13th Dec 2011

The 13th day of Blissemas with Lucy Felthouse!

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It’s Blissemas! Can you believe we’re over half way through the Blissemas season now? It’s going by so quickly! Keep reading, keep commenting and remember you could win the lovely Blissemas kindle!

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Today’s Blissemas elf is the very sweet and the very Northern Lucy Felthouse! And in true Northern style she’s talking about cold weather. We get alot of that up ‘ere in them there ‘ills I can tell you!

So pop over to her blog and read all about her winter wonderland then be sure to comment because not only is the kindle up for grabs the lovely Lucy is giving away a copy of Immoral Views too!

And don’t forget to check out blissemas.co.uk for yet another prize! Oh, we’re good too you! Check out what Mr Blissemas (If I’m Santa Blissemas does that make my husband Mother Blissemas?) has fished out of the sack of goodies for you today!

12th Dec 2011

The 12th day of Blissemas Book Launch!

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Hello folks it’s me again for the Blissemas blog today because I’ve got a new book release yaaaaay!

Yoyu might have gathered by now that I love Christmas. I am the kind of person who loves carols and Christmas music and Christmas films too. I really revel in the season and so I always like to have a festive book or two available in December and so this tends to lead me to writing them back sometime in the middle of the summer!

In Charles Dicken’s A Christmas Carol Scrooge promises to Keep Christmas in his heart all year through. In one of my favourite festive films they even sing about it!

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It is the season of the heart
A special time of caring
The ways of love made clear
It is the season of the spirit
The message if we hear it
Is make it last all year

I hope in some way I manage to capture this magic all year round Christmas love in my latest story Always Christmas in Lincoln.

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It isn’t really always Christmas in Lincoln but when Felicity gets her man it feels like it.

Felicity hates Christmas. It reminds her of a traumatic event from her childhood. She thinks the Permanent Christmas shop is tacky, with its windows full of trees and tinsel all year round and would rather it disappeared from her picturesque home town.

When she discovers that Carl, who she lusts over every time she sees him in the tea rooms, is in fact the owner of Ho, Ho, Ho! She’s not quite sure what to think. It takes a sexy meeting in the middle of a fake winter wonderland to make her realise the advantages of Christmas in the middle of summer.

As time passes, Carl and Felicity indulge in more sexy liaisons but as Christmas approaches Felicity doubts whether she is anything more than a sensual distraction for the festive shop owner and when her handsome ex, Sean, sweeps into town on a quest to win her back she finds she has a tough decision to make.

Can Carl and his Christmas cheer win over her hardened heart?

Here’s an exciting excerpt from the story for you to enjoy, I hope it puts you in the mood for Christmas! Just to set the scene, Carl has walked Felicity home and they’ve kissed on the doorstep. When she invited him in he helped her to take her coat and warm outer layers off but he has kept her arms trapped behind her in the tightly cinched arms of her coat so she is at his mercy!

“Come with me.” He didn‘t wait for an answer; he grabbed my arm and pulled me into my small living room, which was illuminated by my tiny little Christmas tree and its cute multi-coloured lights.

“Nice tree,” he said as he pushed me down onto the sofa. I crossed my arms behind me in an effort to get comfortable. He knelt on the floor between my thighs and flipped up the front of my skirt and the modest petticoats beneath. He confidently rested his hands on my hips, gripped, then pulled down, peeling the sticky satin from my dampened pussy. He ran his hands down my legs as he backed away, until he had unhooked my knickers, and quickly retook his position between my thighs.

He wiggled down until he was at a level where he could kiss gently up from my knee to my wet and waiting slit. He grabbed my buttocks and encouraged me closer to the edge of the sofa. He strained to lap and lick every exposed inch of my creaming pussy. He prodded his tongue inside me then sucked my clit. He kept varying the pace and the action and kept me, quite literally, on the edge of my seat.

I wanted to come. I was straining to press more of my flesh to his lips. I was desperate for the slow, bubbling pleasure to boil over into the raging fire of ecstatic release, but the teasing bastard kept me right on the brink. I opened my eyes for a moment and glanced down my body I could see he was enjoying denying me.

“Let me come, Carl, please, I need to come,” I begged, my gaze locked with his.

“Not yet,” he replied, pulling back and slowly licking his lips. “I’ve not finished with you yet.”

I should have kept my mouth shut, as he stood up then and moved over to sit next to me on the sofa.

“Sit forward,” he said and I complied. He released me from my coat bonds. I was relieved. It was an expensive item and I knew I would rip it if I thrashed around in it much longer. Life tingled back into my fingers as I pulled my hands round in front of me and rubbed my arms.

