Sunday Snog -Eurovision Style!

Don’t worry I’m not dressing up with sequins and a weird hair do but as it was the Eurovision Song Contest last night (non Euros check here to see what it is) and it’s hours of so bad it’s good entertainment I thought I’d go with a European feeling Sunday Snog today.

Tasty Italian is a delicious food inspired story with a European twist.

She wanted pizza, she got love.

Fiona was bored with her life but she didn’t realise that simply deciding to visit the local Italian restaurant for dinner one night would change it forever. When she laid eyes on the fit, young Italian waiter she fell instantly in lust. Carlo returned that ardour but how could their relationship develop when he had to move back to his home in Italy?


In the list of crazy things she’d done in her life hopping on a plane with a guy she’d shagged once was probably right up at the top. It was certainly not the sanest thing she’d ever done but she felt strangely at ease as she flew from the drudgery of her everyday life to a land of sun and mystery with the hot man she was fairly sure she had fallen in love with. The flight was quiet, with only a few other passengers scattered along the rows of high backed seats.

“I’m so happy to have you with me.” Carlo turned and kissed her forehead after they found their places and sat down. “Now I will not miss you.” “I think I’ve gone a little mad, but I’m glad I’m here too.”

“Life is too short for sanity,” Carlo shot her a cheeky smile. “We have to live in the now and take risks.” He kissed her passionately. His lips moulded against hers and the fire of arousal spread through her limbs. She wrapped her hands around him and stroked his back, wishing there was no clothing between them. Every time he touched her she wanted to stop everything and fuck. She even ran through the likelihood of being caught as she caressed him. “I am a little chilly.” Carlo pulled away and winked at her. “Aren’t you?”

She was the direct opposite of cold but he stared at her so intensely that she nodded her head in agreement. He stood and reached into the locker above their heads. She looked him directly in the crotch and noted that his jeans were straining around his obvious excitement. She wanted to reach up and unzip him but she resisted, scared of being caught.

He sat down again and draped a drab grey blanket over their knees. The thin material had a cardboard-like texture. She was not at all sure why they needed it until he reached underneath it and slowly, deliberately, insinuated his hand into the waistband of her boring work trousers.

She eagerly spread her thighs to give him easier access.

“That’s it,” he whispered into her ear, “I want to make you come.”

She snuggled into him after glancing round to check if anyone was close by. No one was in the seats directly in front or behind them. If anyone walked past them they would look as if they were an intimate couple sharing a nap. She turned her body and placed her arm under his. He slipped his fingers into her knickers and down over her soft hair to split her wet lips, seeking her eager clit.

She gasped and buried her face in the masculine-scented warmth at the curve of his neck, smothering any more cries. She took a deep steadying breath before finding his fly. It undid easily and she was delighted to feel flesh directly below the metal of the zip.

“You drive me wild,” she whispered as she coaxed his cock out of the confines of his trousers and into the warmth of her hand. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” “When you are near I have to touch you.” His slight stubble tickled her cheek as his breath gently caressed her ear. “I cannot help myself, you make me, how do you say? Drunk with want.”

“Intoxicated.” She gasped and gripped him tighter. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her. Lust flowed in her veins and she wanted satisfaction. “The word you want is intoxicated.”

“I am intoxicated by you,” he said, the last word came out as a growl as he responded to the massaging action of her fingers around him. “I can’t get enough of you.”

They lapsed into an almost silence. The buzz of the aircraft wafted around Fiona’s ears and she listened carefully. She did not want to be caught by a flight attendant walking past but at the same time, the possibility of getting caught heightened her excitement. Their heavy breaths combined, creating a soft backing track to their caresses and strokes. The cadence and volume changed as they approached climax. She bit into his neck as she came to stop from screaming. That edge of pain seemed to trigger his orgasm and he pressed himself against her as his semen covered her fingers.

“You’re the best inflight entertainment ever,” Fiona gasped as her heart beat steadied.

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