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Sneak Peek -Travel Delight.
Travel Delight is a new short story from me and is due to be released in October. You will be able to get hold of it from Total-E-Bound but for now here is the blurb and a hot little excerpt to whet your appetite.
One Hot Summer’s day he became her Travel Delight.
When Janet met Guy her whole corporate and predictable world crumbled. The exciting young American whisked her away on a summer holiday that she would never forget, an expedition to find her sexual self.
They started in York where they discovered the delights of the Minster and their exhibitionist lusts. In London they visited the Queen and found the secret delights hidden in the Shadows of Hyde Park. And in Paris, the City of Lovers, Janet made the most important decision of her life. Should she stay with Guy and discover more of her adventurous nature or should she return to the career she had worked so hard to build?
The most important decisions in life are always the most difficult to make.
Here’s an excerpt:
“So, what changed your mind?” He asked and slipped into the seat beside her, trapping Janet between the window and his lithe body.
“I need an adventure.” She replied, “And you made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
“Yeah, I do that.” He laughed and Janet noted the redness of his cheek as he did and this sign of softness melted her heart.“Did you enjoy Manchester?” She asked him as she settled into the journey.
“Sure, it was a cool town and I met this gorgeous woman, too.”“Oh yeah,” Janet laughed, her smile lighting her eyes, “What was she like?”
“Well,” he leaned in close,” between you and me, she was hot. I totally wanted to fuck her.”“Oh,” she was flustered by the audacity of the revelation and his mouth so close to her skin.
She didn’t have much experience with men, but she was pretty sure that Guy and his direct approach was unusual. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. This was utter madness, yet her heart wasn’t beating faster with fear, it was arousal that it pumped around her body.Even through the icy blasts of air conditioning the sunlight through the window warmed her skin as the urban streets and buildings began to melt away and craggy hills and green fields dominated the view.
“The view is amazing.” Guy’s voice broke into her thoughts and she looked from the window towards him. It became apparent that he had been looking at her, not the view out of the window and as their gazes met and melded, Janet’s arousal took over her body and she pressed her lips to his.
They were hot and hard but they gave way like soft butter as the pressure from her lips built. His hand cupped her face, gently holding her in place, subtly taking charge. Their lips parted for a moment and she drew breath, a moment of panic hitting as her sensible side exerted itself. She had just kissed a stranger, and passionately at that. But before she could pull away from his touch or think things out further his lips had captured hers again and his tongue was begging entrance to her mouth.
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Curvaceous Taster.
Today’s excerpt comes from one of the 5 stories contained in Curvaceous, my print anthology.
Naughty Rendezvous is available in ebook but the version in Curvaceous has a whole new sexy scene in it.
“So damn hot,” he groans, nipping at my ear and down my neck into my cleavage. As he nibbles on my breasts, my arms loosen and fall down to the bed beside me. My body flows like hot butter and I surrender to the melting heat of his kisses.He must have been waiting for my arms to slacken. As soon as they hit the bed, he shifts his weight and grasps one, pulling it above my head. Swaying the other way, he captures that arm, pulling it above my head also.
“Leave these hands here,” he orders, looking down on me with the most delightfully lustful gaze. “Or will I have to tie them there?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, once more playing the game, the nervous excitement screwing up inside my stomach, the anticipation making me light-headed.
His lips return to my neck, my cleavage and lower down onto my stomach. I’m so exposed as he rolls the duvet down behind him. With my arms stretched above my head, I am displaying every curve of my body to his sight.
“Gorgeous,” he growls as his nose nudges the curls at my crotch, then lower, trailing through the dew-covered down until he reaches the soft, ample folds of my eager pussy. He nudges my thighs wider with his shoulders, and I happily spread them for him. My arms above my head makes me feel as if I am surrendering to him, giving over everything I have for his pleasure.
I groan my frustration as his lips leave their promising trail and he sits back on his heels. I sense his eyes tracing over every inch of me. Feeling shame, I can’t help but drop my arms across my chest even though his caressing gaze is exciting me.
“I warned you,” he tuts as he slips off the bed and pulls the belt from his pants. All kinds of images flash before my mind’s eye as he strides across to me, his hard cock straining between his thighs. Relief floods me as he pulls my arms above my head and tightens his belt around them, just till the leather bites slightly into my skin, but not tight enough to cause me any real discomfort.
