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Sunday Snog – No Boys Allowed

Sunday Snog

No Boys AllowedHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, No Boys Allowed, which appears in the House of Erotica mini-anthology of the same name. It contains three of my sexy Sapphic tales.

But then, she thought, would that be such a bad thing? It wasn’t a crime to be attracted to a flatmate, was it? And the only way she’d find out if Kacey felt the same was if she said—or did—something.

She didn’t get the chance. The questions and thoughts were still whirring through her head when Kacey shuffled along the sofa towards her and put a hand on her knee.

“Look, I wouldn’t normally be this forward, but hey, I’ve had a couple of glasses of wine. Plus I want to get this over with so whatever the outcome is, we can get on with our lives. I like you—have done since I met you—and I’m just wondering… if you feel the same?”

Leigh snorted. She couldn’t help it. She’d been so busy psyching herself up to make a move on Kacey that it simply hadn’t occurred to her that the reverse was also happening. “I was just going to say something rather similar myself.”

Kacey’s eyes widened. “Seriously? I was convinced you were going to tell me to get lost. But I just knew that if I didn’t ask, I’d never know. But now it seems that I would have known, because if I hadn’t asked, you’d have asked me. Oh, you know what I mean! Come here.”

Now the two of them knew their feelings were reciprocated, the awkwardness dissipated. Leigh moved into Kacey’s open arms, and wrapped her own around the other girl. There were mere millimetres between their faces. They stared at one another for a few seconds, tension sizzling below the surface. Leigh watched as Kacey’s lips curved into a devilish smile, then she bit her lip, as though trying to behave.

Leigh smiled back, and the spell was broken. Good behaviour was no longer an option. They both moved to close the gap between them. Leigh closed her eyes and pulled in a breath through her nostrils as their lips touched. There was a faint taste of lip balm. Cherry, or strawberry perhaps, she wasn’t sure. She quickly stopped caring as their kiss deepened, and she slid her tongue into the moist warmth of Kacey’s mouth. She sought the other girl’s tongue, and they tangled together, battling for dominance. There was give and take, however, and they explored one another’s mouths, tasting, tickling, teasing. It was delicious; soft, warm, and unbelievably erotic. A groan issued from deep in her throat.

Then Kacey sucked Leigh’s bottom lip into her mouth. The dampness between her thighs increased, and the throbbing of her clit intensified. She moved her hands around to Kacey’s front and cupped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and smiling as she felt the other girl’s nipples stiffen beneath her palms. She pinched them, and smiled when Kacey made an indignant noise—all without breaking their kiss.

Moving one hand up behind Kacey’s neck and tangling it into her hair, Leigh pulled the brunette more tightly to her. Their kissing grew more frenzied, urgent; tongues dancing and caressing one another, breathing increasingly erratic, bodies pressing together. Leigh’s heart pounded, and the pulse in her throat raced. The soft warmth of the other girl’s mouth against her own was sending her into a blissful pre-orgasmic meltdown.

Suddenly Kacey pulled back, heaving a sigh. “Phew.” She grinned. “What’s say we take this into my room?”


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Sunday Snog – Unfinished Business

Sunday Snog

Dead SexyHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, Unfinished Business, which appears in the Xcite Books anthology Dead Sexy, a recently released paranormal erotic collection.

More through frustration than anything, Caitlyn cupped her hand over Jacob’s groin and squeezed so hard he yelped.

“You bitch!” he yelled, rubbing himself gingerly. “What did you do that for?”

“Well,” she tartly replied, “you wouldn’t believe your eyes, so I thought perhaps you’d believe your dick.”

Despite his discomfort, Jacob couldn’t help but grin. Real or not, this was his Caitlyn all over.

“Okay, so us having had a disagreement, what would normally happen next?”

Caitlyn took in Jacob’s grinning face and knew exactly what he was angling for. What’s more, in the spirit of living every moment like it was her last, she was going to give it to him. Shifting into his lap, she slipped a hand behind his head and pulled his face to hers, crushing their lips together.

Instantly, Jacob’s hands went to her face and he pulled her more tightly to him. Before long, she felt Jacob’s cock pressing into her ass and her pussy dampened in response. This wasn’t the usual heated exchange that usually followed an argument. In fact, they were devouring one another’s mouths like it was the last time. Probably because deep down, they both knew it could be.

Pulling away, Caitlyn tugged off her top and was kissing Jacob again before he had time to protest. His heated skin against hers drove her crazy, almost heady with lust. Her hands roamed the planes of his chest, the hard muscle beneath her fingers reminding her of his immense physical fitness and how it had coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her. She smiled and Jacob broke the kiss to look at her enquiringly.

