Guest Blogger: Victoria Blisse

100buttonPucker up, something special is coming!

I love a good party and when I noticed that the 100th Sunday Snog was coming up I knew I had to do something special for it.  What is the Sunday Snog? Well it started out as me writing a kissing excerpt up on my blog ever Sunday and has become a blog hop consisting of different authors all sharing different kisses on a Sunday. I love the variety of excerpts it brings in from soft and romantic to cheek reddeningly hot!  All the Sunday Snog goodness can be found here:

I am a big believer in sharing the love, so for the very special part for the 100th snog I wanted to do something that would benefit charity. I ummed and Ahhed for a while over which charity and in the end decided on Médecins Sans Frontières. They do a fantastic job of taking love in a practical way to some of the most needy people in the world. To find out more about their important work check their site: It’s a fabulous international charity and I really hope we make lots of money for them.  If you’d like to donate to the cause please check out the just giving page for the event:

So, what is the big 100th Sunday Snog event going to be? Well I am hoping to get 100 authors to join in on the 22nd September.  Each author will post up a kissing excerpt on their blog and each author will offer a prize for readers to win. So there will be at least 100 different prizes you could win! How cool is that? We’ll keep the contest open until Friday 27th September, then the winners will be drawn and announced. It’s going to be lots of fun and the biggest Sunday Snog to date.

If you want to join in as an author or a reader all the details are here:

And here’s an example of the kind of kissing excerpts I post up each week. This one comes from Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends:

rob-and-lou-wild-weekends 400“Do you know something?”

“I know a lot of things,” he replied with a dig of his elbow into my ribs, “but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me something new.”

“Hmm, not sure it’s new but there’s something I’ve always wanted to do. It’s a bit mad.”

“Jump out of an aeroplane? Bathe in a bath of rice pudding?”

“No,” I rolled to my side to face him, “and it’s traditionally beans, anyway.”

“Oh excuse me for being innovative.” He grinned. I swear he gets far too much pleasure from winding me up.

“Do you want to hear my mad desire or what?” I was starting to feel a bit nervous about telling him. I mean he already knew I was kinky but this was something rather new.

“Go on, then.” He ran his hand down my naked arm, turning me on further and not at all placating my nerves.

“I’d really rather love to fuck in the rain, I think.”

“Oh,” Rob’s brows lifted with surprise. “Tell me more.”

“Erm, well, I haven’t really got any more detail. Just kinda like the idea of getting it on in the rain. On the grass. Clothes on. All wet and sticky and—”

“Let’s do it.” Rob sat up.


“Get your pants on and a top and let’s do it. “ He pulled on his damp jeans and his t-shirt.

“Oh, okay.” I pull a short floaty skirt from my luggage. I’d packed it when I was feeling optimistic. I matched it with a cotton t-shirt and scrabbled out of the tent behind my eager husband.

The rain hammered my skin from the moment I stepped out onto the wet grass and mud. The rain wasn’t particularly cold, though and I felt uncomfortably hot inside as I squirmed in anticipation.

“Let’s go towards the woods.” Rob grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. We skirted the edge of the other tents then darted off towards the trees.

“There’s no one out.” I commented.

“Yeah, other people aren’t totally mad, Lou.” He replied then pulled up to a stop. “This looks promising.”

We stood on the crest of a dip in the landscape. Beyond us were trees. Dense, drenched greenery and nothing else. No path, no people, no signs of life at all.

“It’s a bit, erm, exposed.” My sensibilities decided to kick in as we got closer to doing something very naughty and probably illegal. I was incredibly turned on, I was shaking with the force of the lust zooming through my veins but I was also aware that the majority of people I knew, and many of those I didn’t, would frown upon such public displays of affection.

“There’s no one here, Lou.”  Rob wrapped his fingers around tighter and pulled me forward.

“But there could be people just in the wood, sheltering from the rain. What if—”

The end of my wondering was silenced by his lips on mine. He often won arguments, or at least postponed them, by using the kiss tactic. I was powerless to resist the pressure of his mouth against mine. He wrapped me in his embrace and his tongue darted between my lips. I responded without thinking. I pulled him closer to me, squashed him against my body. Rivulets of water ran down from my hair, down my cheek and nose to drip on our heated kisses. I could taste the rain with each kiss. The deluge had soaked the cotton to my body. The wet material sculpted my curves. My skirt stuck to my thighs and my arse and that wet embrace heightened the arousal that sparked between us.

See you on the 22nd September for the 100th Sunday Snog, it’s going to be great.

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