“Now, naughty girl, if those hands get in the way of my viewing pleasure again, I will be forced to take stronger action, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, my heart thumping in my chest.
“Good. I want to see you, to drink you in. I’ve imagined your body naked so many times and now I have the opportunity to see it, I don’t want to miss a single detail.”
His words soothe and arouse me. A little burn of embarrassment remains in me as he climbs between my thighs and views my body once again but mostly I feel lust. I long for more than just his gaze on my body, and as if he heard my unspoken plea, his hands reach down and stroke down the outside of my thighs, sweeping down to my knees. He raises my legs, with both hands at first, then as he moves to the side, he slides both knees over one arm and folds them back towards my chest.
I begin to panic as I picture my large arse on display, everything between my thighs displayed lewdly before him.
“Joe!” I yell, and he turns his head to look me straight in the eye. All protests melt away as I see the lust, the want and the burning desire imprinted in those eyes. There’s no disgust, no disappointment or any other negative emotion that I had feared.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“No,” I whisper.
“Pardon?”
“No, Sir,” I reply, again giving him permission to continue the game.
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Sweet Surrender Taster.
Today, I wish I were back in Sunny Scarborough on my holiday instead of in grey Manchester and going for yet another hospital appointment.I feel like I live there at the moment, I have thyroid problems, finally last week they decided they’re going to remove it, so now, more appointments, woo hoo.
So, todays excerpt is from Sweet Surrender, my erotic Scarborough holiday romance short story.
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Sweet Surrender is the story of Helen’s holiday. She’s just broken up with her boyfriend and finds herself in the sunny, bustling Scarborough surrounded by Love Birds and just as she’s about to give up and go home she meets Tom. Tom is a confident photographer who offers to take her on the tour of the town but by taking the tour Helen discovers more about herself and her personality than about the sweet, seaside town.
Here’s the HOT excerpt:
He lifted his head and their lips were once again united. She was surprised by the domination of that kiss. Considering their positions, she should be in charge and in command but no, even in this prone position he was boss. “You’re beautiful, Helen. Your skin is so pleasantly pale, your pussy so pink, plump and damp. Yes, I saw how much you were turned on, you naughty girl. You like exposing yourself, don’t you?”
She couldn’t answer; his gaze stung. He looked up at her flushed face and as much as she wanted to scream Yes, the words wouldn’t leave her mouth. Before she could act or speak, he shifted his weight, throwing her down on the grass beside him. In seconds he had her pinned,, her skirt trapped around her waist as he ground his erection against her uncovered pubis.
“You like this, don’t you?” He asked again before capturing her lips for a kiss, if such a rough, dominant action could be classed as such. Again, he asked. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered as his lips slipped to her neck and his teeth began to nibble the sensitive flesh there.
“Yes,” she said, as his hands slid up and down her sides, lifting the dress higher, so she could feel his rough jeans chaffing her thighs and stomach, his erection straining to be released.
His weight shifted again and she was left exposed. He was kneeling between her spread legs, baring his camera.
Her hands darted for her tucked up dress.
“Don’t,” he commanded and as her fingers gripped the material he growled. “Please.” She let her grip loosen, nervously looking to her left and to her right. There was no sign of anyone else in the vicinity.
“You’re gorgeous,” he crooned. “Lift the dress higher.” Helen paused for a moment, her cheeks red, her nostrils flared. Her body was wound up with sexual tension but something deep in her mind screamed No! Her conscience was muttering about her reputation, about her vulnerability, about her being a grown woman. However, Helen chose to ignore that voice. She slowly lifted the dress higher, exposing the bottom cups of her red bra.
* * * *
“Stunning,” Tom gasped. His knuckles protruded as he held his camera tight to stop his hands from shaking. She kept surprising him, taking him off guard. Helen was a sexual beast caged up by propriety, rules and decency. Now that those bars were being slowly removed, she was blossoming.
“Let’s see those pretty tits.” He groaned, clicking the camera as she ran her hands over her breasts, easing down the cups and scrunching them up beneath her abundant boobs. She was sex personified; she bumped up her hips and gripped her flesh. Tom moved closer, his eye fixed to his camera.