“What?” he said. “Did I do something wrong?”

“When have you ever done anything wrong?”

He quirked an eyebrow.


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Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Sunday Snog – Miss Pemberton’s Drawers

Sunday Snog

Miss Pemberton's DrawersHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, Miss Pemberton’s Drawers, which appears in the Xcite Books anthology of the same name.

Careful not to crush her with his weight, Owen leaned down and captured Miss Pemberton’s swollen mouth in a kiss. Her eyes fluttered open and he saw them crinkle at the corners as she eagerly reciprocated. It was a chaste kiss—both of them were too breathless for anything more, and soon Owen pulled away and rolled onto the table next to her. She twisted her head to look at him, and they grinned at one another, basking in the afterglow of their respective orgasms.

After a few minutes, when he’d regained his presence of mind and the ability to speak, Owen said, “So, er, Miss Pemberton, was this a one-off thing, or what?”

“Bloody hell, don’t call me Miss Pemberton, you sound like one of my pupils! It’s Sally. And actually, if you’re willing, I was wondering if you’d like to check my drawers on a more regular basis.”

Owen laughed. “Is the sky blue? Though maybe we shouldn’t make fucking on school property a regular occurrence, eh? I need this job.”

“Agreed. Next time, Mr. Caretaker, you’ll have to make a home visit.”


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It’s Time to Celebrate Howloween!

HowloweenWho says trick-or-treating is strictly for the kids?

Welcome to the Howloween Blog Hop! 270+ authors….TONS of goodies to be won. So put on your costumes (or PJs whatever ) and go a knockin’ a each of the blogs on the hop!

Before you go entering the giveaway and hopping away, though, I just wanted to share a spooky excerpt from my lesbian paranormal tale, Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, which coincidentally, will be free from 27th – 31st October, so hit Amazon from the 27th to grab your FREE copy!:

That decided, the girls walked in. Stephanie, the more logical of the two, led the way through the narrow corridors in search of the elusive centre. She felt confident at first, but as the twists and turns continued, she felt less so. That and the fact that she’d been right about the creep factor. It was a clear but not particularly bright day, resulting in very little natural light penetrating the hedges that made up the maze. It was navigable but incredibly gloomy, and Stephanie sensed that Jenny was staying as close behind her as possible without treading on the backs of her shoes. Honestly, she didn’t blame her. Even Stephanie was starting to feel a little spooked. The silence wasn’t helping. From their sheltered position, they could see glimpses of the sky, but they couldn’t hear anything other than the sound of their own footsteps and breathing.

Stephanie picked up the pace, albeit subtly. She didn’t want to worry Jenny, but she wasn’t quite sure where they were and she was feeling really quite nervous. Despite the silence and the fact they hadn’t seen another soul since they’d left the house, Stephanie suddenly had the oddest feeling that they weren’t alone. It was a silly notion, because the walls of the maze were so thick that you couldn’t see through them, so it wasn’t like anyone could be secretly spying on them. But Stephanie simply could not shake her apprehension. She desperately wanted to get out of the maze, but saw no way of doing it quickly. Even turning back wouldn’t guarantee a swift exit because they wouldn’t remember each twist and turn they’d taken. They could just end up stuck in here even longer.

Suddenly, Jenny’s Alice in Wonderland comment didn’t seem so stupid after all. Refusing to let Jenny sense her fear, she looked steadfastly in front of her and carried on walking. Then she heard the crack of a twig which sounded like it came from up ahead. Unfortunately, Jenny heard it too.

“Wh – what was that?!” Jenny said, clutching onto the back of Stephanie’s coat.

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Sunday Snog – Raising the Bar

Sunday Snog

Raising the BarHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, Raising the Bar, which is my first publication with Decadent Publishing. It will be released on the 19th October, as part of their super erotic The Edge range.

I dab at the spill, watching him from the corner of my eye. He either can’t see me looking, or doesn’t care, because he has removed his jeans, too. He stands there in tight black boxer shorts and little else, whilst he rifles around in his bag for his uniform. I bite my lip to suppress a lusty groan. God, he looks good enough to eat.

Or, you know, fuck.

He turns around. I look away quickly, but not before he’s caught me staring.

“You were looking at me?”

My blush gives me away, making lies futile.

“It is okay,” he says, moving towards me and lifting my chin. “I look at you, too. You are beautiful.” As I start to mumble a protest, he covers my lips with his fingers. “Do you like me?”

