Welcome to this year’s big Blissemas and Sunday Snog Cross over and I’m celebrating it with The Most Festive Snog of all! The inspiration for this has come from a strange source, a blast straight from my childhood.
When I was little I loved to read the My Naughty Little Sister Stories by Dorothy Edwards. I think it was because I myself had a naughty little sister so I could relate to the different tales.
My favourite story was always The Most Naughtiest Story of all. I remember myself the sheer horror I felt as a child when my naughty little sister bit Father Christmas! I’ve had the pleasure of reading the story to my own daughter and classes full of children at the local primary school and their reaction to that bit is priceless! It all has a very good ending and Father Christmas wasn’t really hurt at all, I don’t want anyone worrying. ;)
So when I was thinking of what snog to bring you today, in this festive spectactualr snogs in the snow I thought I would have to bring you the most Christmassy kiss of all! And how much more festive can you get than a kiss in Santa’s sleigh? And as it happens I have one of those in Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart!
Jodi is a toll booth operator and she meets Mike when one night he forgets change for the toll. There is an instant connection and they decide to meet up on Christmas Eve for a date. However plans are almost ruined when Mike’s car refuses to start but then Santa swoops down and gives them a lift on his sleigh.
Our couple get to know each other intimately during their stay at Santa’s grotto and are surprised to find out that Father Christmas has a job for them both but will our virgin lovers take on the task?
Jodi poured a large drop into the flask lid and offered it to Mike, who offered it back to her, for the first sip. He watched her thin but sensual lips as they clasped the edge of the plastic cup and observed the way her eyes closed in enjoyment as the liquid coursed down her throat. He felt the stirrings of arousal in the pit of his stomach. A moment later, he realised why she looked so happy in that moment. Drinking from Santa’s flask was like drinking liquid joy.
A pleasured growl fell from his lips. “So good,” he gasped.
Jodi nodded and giggled. The small sip of Christmas Spirit went straight to her head and, unexpectedly, her pelvis, too.
Jodi was not usually a particularly sensual woman. She had never understood the attraction of touch and closeness. She always recoiled from the touch of her mother, the touch of strangers felt alien and uncomfortable to her and she’d never had any other touching experience. But at that moment she craved touch. She wanted something she wasn’t sure about, but she knew she had to feel Mike’s touch—everywhere.
The Christmas spirit worked in a similar way with Mike. He felt stirrings he’d not experienced in a long time. A childhood full of abuse put him off sex. In his mind, it was a dirty, degrading act used to wield power over someone smaller and weaker. He had been subjected to sexual abuse from a man, but it had put him off all kinds of sexual activity since. However, he found he was feeling something, a stirring, a gentle warming of want.
“That’s potent stuff.” He coughed and reached forward into the glove compartment for a cookie. At the same second, Jodi did the same thing and their heads met with a soft thud.
“Sorry,” Jodi apologised and moved her head against his until they were face to face.
She really meant to move away and disengage then carry on to pick up that cookie, but magically, her lips met his, and all she could feel was him. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. Gently, he cradled her to his chest. His lips danced on hers tentatively with such grace and lightness that it made her feel dizzy with new, powerful emotions.
“Err hmm!” A Santa-sized cough barked from the side of the sleigh, and the newly lip-locked lovers parted—well, their lips did at least. Mike kept an arm around Jodi’s waist to keep her close to him. That touch was too important to be lost. He needed to feel that connection, the reminder of that kiss. Dear God, that kiss had been perfect, just so perfect. It was like snow on Christmas morning or the feeling you get when you open the wrapping on that gift you never knew you wanted but is exactly the right one for you.
And more good news. Every single comment on every single snogs in the snow kiss will be entered in to the contest to win a kindle voyage as part of Blissemas!