“Beautiful, so beautiful,” he whispered as her fingers traced the outline of her large areolas. Deep peach on a background of dairy cream, the nipple was like a luscious raspberry, crying to be licked and bit. He controlled himself, not knowing her limit, suspecting he had already pushed her past it.
Her eyes were closed, and her mouth pursed into a kissable pout as her hands roamed from her breasts, over the verdant hillock of her stomach to the valley and river between her thighs. As she pressed her fingers through the curly reeds, he gasped and held his breath, daring to imagine that she would delve deeper, taking her fingers to paddle in the damp shallows of her wet slit.
He was kneeling and zooming in on her fingers as they pulled and pushed at the soft, pliable flesh and teased the hard rock of her clit, exploring her femininity. He could hear every breath, almost feel it like the breeze as it caressed his cheek. She panted and groaned, her pleasure slowly spiraling higher and higher. His cock was uncomfortable in his jeans, and he took one hand off the camera and reached down to his groin to rub the length of his straining manhood.
So escape to sensual Scarborough today.
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Sexier Side of the Hill Taster.
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It’s even hotter on the Sexier Side of the Hill…
Michelle has just graduated from university and is embarking on a new career as a doctor. She’s going to have a big 40th birthday party to prove to her younger uni pals that she isn’t over the hill, and on a booze cruise to France she has a sexy adventure with two hot bi guys.
But this is just the start, as her ex-boyfriend, Darren, shows up at her party, walking in on a very hot threesome. But will he turn around and walk out or stay to join in?
“Don’t be embarrassed, madam.” Paul nodded. “We’re good at what we do. I’m sure no one else would have noticed.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and casually rested a thick hand on my breast as his friend eased down my zip and slipped his fingers inside.
“Oh, yes her knickers are soaked,” Simon reported. He looked straight past me to Paul, and I felt a strange thrill at being examined like a car or a piece of meat.
“Let me check.” Paul’s voice quavered and let me know they weren’t as detached as they attempted to appear. His fingers replaced his friend’s. They felt stubbier and rougher as they were forced between my pussy’s lips, pressing the damp material between my sensitised folds. The seagulls above us cried out with lusty abandon. I wished I could too but I was in public again. Although it seemed no one else was braving the wind, someone could walk past at any moment.
“I need to find the source of the leak and deal with it,” he explained.
“And I need to help,” Simon added as his fingers snaked under the black material, too. I stretched my thighs as their fingers fought and sought, arousing me as they groped and grabbed, squeezed and stroked. “I’ve found it,” Paul gasped. His finger slipped between my slick lips and sunk into my clutching hole.
Simon’s finger that had rested on my clit now slipped up and down, and I stifled a moan of erotic joy. Two different hands manipulated me, two bodies crushed against mine and two gorgeous men went all out to make me come. I felt like a princess.
It was difficult not to scream with pleasure. I buried my face in Simon’s shoulder and held on to Paul’s T-shirt as they coaxed an orgasm from me. The cold wind whipped past my cheek as my warm juices coated their fingers, and I bit into the soft flesh of Simon’s neck to stop the noise bursting forth from my lips.
“Sorry,” I apologised as a wave of contentment lapped over me.
“No need to apologise,” he replied. He kissed my cheek and the intimacy made my cunt tremor again.
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Seasons of Blisse Taster.
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There’s fumbling and frolicking in the daffodils, summer sex on show, spooky Halloween dress up and warm, winter snuggles all written by Victoria Blisse and contained in one hot volume. Seasons of Blisse contains sexy stories from every season to whet your appetite come rain or shine.
There is 52k worth of Blisseful, hot stories in Seasons of Blisse for you to dip into any time you like. If it’s hot and your sick of melting you can look up a chilly winters tale, if you’re freezing cold and dreaming of the sun, look up a hot summers sizzler. Whatever you fancy you’ll find a story in here to match your mood and they do say a little bit of what you fancy does you good.
Here is a hot Excerpt from Sunny, Summer Sex.
“Morning, gorgeous. Someone got me all sweaty last night.” I grin as he turns over and looks all innocent. “So I’m going for a shower.”
