The Big Blissemas Launch!


Hello and welcome to the very first day of Blissemas 2013! I’m Santa Blisse and so I get to kick off proceedings with a bit of festive cheer.

Now I know it’s early, I really do. It’s not even December yet but we’ve shifted the season of Blissemas to get it all wrapped up a week before Christmas ‘cos we all get so busy at that time of the year. It’s a little bit difficult for me to get in the festive spirit before the 5th December because traditionally Christmas isn’t even thought about in my family until after that date which happens to be my sister’s birthday.

However, I like to be prepared so my blog today is about that. I’m very good at making lists. I make lists for everything and check them at least twice, I am Santa Blisse, what do you expect? I also buy lots of things in the sales post- Christmas in preparation for the next time I have to get festive. Cards, wrap, presents. All at bargain prices. I like being generous and I can be so much more generous when the essentials cost half the price!

I know that might seem like a bit much, but what can I say? I love a bargain. Christmas often comes far before December for me because I’m a writer. Deadlines for Christmas calls often fall in the summer. I’ve written many stories in blazing heat with Christmas music blasting and cold air from a fan bringing me the essential winter vibe I need to finish my story.

Basically, as Ebenezer Scrooge knows only too well, you’ve got to keep the Spirit of Christmas every day. And my particular brand of festive Blisse is contained in a five story Anthology now. Check out A Blisse Christmas Collection.



A collection of sweet,sensual and hot stories from the queen of festivities, Victoria Blisse.

A sexy indulgence for you to enjoy this yuletide with all the sights, scents and tastes of Christmas without the calories and hard work. Snuggle up and relax into stories of sleigh rides, snowy interludes and Christmas couplings. A truly festive treat just for you.

Here’s a snippet featuring another organised lady, Lucy from Snowed in at School, re-written and re-released in this hot collection! This bit is told from Gary’s point of view:

I don’t remember much that happened between my dip in the snow and Lucy sitting on the

floor in front of me and rubbing my feet. I know things did happen but the sheer excitement

of Lucy’s touch seemed to erase the memory of anything that came before it.

Her hands were so soft and gentle and their massaging did more than warm my toes. I felt the

heat all through my body, and I mean everywhere. Her touch ignited my passion so much that

I hoped she would not be able to see any tenting of her patchwork quilt around my crotch.

I did my best to stay silent, I really did, but her gentle touch just was too much pleasure to

bear and I let out a moan of delight. She looked up and captured my gaze with her dark green

eyes. I am sure I blushed, my cheeks burned with fear and embarrassment. I was so afraid

that she’d drop my feet, take her heater and run away from me and my pervy moans.

She didn’t. She continued to massage the warmth back into my feet and looked directly at me

as she did so. She asked if I felt warmer and I answered truthfully that yes I did, unable to

pull away from her evergreen stare. Then she mentioned my legs and I said they were still a

little cold. I thoroughly expected her to run off and find another blanket. When she suggested

she could rub them too my dick swelled even further, and before sane thought could reign I

told her that it would be nice.

Nice? It would be sweet, ecstatic torture. And it was. She’d only made it to the bottom of my

calves when my erection was as full and hard as it ever would be. I moved my hands to my

lap in an effort to shield my embarrassment.

Her fingers moved higher and I whimpered. Oh, I tried not to, I really did, but it just escaped

and again her eyes met mine. Her hands stilled in their work and I held my breath. She just

smiled, and moved her hands all the higher, pushing the blanket up to my knees.

Lucy concentrated her gaze on her hands and my calves once more and I gulped in air and

tried not to panic. How high was she going to go? And as if she heard my thought, her touch

moved higher still, clasping each leg just below the knee.

I looked down along her back —she had leant in close to me, reaching up to touch my

knees— and my mind flashed back to my fantasies, where I had often dreamt of her kneeling

before me but never imagined her fingers touching my legs. This moment of remembered

fantastical blow job did nothing to ease my aching cock. And as her fingers reached my knees

the panic really set in.

Not that you’d think it possible to panic with Bing Crosby crooning White Christmas in the

background, the warmth of the heater, and the pleasant caresses of the woman of my dreams

but oh no, I managed it. A full-blown, heart thumping panic. I didn’t know what to do.

“Oh,” Lucy’s voice broke into my growing hysteria. “I’m going to have to move, I’m getting

a crick in my neck.” She moved back and put my feet onto the ground, where the cold wood

instantly shocked me back to reality.

“Oh dear,” she continued. “Your feet will be cold again sitting on the floor, hang on a

moment.” She reached for the buttons on the front of her top. “All this massaging has got me

warm, you can rest your feet on this.”

Not once did I speak, I just watched as she slowly stripped off her thick, woollen cardigan

and revealed a red top with a ‘v’ neck that afforded me a good view of her cleavage. So even

though she was no longer touching me, I was as hard as ever and imagining slipping my dick

between the two soft pillows of her breasts.

She laid the top on the floor and waved her hands indicating I should lift my feet, which I

did. She wrapped the soft, body-warmed woollen around me then in a flurry of movement

leant forward and rearranged herself onto her knees. All this movement made her boobs

bob delightfully in the confines of her top and I had to bite my lip to hold myself back from

groping her.

Next she reached out and lifted the patchwork quilt and folded it back over my knees.

“Just ’til I’m finished,” she explained, her breasts barely an inch from my knees and her face

smiling up at me, “then I’ll wrap you back up again.”

I chuckled nervously, “Aren’t you meant to unwrap presents at Christmas?”

“Well, yes, usually.” Lucy giggled then she was massaging me again, rubbing up and down

over my knees and making me panic as her touch crept up to the bottom of my thigh. I jerked

my knees up in an instinctual movement to protect her from finding out what a sad pervert

I was and she yelped and fell forward. Her breasts rested on my knees and her hands slid up

my thighs in an effort to grab on and not fall over.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Gasping, I reached out and grabbed her shoulders, very aware of her

hands on my bare thighs and my erection, which was mere inches away from her touch. “You

must have hit a tickly spot.”

“It’s okay.” She let out a long slow breath and lifted her head to look at me. However, I was

bent forward with my hands on her arms and so we ended up virtually nose to nose, “I’m


I find it so difficult to explain what happened next. I’ve never been a particularly forward soul

and I don’t know how my lips ended up on hers. I don’t remember either of us moving, but

we did; we must have done because what followed was the most electric and arousing kiss of

my life.

I forgot all about my embarrassment and panic and concentrated on the blissful pressure of

her mouth on mine. It was a kiss I’d never forget, a kiss that would linger on my lips well into

old age and fill my heart with passion every time I thought of it.

It started softly. I’m guessing the shock of impact scared us both at first. We froze as if we

were kissing in Antarctic temperatures and our lips had stuck together. I could feel her chest

rising and falling against my knees and my heart thudding painfully inside my breast. I

waited for the slap, the yelp of alarm, but it never came. Her lips softened and I pulled my

lips together and pressed them harder against hers and, joy of all joys, she responded in kind.

Pick up this and 4 other sexy, seasonal stories in A Blisse Christmas collection for whenever you need something hot to steam you up this winter.


Don’t forget to comment on this post to be in to win an eBook reader or eBook gift voucher of your choosing in the great Blissemas giveaway. You’ve got until the 19th December and the more blogs you comment on the more entries to win you’ll receive!

And as it’s almost (well, not quite, but bear with me) Christmas, I’m going to add my own present into the mix. I will give three lucky winners a copy of the Christmas Blisse eBook of their chosing form my back list. Please note, I can only provide my single author titles as these are the ones I get author copies off.

I will pick my 3 winners from the comments left on the 20th December.