Day 14 Kinking up Blissemas with Kay Jaybee!


It’s Blissemas and the lovely Kay Jaybee is adding a whole lot of Christmas kink to proceedings!


So pop over to Blissemas and follow the link to Kay’s blog and join in with the fun! Don’t forget to comment as evewry comment gets you another entry into the huge Blissermas prize draw contest to win an eReader or $100 worth of eBook vouchers!

And now for a little bit of Blisse. I’ve raided the back catalogue for this one!

A bit of Blisse for Blissemas.

Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart.

Do you believe in Santa? He believes in you.

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?

Sexy Snippet:

The night after the sweet stranger set her imagination alight, Jodi was in her booth again and she had something a bit more modern in her hand, Bridget Jones’s Diary. It was one of her favourites and came out whenever she felt the burning hot sensation of fancying someone new.

Actually, ‘burning hot’ seemed like the perfect descriptor for the feelings ‘“No-Toll”’ guy evoked. Jodi was trying to work out why he consumed her thoughts so, in such a new way. Sure, crushes had come and gone in her life, but never had she felt this intensely about a man she barely knew. She didn’t even know his name, but every time, she thought of his dark frame and those light,frosty eyes she felt an unusual body-encompassing shiver of pleasure that centred right in what corny romance novels would call her ‘“feminine core”’.

In fact, she was very aware of what lay between her legs. She was wet down there, her plain knickers were soaked and the damp material clung to her lips. She snaked her fingers down the front of her black trousers with the intention just to simply separate the clinging material from her flesh. As her fingers crept down over the wiry hair ‘down there’, her index finger just caught the top of her clitoris and a mellow jolt of warm fire made her stroke her finger there once more.

Masturbation was not something Jodi knew very much about. Pleasure had always been found in the written word. She rarely felt the need for any form of sexual relief, but this was one of those rare moments, and she soon became lost in a sexy daydream.

‘No-Toll Guy’ was stood at the booth window, his car broken down and he was asking her if she could help. She walked out of the little cabin and over to the sad-looking blue car.

She didn’t even get to open the car bonnet before he was overwhelmed by her sexiness and kissed her passionately. She imagined him pushing her back, ‘til she was sitting on the front of the car, his body between her outspread thighs. The kissing deepened. His hands reached out, slipped under her short skirt, manoeuvred into her tight, lacy panties to rub and stroke and caress her heated flesh—

“Good book?” A voice startled her from her fantasy, and it was ‘No-Toll’ guy.

She whipped her hand out of her pants, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Her heart thudded, and the same pulse echoed in her groin. “Not bad thanks,” she replied and smiled brightly. Too brightly, she suspected.

“I’ve got my change tonight,” he said and waved a big, fluffy-gloved hand at her, inside of which was a pile of coins. “I’ve got what I owe you here, too.”

“Oh, it’s okay.” She smiled. “No need to repay me.”

She thought of all kinds of smutty things she could add, and her cheeks flushed yet more, but she uttered not a one of them for fear of rejection.

“Are you sure?” he replied as he looked up at her quizzically. His light-brown hair took on a bronze halo-like glow in the bright street light.

“Positive,” Jodi insisted and nodded her head in emphasis, which made her earrings dance and jingle.

“Okay, then.” He smiled. “I’ll put it in the charity pot at work.”

“Where do you work to be coming home so late?” Jodi asked, the question slipping easily from her lips. Her curiosity piqued, her arousal pulsed less frantically, now but it still throbbed and her mind reeled with images of his body on hers. “If you don’t mind me asking that is.”

“I work in the children’s hospice.” he replied, “I’m there from around six p.m. to around five or six a.m. most days.” “Ah, right. Sorry for being nosey.”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled. “It’s nice to be talked to by an adult once in a while, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Jodi replied. “I really, really know.”

“My name is Mike,” he added as he slipped the change into the machine. “See you, Jodi.”

“Bye, Mike,” she called as he rolled up his window and chugged through the lifted barrier. Mike. It was nice to have a name to go with the fantasy.

Pick up Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart if you want something fun, heart-warming and sexy for Christmas!