bottle (sexy image, huh?)

Authors, Feel free to add your snog to the list below. Just pick a kiss excerpt from one of your works (published or unpublished) that fits in with the theme and post it up on your blog. Use the Sunday Snog Banner and/or smooch bear, 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)

And don’t forget to check out Sneak Peek Sunday too, today, with lots of tiny little tasters that will leave you wanting more.

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