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10th Mar, 2013

Sunday Snog – Smut for Chocoholics, yummy!

Remember, we’ve joined forces with Sneak Peek Sunday. so make sure you go over and enjoy some sneak peeks too. Lots of sexy excerpts for you to enjoy throughout your day.

I’m not joining in the sneak peek today as I want to share a big, tasty chunk of chocolate with you. I’m sharing a snog from my latest release,Smut for Chocoholics which is edited by my darling husband, Kevin ‘Mitnik’ Blisse

Sensual, Sinful Chocolately Indulgence is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Kev “Mitnik” Blisse with assistance from Victoria Blisse.

Smut for Chocoholics is all about indulgence, taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s finest authors. Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

Smut for Chocoholics contains tales from Victoria Blisse, Giselle Renarde, Lexie Bay, Annabeth Leong, Lily Harlem, Violet Fields, Nicole Gestalt, Tamsin Flowers, Tenille Brown, Vanessa de Sade, Wendi Zwaduk and Lucy Felthouse

Smut for chocoholics

My Story in the anthology is called ‘The Chocolate Addict’ and is set in a cute little chocolate shop!

“Good afternoon, Maria,” His words overlap with the tinkling of the bell which announces the arrival of a new customer.

“Hello, Max, how’re you today?” My stomach is bubbling like freshly poured champagne but I try to keep my nervous anticipation under wraps.

“Very well, thank you, and you?” He pushes the door closed and walks towards me. I can feel the crisp coolness of the outside radiating from him.

“I’m great, thanks, it’s been a busy day. Chocolate has been flying out of the door, well, not literally, of course.”

“Of course,” he chuckles, “but I hope you’ve saved your best for me, Maria.” I swear I can hear a sexual promise in his words, but then I do in everything he says. I’m that horny.

“Of course,” I smile. “You’re wife is a lucky woman.”

“Why do you say that?”

Because I want to you tell me you’re not married, I thought then replied out loud,

“Because you buy her a dozen chocolates every Friday. I know that’d get you in my knickers for sure.”

He laughs, not quite the response I was hoping for. I flush deep red and start to regret my hasty words . “Oh Maria, I’m not married. These chocolates are for me and me only.”

“Really?” My regret evaporates and surprise leaps out of my reply.

He nods.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s an easy mistake to make.”

“We don’t get many men chocoholics in here, actually, I don’t think I can think of even one, well, other than your good self.” My cheeks are red and my lips are dry. When I look up Max is on the other side of the counter directly in front of me.

“I have always loved chocolate. My mum would buy me a bar every Friday and I would sit in my room, pick out a good book and enjoy the two together. A good book and chocolate is the second best combination there is.” “What is the first?”

“Chocolate and a good fuck.”

The erotic word so unexpected, so blatant and so harsh echoes on the air. I can’t make my mouth work, I just nod.

“There is nothing better than chocolate warmed on a lover’s body, licking sexy smears from her skin, sharing one little piece between our lips, sucking and licking the chocolate and each other, the it all just melting into to a hot, gentle, probing kiss.”

He’s leaning on the countertop, resting his elbow on the glass and his chin in his hand. I’m leaning towards him, his words must have pulled me forward, there is only an inch or two between us and he’s looking directly at my lips. I gulp. My mouth is dry, my mind empty, I am locked in his gaze, poised on the edge, waiting for him to make a move. In the end I’m not sure if I leaned over the counter first or if he did but our lips met. It was a soft, tentative greeting at first and once acquainted my lips pressed hard against his as lust ignited between my thighs and I just let my instincts take over.

My breasts sweep against the edge of the cold glass top, chilling me even through the thick cotton of my tabard and the shirt beneath. It’s only then I realise I am full on snogging a customer in my shop and anyone could walk in at any moment. Reluctantly I pull back.

“We can’t do that here,” I pant. “As much as I’d like to.” I add. I also notice that his lips went a deep shade of pink when kissed. A very attractive colour indeed, like the filling of my strawberry creams. I wanted to kiss them again to see if they would be as tasty and sweet.

“Indeed,” he replies, “what time do you shut?”

“Well, any time now, really,” I reply, “you’re usually my last customer of the day.”

“Well then, Maria. Will you package me up a dozen of your finest chocolates then accompany me to dinner?”

Smooch

Want more? Then you can pick up Smut for Chocoholics here.

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!

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