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This will become a weekly thing for anyone and everyone to join in. I will still be hosting a guest snogger here at victoriablisse.co.uk once a month but this is so I can give them a little bit more of a showcase, oooooh. So come on folks, lets snog!
This week the snog comes from my sexy seaside story Sweet Surrender.
She doesn’t know what she wants but he does.
How do you mend a broken heart?
Helen goes on holiday to Scarborough and meets Tom. He is an attractive local artist who takes Helen on a tour of the sweet seaside town. Tom becomes more than just her guide as his dominant nature brings out her own submissive side and a shared joy of exhibitionism.
“Money doesn’t matter.”
She looked at him and he looked back, unblinking.
“So you have no money.”
“No, I have money,” he answered. “I just don’t really need it.”
“Your clothes are expensive.” She countered, desperate to get one up on him. “But old.”
“Your camera is expensive.” She thought she had him there, and her face broke into a smile of child-like gee. “That is my livelihood. A man has to have something to live for.”
She harrumphed and turned away from him, frustrated that he’d made her look so stupid without even trying. “Sorry.” His voice spoke beside her, his breath ruffling her hair.
She was startled as she felt his hand on her back, and saw his face bent in close to hers.
“I see things in black and white. I know it’s not always so straight forward.”
“S’ok” She shrugged away from him. “I wasn’t upset.”
He wouldn’t move away from her despite her attempt, and soon she felt her side rubbing against the rough brickwork of the seawall.
“The way I see, you and me is straight forward. We have chemistry and I want to act upon that. I want to lean forward and capture your lips and kiss you ’til you can’t breathe, and that is only the very beginning of what I want to do.” She let out a shuddering breath. Taken completely off guard, her wanton body reacted to the suggestions in his voice. She tilted her pelvis up to rub against his, and her hand, originally raised to push him away, landed passively on his shoulder, encouraging him.
“And I know, if I leaned forward now, I could kiss you, and I could feel your body and I could fuck you right here and right now.”
She wanted him, and she tightened her grip on his shirtsleeve, wanting to pull him in, wanting him to fulfil all those sexy promises.
“But I won’t. I won’t until you ask me to. Do you want me to kiss you?”
His lips were so close to hers that she could already feel the force of the kiss. She nodded her head ever so slightly.
“Ask me,” he panted, obviously enflamed by the situation.
She could feel him pressing into her, his body that close to hers.
She wasn’t thinking, only feeling. Desire was the only thing she was aware of as she leaned forward to breathe one short word. “Please.”
As her lips pressed together on the last letter, his lips forced roughly against hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate and attacking, and pressed her against the wall, the sharp edges cutting into her back as she wrapped her arms around him and gave as much back as he released. Their bodies moulded automatically together, their chests rubbing and their legs entwined as the passion mounted.
It was a kiss and then some. Her whole body was involved and his hands cupping her hips felt as natural as her fingers splayed open over his back that pulled him closer, taking his tongue deeper into her mouth as it tickled and danced with her own. She lost herself in the kiss, fighting to keep her mind open, fighting to think, but losing ground as that mouth skilfully manipulated hers and his fingers tactfully scrunched her skirt, higher and higher until she realised her thighs were being exposed.
She wriggled against him, trying to loosen his grip, but he just lifted her skirt higher
Now for those wanting to join in Snogs of any length, any intensity and any heat level are welcome. Just remember to link me up from your site and have fun reading through all the different snogs on this lovely Sunday. It’s always good to read other people’s works, you never know when you might happen upon a new favourite author! Also feel free to use the Sunday snog banner, here’s the image link for those of you who want it!
So what are you waiting for? Pucker up!