3rd June 2012 - Sunday Snog - 1 Comment

Sunday Snog with Secret Thrills!

There are lots of thrills secret and not so secret in my latest release from House of Erotica. Lucy Felthouse and I snuggle up together under the covers of Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills a mini anthology that will have you wanting more. I’m going to take my Sunday Snog from Carnal Praise.

House of Erotica brings you a collection of sexy rubenesque short stories, sensually written by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse. This range of exciting stories will leave you desperately wanting to read on…

Stories include:-

Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills

When Lorella’s boyfriend Chris suggests that she’d look sexy in a corset, she finds the mere thought hilarious. A big girl like her would look ridiculous in such a thing! But as she’s always up for trying something new, she hits the online shops. When her new corset arrives, Lorella can’t wait to try it on and see how she looks, ready to surprise Chris when he gets home. But when she does, she gets a thrilling surprise of her own.

Miri on the Wall

Callum’s a prolific artist, with many beautiful models on his books. But there’s only one that stands out for him – Miri. He’s never had the courage to do anything about his feelings, though. When a client commissions a nude painting of a rubenesque woman, Callum has a dilemma. Miri is the only suitable model – but will she agree to the project? And how will Callum cope with the object of his love and lust being completely naked in front of him?

Down Amongst the Daffodils

Rachel bumps into an old crush from school, Stephen, who’s now a gardener at a local park. They get down and dirty in the grass besides the bright yellow daffodils…

Carnal Praise

The Bishop is visiting and Caroline is practising her solo when her husband stops accompaning her on the piano and initiates a far more carnal kind of praise.

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She watched as he rolled the zip down her chest, the red peeling away to reveal her pale skin beneath. She was just beginning to flush pink, a tell tale sign of her arousal. His lips kissed everywhere, down into the depths of her cleavage they roamed and her nipples strained in their eagerness to becaressed. They got the lightest brushing through the confinements of her white lace bra and she let out a moan of frustration.

“No more of that,” he said with an uneven tone, Caroline sighed with relief even though her body still sang with arousal but he continued, “I need more and as you keep telling me, time is short.”

He dropped to his knees and before Caroline registered what he was doing her choir skirts were rumpled up and he was beneath them. She took a step back and bumped into the piano with a thud. He followed her and she felt his cool fingers on her thighs, pushing them apart.

“No,” she gasped, parting her thighs anyway, “the Bishop will be here any moment.”

She got no response. She gazed along the centre aisle of the church towards the thick wooden doors at the far end. They were closed but she knew at any moment someone, possibly the Bishop and his entourage could open them and walk in.

And what would they see? Caroline with her choir robe open to the waist and her lace covered breasts exposed to the chill, sacred air of the church building. They may make out a rustling in her robe, but it was so voluminous and Tony was so slight, she wasn’t sure they would know that her husband was inside, tracing his hands up her inner thighs, feeling the dampness of her arousal and smelling it.

She was scared, it was true, she was petrified someone would walk in but she was also incredibly turned on. She yelped as Tony’s tongue slid across her wet under lips and moaned with delight as it buried between and lapped up the sticky nectar that covered her open slit. Her husband ate pussy with no delicacy or elegance. His hands were pressed into her ample buttocks, squeezing them as his mouth consumed her. His tongue was everywhere, flicking inside of her, then lapping over her excited clit and his lips undulated over her, adding an extra layer of delight. She was being devoured. Tony was eating her as if he’d never tasted her before and might never taste her again and she loved it.

She threw her head back and groaned. The sound echoed around the empty stone walls and reflected back to her, it was as if she were hearing someone else moaning and gasping and cursing in sexual frenzy, not herself. She felt wanton, she felt slightly wicked and she knew she would soon come if he kept up his frenzied attack on her cunt.

“Fuck!” she cried out and the musty air of the church vibrated with the obscenity.

Appropriate for a Sunday don’t you think?

You can pick up Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills from:

All Romance Ebooks
Amazon.co.uk
Amazon.com

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.

One response to “Sunday Snog with Secret Thrills!”

  1. Sex in a church! Victoria, you get naughtier every time I read one of your excerpts!

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