“I need to fuck you, Felicity, I need to fuck you now.” The use of my full name sent chills down my spine. I smiled and simply nodded in reply. It was either consent or confirmation of need—more than likely both.

“Kneel there,” he said, “lean on the chair arm.”

I eagerly complied—I loved to be fucked from behind. I felt very exposed, my knickers discarded, my skirt and petticoats in disarray and my bottom poking out beneath them. Carl gently stroked my arse with one hand as the sound of a zip parting indicated that he was readying himself to fuck me. It felt so much longer, but only a few moments later he slammed into me.

I loved how he thrust into me, so hard and primal. I was no longer bound but I still felt like he was in control, like he was using me for his pleasure. I wanted that, needed that, because pleasing him made me feel good.

“So good,” he crooned, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. “So fucking good.”

The old couch creaked as we swayed in rhythm. The twinkling Christmas lights gave a sweet, festive feel that seemed almost to clash with the raw lust of Carl and I fucking, unabashed, a few metres away from it. I loved it. As I climbed towards my climax, I wished that I could delay it so I could fully enjoy the grit and passion of the moment. I couldn’t hold it in, though—I had balanced on the edge of pleasure for too long. I came with a loud scream that I’m sure disturbed the neighbours. My pussy pulsed and the pressure pulled the orgasm from within Carl’s body. He pushed deep into me and held there. A gravelly grunt exited his lips and I felt his cock flex within me. I slumped forward, my knees no longer able to hold my weight.

“Wow,” I gasped, panting hard. “Wow.”

“I echo that remark.” He sounded as puffed out as me, if not more so. I finally made my limbs move and snuggled up beside him. My stomach rumbled audibly.

“Oh, I think it must be teatime. Are you staying for something to eat?”

“I’m sorry, Fliss, I wish I could, but I need to go now.” He looked at his watch. “Things to do, you know?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Unconvinced, I tried to raise a smile. He fastened his trousers, then leaned in to kiss me.

“If I don’t see you before, I’ll see you on Christmas day. Is one o’clock good for you?”

“Yeah.” I nodded my head. “That’s fine.”

I offered him a piece of paper and a pen to write down his address and saw him out of the door. I felt funny. I knew I should have felt all happily blissed-out, but his quick exit worried me. Did he not really like me? Was he just in it for the sex? I mean, it would seem strange to invite someone for Christmas dinner just to shag her, but why else would he rush off so quickly?

I don’t know about anyone else but that certainly warmed me up! Phew. To get your copy check out Total -e-Bound today!

So how do you keep the spirit of Christmas all the year through? Remember every comment here puts you in the prize draw to win a kindle! Check blissemas.co.uk for terms and conditions.

11th Dec 2011

Blissemas day 11 Sunday Snog!

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It’s Sunday and it’s time to snog but not only that it’s the 11th day of Blissemas, whoop! Comment on my Sunday Snog today and you’ll be put in the draw to win a kindle! Check out the rules here.

And today as a special bonus to all you Blissemas followers if you read Aliyah Burke’s kiss then comment on it you’ll get another entry into the Blissemas draw too, we’re really getting into the spirit now!

And I am so very excited as tomorrow sees the release of my sexy seasonal tale Always Christmas in Lincoln!

It isn’t really always Christmas in Lincoln but when Felicity gets her man it feels like it.

Felicity hates Christmas. It reminds her of a traumatic event from her childhood. She thinks the Permanent Christmas shop is tacky, with its windows full of trees and tinsel all year round and would rather it disappeared from her picturesque home town.

When she discovers that Carl, who she lusts over every time she sees him in the tea rooms, is in fact the owner of Ho, Ho, Ho! She’s not quite sure what to think. It takes a sexy meeting in the middle of a fake winter wonderland to make her realise the advantages of Christmas in the middle of summer.

As time passes, Carl and Felicity indulge in more sexy liaisons but as Christmas approaches Felicity doubts whether she is anything more than a sensual distraction for the festive shop owner and when her handsome ex, Sean, sweeps into town on a quest to win her back she finds she has a tough decision to make.

Can Carl and his Christmas cheer win over her hardened heart?

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The following excerpt is set in the middle of Summer, Felicity is helping Carl find vintage Christmas stock for his shop.

He squeezed my arm and I shuddered with pleasure. We continued to talk business for a while and it was quite obvious Carl didn’t just know his stuff—he loved it. He was like a kid waiting to visit Santa.

“Yes, I’m mad,” he said. “I know that. I love Christmas.”

“Oh, no, it’s sweet,” I gasped. “It’s just… I’m not a fan of the festive season.” “Really?”

“Really, really. It’s not Christmas, just something happened at that time of year and…well; it kind of poisoned my enjoyment of it.”