“Sounds great.” Mike grins, a cheeky twinkle in his light eyes. “I need a shower too, can I join you?”
“Sure. I’m all for saving water.”
As I walk to the bathroom I feel his hand squeezing my buttock,
“You’re definitely an ass man,” I say, smiling.
“Not really. I just like touching you, anywhere.” His fingers stroke up and down my back as I smile at the compliment.
Quickly, I turn and wrap an arm around his shoulder, kissing him ruthlessly whilst fondling his erection with my other hand.
“I’m quite a fan of touching you, too.”
Giggling, I skip to the bathroom. The echo of his soft groan makes my pussy ache. Reaching over to switch on the shower, I feel his cock pressing against my buttocks, his hands on my hips. Leaving the shower to run a moment, I pull back, twirl around and place a kiss upon the end of Mike’s nose. Even crinkling his nose like a cute bunny makes him look sexy. I giggle, hop under the warm water jets and groan my appreciation.
“Hey, let me in on the action.” Mike steps into the glass booth and squeezes in next to me, his hands grasping my hips, pulling me close.
“Ouch!” The metallic thump echoes and Mike mumbles something under his breath as he lifts the shower head to accommodate his tall frame.
“Sorry.” I say, rubbing my hands through his hair, running my fingers down his cheek and to his chest.
“You will be.” he replies, grabbing my hips and spinning me round. My hands come up as I stumble, and I brace myself against the wall. The synthetic rain of the shower beats down my shoulders and runs down the sides of my breasts in rivulets, pooling at the base of my spine.
His hand slaps down on my butt. It takes me by surprise and stings a little as another strike lands on my other buttock. I hear him moving, then feel his lips on my tingling flesh. They cover my arse, butterfly kiss by butterfly kiss. Fingers part my flesh and I lean forward, my breasts pressing against the cold wall. I gasp and my nipples tighten. Mike’s cool fingers pry me open as the water runs down between my cheeks and flows between my plump lips, tickling sensually. His tongue slips between those exposed lips. Moaning, I grind back on his face, feeling his long, lithe tongue flicking forward, lapping at my clit.
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Hitting the Hotspot -Holiday Postcards.
Hiya, today is my day at the Hitting the Hot Spot, Total-E-Bound blog and today I am talking about the fun I had on my holiday. So come on over and check it out:
Also, here I’m going to leave you a hot excerpt from my latest release ‘Making it Real’
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I was sure it was a dream, but I never wanted to wake up. I scrambled further back onto the bed and lifted my torso as he pulled up the material of my top. I was quite thankful that the light was off. Even though I was lost in the lust, I remembered the kind of girl Will liked and knew I was not that kind of girl. Will pulled the cold clammy material over my head and I lunged to take off his pullover. I ran my hands up the hardness of his ribs and chest and rolled it off over his head.
He was above me and our lips joined as I let my hands explore the hardness of his back. He was warm and taut and I loved running my hands all over him, just like I had fantasized a million times or more. His lips slipped lower and lower. Chin, neck, shoulder blade, down beside the strap of my bra, lower onto the meat of my breast before he buried himself in my cleavage. His fingers were warm from their explorations of my body. They ripped down the straps of my bra, one side and then the other. He folded down the cups and my breasts gently slipped to the side, parting in the middle. I held my breath, scared that he would be repulsed by my less than pert breast but he kissed right between them. I felt the growl that emitted from between his lips before I heard it. He slipped over the side of one breast, up until he found the nipple. He keened with joy as he took it between his teeth. He gently pulled on it as his lips engulf its puckered hardness and my fears melted away.
I mewled, pushed up and forced more of my pleasure-tortured breast into his mouth. He left that one with a pop and moved to the other. He nibbled and sucked the flesh there as the abandoned breast prickled and cooled in erotic contrast. As his lips slipped down off my beasts to my rounded stomach, I began to feel self-conscious again, but his growls and moans eased my worries. His hands moved to my hips and tugged down on the waistband. He captured my knickers at the same time as my skirt. Lower and lower he pulled. His lips ran all over my stomach, then left my flesh completely as he concentrated on pulling my skirt and knickers away from my body.
Look out for a new Hot quote from one of my books tomorrow and then every day next week as I get ready for the release of Lyrical at the beginning of September.
