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Sunday Snog: Summer’s End

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Sunday Snog

It’s been too long since I posted a Sunday Snog, but to celebrate the start of Smutmas: A Year of Smut I will happily try to get back into an old habit. This snog is from Summer’s End, my latest release. Happy snogging!

Emily backed up against the book shelves, the wood prodding her ribcage. Not because she was afraid or hesitant, but because she wanted to lengthen the moment in which Marianne came for her. She never wanted to forget the look on her face, the mixture of need, caution, and relief.

“You don’t strike me as having doubts about this, but I need to ask, okay?” Marianne’s voice had dropped a register or two. “Are you sure?”

Emily bit her lip and nodded. She lifted her hands to Marianne’s arms and pulled her close. “God yes,” she whispered before pressing her lips against Marianne’s.

Instantly, she was lost in the softness of kissing another woman. The utter unexpectedness of it, and the way a simple kiss seemed to change something inside of her, settling in the pit of her stomach and sizzling in her blood.

The kiss grew from tentative to intense rapidly and Emily felt Marianne’s body crash against her, forcing her ribs to push harder against the shelves. How fitting, she thought, considering the content of the books behind her.

And how glorious it was to feel a woman’s breasts rub against hers, to feel her nipples perk up against her flesh. The softness of Marianne’s tongue was unlike anything else she’d ever felt. She had tried to imagine it, of course, but her imagination, as it turned out, had been sorely lacking.

Marianne’s tongue swirled inside of Emily’s mouth with a passion and urgency she had rarely come across in her life. As if she sensed she was getting too lost in the kiss, Marianne pulled back slightly, ending it with a tender peck.

“Good god,” she exhaled more than said. “I, uh, I’m not sure…”

Emily could feel her drift off into that dark space she’d slipped off to last night and, as if it was the only antidote, placed her hands on Marianne’s neck and drew her near.

“Please.” Emily looked straight into her eyes. “Don’t run.” She had to swallow. “Stay.”

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Victoria Blisse’s 100th Sunday Snog!

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100th Sunday Snog

What better reason to celebrate than Victoria Blisse’s 100th Sunday Snog? Not only is it a joyous occasion, but kissing is also one of the greatest joys in life. Celebrations without giveaways are, of course, not festive enough, so I’m giving away a free copy (ebook – any format) of my novelette A Hard Days Work to a lucky commenter. The snog excerpt below is from A Hard Days Work as well. Enjoy! And don’t forget to kiss someone today. 😉

After what feels like three hours of running, but must, in reality, not be more than a good thirty minutes, I’ve fallen behind a little. It gives me a good view of Amanda’s flexing calves and sculpted shoulder line. Her right arm is a bit wider than her left, indicating hours of tennis practice.

Then, all of a sudden, she stops. I breathe heavily when I reach the secluded spot she chose to halt our run at. My white tank top is completely soaked through and the muscles in my legs tremble.

“Are you all right?” she inquires. Her brow is coated in sweat, but there’s no sign of a blush on her face. “I didn’t mean to go so fast, but sometimes I stop thinking when I run and I just go for it.”

I take a few deep breaths. “That wasn’t five miles, was it?”

“No.” She plants her palms against a tree and starts stretching her legs. “I made an executive decision to cut our run short.”

I arch up my eyebrows. “Oh really? Why’s that?”

“Come on, stretch,” is her only answer.

I take position at the other side of the tree. It’s thin enough to not obstruct too much of my view. Amanda’s top is sufficiently drenched for me to see how hard her nipples are. I mimic her stretching movements, which gives me a good excuse to keep my eyes on her.

“Turn around,” she says. With one step she’s by my side. “With your back against the tree.”

Heat radiates off her body. My skin crackles when her palms connect with my shoulders. Her fingertips dig into my flesh and I instantly know this is not some special sort of stretch. This is foreplay.

“Quick question,” she breathes into my ear. “Can I kiss you now?”

In a flash, my hands move to her neck and I pull her close. A storm brews in her eyes in the instant before she closes them, the moment before our lips touch and everything changes.

Desire rips through me as her stiff nipples crash against my chest. We’re about the same height and the pressure of her breasts against mine while she lets her tongue slip inside my mouth for the first time, is enough to make my knees buckle.

The air around us is suddenly heavy with moist heat. The sun disappears behind a building in the distance, casting a sudden shadow over us. I want all of her at once. I want to tear off her wet clothes and fuck her right on the spot.

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Sunday Snog: Personal Training

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It’s been scandalously long since I last posted a Sunday Snog. Let’s get the snogging train rolling again with a snippet from Personal Training, a brand new short story set in (you guessed it right) the gym.

Blurb
Jan works out people for a living, but one day her client Ali, the one she’s been lusting after for months, turns the tables on her and gives Jan the work out of a lifetime.

Maybe it’s the tension, but I can’t suppress a giggle bubbling up from my throat. “Any interest I have in your backside is purely professional,” I lie.

Her mouth widens in feigned surprise. She shakes her head and corners me next to the TRX cables. “Is there anything else I should know? Now that you’re being so honest.”