“That’s awful,” Carl sympathised. “I hope you work out some way to separate the two, because no one should miss out on the joy of Christmas.”

The silence that fell wasn’t particularly awkward. Funny how quickly a stranger can become a friend, but I was on edge because I could feel him beside me, smell his light cinnamon aftershave, and I just wanted to pounce on him and have my wicked way.

“I guess I should be going,” I sighed. “Not that I want to go out there again—it’s so cool and refreshing in here.”

“Then stay. I’d be grateful of the company while I finish putting together my North Pole.”

“Well, if you’re sure…”

“Yes, yes, stay. I could do with a second opinion on where to place my candy canes.”

“All right,” I agreed. “Can I give you a hand since I’m here anyway?”

“Well, go on then. I’m used to doing them on my own, but I’ve seen your window displays and they’re always gorgeous. Can you organise the penguins and polar bears for me?”

“Sure.” I smiled, shut the laptop and picked up a polar bear. It’s not often a person gets to say that, I suppose. We chatted amicably as we positioned and re-positioned soft toys, ornaments and gingerbread houses. I’d not felt so relaxed and happy for a long while. The loneliness had sunk into my soul and I’d barely even recognised it. As I pondered what that meant for me and my life, I miscalculated how far forward I needed to lean to place my singing, dancing penguin, and I slipped. I knocked into Carl, yelped and thankfully landed on the soft toys. Carl’s landing wasn’t quite so soft, since he ended up on top of me. “Oh, fu—I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Carl pushed himself up, but I was still very aware of his pelvis pressing against mine. “Don’t worry, accidents happen.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll pay for anything I’ve broken, I’ll put everything back in just the place it was…” Carl kissed me.

It was far more complex than that, but at that moment my mind went blank and I just couldn’t think. His lips were on mine. They were plump, hot and very skilled. He took my breath away with just the gentlest undulations. I wrapped my arms around him without thought; pulled him close and let out all the passion that had built up inside me. We broke apart and took ragged breaths before our lips pulled us back together again. Our eyes were open and I could see that he was holding back just a little bit, nervous about whether this was what I wanted. I was sure he’d see the same emotions in the sea of my green eyes.

It struck me as funny that two grown adults lip-locked together still seemed so hesitant. I think he felt the smile cross my lips, because he turned up the heat. He rolled to his side and pulled me over on top of him. I laughed, then groaned because I felt the significant bump rising from his crotch. I was now somewhat in control and after a moment, a very brief moment of doubt, I reached out to undo the buttons on his shirt. His fingers crept up my thighs in response. I kissed down the outline of his jaw; he moved a hand to cup one of my buttocks. I finished unbuttoning him and he clasped me from the other side, so I was surrounded by his touch and aroused by his gentle squeezes. I continued my kiss trail down over his chest. It was a strong chest, not bursting with muscles—that does nothing for me anyway—but steely, with the kind of muscles that aren’t showy but get the job done well enough, thank you.

As I slipped lower, Carl reluctantly let go of my cotton-covered arse. His breath was ragged as, I am sure, was mine. I felt like I couldn’t quite catch my breath and I was sure that if I were a heroine in a historical romance I’d be experiencing a touch of the vapours.

The real experience waited for me within the casual trousers of the all-year-round Christmas salesman. I was relieved to find plain, black underwear without a Santa, reindeer or Christmas tree in sight, and that the significant bulge inside was all tasty, hot flesh and not a figment of my fevered imagination.

It was very surreal being surrounded by snow, even fake snow, in the middle of summer. Every time I bobbed my head up and down on his delicious dick—I swear it tasted of gingerbread and cinnamon—something different would catch my eye. The green and red- scarfed penguin lying on its side next to me or the grinning Santa on a rocking chair up on the shelf. Each had a smug smile that I was sure signalled how much they liked the show.

To read more you can pick up Almost Christmas in Lincoln from Total-E-Bound. It’s release day is tomorrow but if you want you can pre-order it now so you’ll be guaranteed to be in amongst the first to get it!

Now you’ve enjoyed this kiss check out the others posted below and authors feel free to add your snog to the list. Just pick a kiss excerpt from one of your works (published or unpublished) and post it up on your blog. Use the Sunday Snog Banner, 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)

Make sure you comment below to be put in the draw to win a kindle and visit Aliyah Burke’s Kiss for another bonus entry and you could win one of her sexy books there too!

Also you check out http://blissemas.co.uk for today’s spot prize. Pssst, it’s a copy of Always Christmas in Lincoln! You’ll be one of the very first to read it if you win todaty’s prize as it doesn’t release until tomorrow morning!

So it’s a real treat of a Blissemas day today!