Sunday Snog time and I’ve got to bring you a bit more sexiness from the FREE anthology from the Brit Babes which includes my story ‘Red Rag to a Bull’ which also features in Coming Together with Curves.
Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, the Brit Babes aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Their heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and their heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.
With a whole host of awards, best-sellers and accolades between us, the Babes know you’ll find something in this anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books we’ve published. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has just walked into town!
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Now on to the snog in this NSFW snippet!
It all seemed so natural, his skin was sheened with sweat and I could taste the salt as I nibbled his chin and neck and lower. He tasted good. I wanted to devour him, all of him and I slipped lower down the bed to come face-to-face with his erection, straining against black cotton boxer briefs. As I pulled them down, he lifted to help me. I studied him, my mouth open slightly, taken by the beauty of having a real phallus right in front of me. I took in the texture, the dark pink colour, how it curved and strained, the moisture pooled at the tip that just called to be sucked. No matter how realistic my plastic cock was it just paled in comparison to the real thing.
I glanced up at Dean and he smiled with gentle amusement.
“I’ve not seen a real one of these in a long time,” I explained with a blush. “I’m just reacquainting myself.”
“I hear the best way to do that is to put it in your mouth.” He kept his face solemn for a moment then winked.
“Oh it is, is it,” I replied with a chuckle. “Well I suppose I’d better give that a go then.”
The banter made it easier for me to lean over and taste him. Whereas a moment before I’d felt overwhelmed and very aware of my years of celibacy, after he broke the ice I just concentrated on enjoying the moment. He felt good between my lips and I loved his musky, masculine flavour. I sucked with vigour, taking more of him with each dip of my head. I stroked his balls and enjoyed the way they rippled beneath my touch. I remembered the joy of lapping at that little spot just beneath the head, the spot that makes men writhe and grunt. I loved Dean’s noises, the desperation in his voice.
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