My back hits the wall and Ali is so close I can smell her. The scent of her sweat stirs something in my blood. When I dreamed of this moment, and I’ve spent hours picturing it, I was the one backing Ali into a corner. I was the one in command. I imagined it would come naturally to me. Now that the moment is here I feel I’m losing more control with every passing second. I respond by grabbing her arms and pulling her close.

Her breath warms my already flushed face. Her blue eyes bore into mine. As far as truth goes, I can only repeat my previous actions. I move my hands upwards, trailing my nails along the flesh of her arms, and pull her in.

This time, she responds to my kiss by parting her lips and allowing my tongue to slip into her mouth. She withdraws and traces a moist path to my ear with her lips. “You have no idea,” she whispers. And it’s true, I have no idea what she means. But I don’t care as I inhale her closeness and revel in it. My nipples harden under my top. They poke into the fabric of my sports bra and I can’t wait for them to be freed.

I make a play for Ali’s tank top, wanting to lift it and expose the abs we’ve been working on so hard, but she’s quick to intercept me. She grabs me by the wrists and, in one swift movement—as if it’s all she does in life—she pins my hands above my head.

Her eyes don’t leave mine. Her face is unreadable. Maybe this is what she does in life.

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Two days to FOOL FOR LOVE (Part two) – Sunday Snog

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Sunday Snog

Fool for Love Today’s snog is from (you guessed it right) Fool for Love. (Just sticking with this week’s theme. ;-)) Remember to leave a comment for a chance to win a free copy of Fool for Love!

Here we go for Alex and Maddie’s first kiss. Enjoy.

Alex allowed herself a silly chuckle. “You must think I’m terribly uptight.”

Maddie shook her head while digging her nails into Alex’ jeans. “The only thing I think is that you’ve been hurt. Anyway, you must think I’m quite the floozy.”

“Floozy?” Alex suppressed a fit of giggles. “Yeah, that about sums it up. A banker floozy with a seriously deranged moral compass.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Alex adored Maddie’s self-deprecating sense of humour. “Now.” Maddie leaned a little closer and put her wine glass on the table. “This floozy would really like to kiss those uptight lips of yours.” Maddie took Alex’ glass from her hand and put it away. “No tongue, I promise.”

“That’s about the most romantic proposal I’ve ever had.”

“I thought so.” Maddie slanted her head sideways as she inched closer.

Alex smelled wine and that expensive banker perfume she remembered—often and usually when alone in bed—from the evening on Isabella’s roof top. Maddie’s lips tasted salty and promising. She brought her hand to Alex’ neck and softly dug her fingertips into her muscles while parting her lips. Slowly, she trailed her tongue over Alex’ lips. Alex immediately reciprocated by opening her mouth and allowing Maddie’s tongue to slip in.

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Sunday Snog – All of Me

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Sunday Snog

All of MeToday’s snog is from my free story All of Me, which has just been released as a free ebook. You can either read it in the Free Stories section, download the PDF or get it from Smashwords or Kobo.

This story is rather kinky, so don’t say I didn’t warn you. (And yes, the cover does kind of say it all.) 😉

Here’s the blurb:
Jess’ girlfriend Laila surprises her one night when she flips her over and demands all of her.

And here’s the snippet…

Her hair slipped down my hips as she lowered herself and planted a tender kiss at the top of my crack. It stood in stark contrast to the way she was handling my asshole, ravaging it with her fingers at an increasingly merciless pace. If my hands had been anywhere near my clit, it would have been more than enough to propel me into another star-shattering orgasm.

She trailed a path of moist kisses along my butt cheek and, when reaching the top of its curve, bit into my flesh. Another shock ripped through my body, tightening my muscles and leaving me breathless. My pussy pulsed like crazy, roaring for attention, screaming for release.

I panted into the pillow as she withdrew her fingers, leaving my ass wanting more.

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Sunday Snog – Overtime

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Sunday Snog

Today’s snog is from my story Overtime, which appears in A Woman’s Touch. Hurry up, it’s free until Tuesday on Amazon US and Amazon UK. Happy Sunday.

“Open your mouth.” Cathy was back to giving commands again and Laura easily complied. She tasted herself on her lips as Cathy ran her fingers over them, before inserting them into her mouth. Laura licked and sucked, savouring the feeling of Cathy’s fingers on her tongue. It was her turn to drill her eyes into Cathy’s, who, try as she might, couldn’t stop an almost inaudible gasp from escaping her.

With her fingers still in Laura’s mouth, Cathy inched closer and pressed her lips against Laura’s. Despite coming on her boss’ fingers earlier, this was by far the most intimate moment they had shared. Laura felt her legs go weak again and this time she couldn’t stop herself. Unhinged from her thoughts and inhibitions, her hands drifted to the waistband of Cathy’s skirt. She’d barely touched Cathy and was consumed by the desire to do so, to give back. Cathy paid her after all. Cathy stiffened at her touch and retracted her fingers as well as her lips.

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