Candles, Hot Wax and a Crop for a Valentine’s Day Sunday Snog!


Well it’s Valentine’s day so what could be better than a romantic kiss from Something Brave? I’ll tell you, a hot, kinky crop kiss from Something Brave!


Blushing, shy Felicity does something incredibly brave and submits to a man she only knows as Sir, but will his demands push her beyond her limits?

Felicity attends the local burlesque fair just to sell her Quietly Cute jewelry. A handsome stranger offers to spank her, and she surprises herself by submitting. Sir makes her choose the implement he will use to take her spanking virginity—and uses it to great effect.

She finds herself becoming the sexy, self-made billionaire’s sub who is punished with bondage, forced into exhibitionism, hot wax and other delicious tortures. Felicity submits willingly, getting braver with every interaction. But when Samuel offers her the means to establish her business and pulls her out of the poverty she lives in, she snaps, seeing it as an insult to her pride and possibly even a payment for her sexual services.

Can Samuel convince her otherwise, or will she walk out of his life forever?

General Release Date: 17th November 2015


Today’s kiss involves lots of artistic license, hardened wax and a crop…ooo er!

The next time she heard the crop, she felt the smack on her left breast right above her nipple. She heard and felt the wax crack then felt the lick of the crop on her flesh. The strike was less sharp than she’d expected, but she still jumped at the contact. The next slap hurt more as the wax had broken away and Sir managed to hit the area where the most of her skin was peeking through.

He swapped to her other breast then, the crack and the force shattered wax and sprayed it all over her, a second impact shook more off and hit the tip of her nipple.

“Fuck,” Felicity cursed, the sting as unexpected and lasting as a paper cut, the ache radiating out and heating the whole of her breast.

“Felicity!” he barked, the crop fell again, a little to the right on another mass of wax that exploded, the slap on her skin heating and radiating immediately. “Watch your language!”

“Sorry, Sir.” She gasped, knowing better than to offer an excuse. “You will be.”

The next impact of the wicked square of leather was on her left thigh, about halfway between her pelvis and knee, hitting on the inside where Sir had come moments before. Much of the wax there was already broken from their earlier joining so the crop seemed to slap the remaining shards into her flesh—her already pink and tortured flesh.

She yelped and fought the urge to flail her leg away. She wriggled her bum against the bed and bit down on her bottom lip.

“I wasn’t going to crop your thighs, but your language outburst deserves punishment.Ladies do not curse like that unless directed to by their Master. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, trying hard to lie still. She knew she was going to get at least another swipe with the crop. He wouldn’t leave one thigh untouched.

She was right. The crop whizzed, disturbed the air and impacted the opposite thigh in a similar place. The sting was as bad, if not worse, and she made the strangest, guttural squealing sound. She fought with her urge to scramble away and to scream her safe word at the top of her lungs. Yes, it hurt, but the remaining heat slipped into her core, and when the crop fell again, the shockwave ran from her right thigh straight to her clit. She convulsed with the terrible ecstasy of it.

He hit the left thigh, and as there wasn’t much wax left, it really hurt. She shivered and shook, groaned and begged for mercy.

“No more. Please, Sir, no more!”

She was on fire, very sorry for what she’d done and desperate for release.

One more impact shook her right thigh where a chunk of wax still lingered. She wanted to shout her safe word. If her begging hadn’t worked, she needed to do something to make it stop.

Thankfully, Sir dropped the crop then and sat on the bed beside her to unfasten her hands from the restraints. He kissed her when he leaned over her, and she wriggled her wrists as they were freed, but left her arms above her head in complete surrender as she drank in his kiss.

“Let’s get the rest of this off, Felicity. Come with me.”

If you want more pick up a copy of Something Brave  and enjoy the first steps of a woman discovering her submissiveness.

Now, sit back and enjoy the other snogs today!

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