I look into his chocolate-colored eyes, powerless to do anything except nod. It’s like he’s got me under some kind of spell. A horny spell.

He takes my hand, and says, “I like you, too.”

Then he kisses me. He tastes of coffee and chocolate, and it makes me want to eat him up. His almost-naked form presses against me, as does the unmistakable bulge of his cock. I abandon the cloth and respond to his kiss, slip my arms around him and caress the smooth, slim, and yet athletic body beneath my hands. And it is well worth caressing—the blood thundering wildly in my veins testifies to that fact. What’s unusual is that I usually like my men big and beefy, capable of throwing me around in the bedroom, but there’s just something about him, with his narrow hips and tight bottom that make me tingle in all the right places.

As I begin to lose myself in his kiss, he pulls away. I open my mouth to protest then shut it promptly when he slips to the door, flips the lock, and rejoins me. Looking down, I see his erection making a sizable tent in his underwear. My pussy throbs. I want him. He follows my gaze, gives a wicked grin and shrugs, then kisses me again.

Maneuvering his hand between our bodies, Luciano slips it under my skirt, pulls the gusset of my knickers to one side, and touches my pussy. I’m already wet, and more juices begin to flow as he expertly strokes my slippery folds and teases my clit. I tremble a little. All these weeks of abstinence, and then he comes along. No wonder I’m so fucking horny. There’s plenty to be said for masturbation, but it doesn’t compare to the real thing. Especially not with him.


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Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

New Release: Cheeky Spanking Stories

Cheeky Spanking StoriesWow, this book has been a long time in coming. It was a very long time ago that I received the acceptance for this story from the fabulous Rachel Kramer Bussel, and now it’s here!

Cheeky Spanking Stories doesn’t officially release until Tuesday, but I noticed that the paperback version is shipping from Amazon.com and The Book Depository, so if you want a print version, you can get your hands on it already. You can pre-order the Kindle edition, too.

Here’s a snippet from my spanking story, The Perfect Dom, which (I believe) is the first story in the book – woohoo!

“Spank me. Is that an invitation?”

Shit. Mia had completely forgotten about him. Her flatmate, Katy, had asked if it was okay if her brother could stay on their sofa for a couple of nights. His own place was being fitted with a new bathroom and conditions over there weren’t exactly tantamount to hygiene. Mia had been rushing around in order to get to work and hadn’t really been paying attention, so she’d just agreed and then promptly forgotten.

Now, however, she was being treated to a huge and incredibly embarrassing reminder. Katy was on a nightshift at the hospital so when Mia had woken up at 9p.m.—her own body clock being on that of working in the club, though tonight was her night off—she’d deemed it safe to wander to the kitchen to get a drink in what she was wearing.

Big mistake. Alex was sitting on the sofa, an eyebrow quirked and a leering grin on his face. He held his iPad, and earphones hung around his neck. He’d obviously been watching a film or playing some ridiculous game before Mia had flipped the light on and sauntered through the living room in nothing but a skimpy vest and hotpants. The hotpants were, of course, what he was referring to. The fuchsia garment had SPANK ME emblazoned across the ass in large black lettering.

Mia gave Alex a look that would have turned a lesser man to stone. He, however, simply grinned even more widely, then said, “Well? Do you need a firm hand to that luscious butt of yours? Like a spanking, do you?”

Mia sighed. “Shut up, Alex. It’s none of your business. I’m just getting a drink. Get back to your damn gadget and leave me alone.”

“Oooh, someone’s defensive. I’m just saying, you must have them for a reason. A statement like that printed on your backside would definitely be construed as an invitation in my book.”

“Well, maybe it is an invitation, Alex. But it’s certainly not directed at you. Now if you’d kindly stop passing judgement on my non-existent sex life I’ll get my drink and get out of your way.”

Without giving him chance to reply, Mia flounced off into the kitchen and made herself a drink of squash. As she stood at the sink, Alex’s voice came from right behind her, startling her and making her drop the glass. Luckily, it fell a mere couple of inches into the sink, but it didn’t stop Mia turning furiously to Alex to give him a piece of her mind.

“What?!” Alex said, his hands spread wide in supplication as he received yet another cool stare. “All I said was that if the invitation was directed at me, I’d definitely take you up on it. And I’d do it right, too.”

Mia felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger colour and heat her face as Alex’s gaze assessed her from top to bottom. Much to her surprise, a further jolt of heat hit her groin and her nipples stiffened against the thin material of her vest top. She put it down to the fact that she was going through a dry patch. After all, if you go long enough without a good seeing to, people you wouldn’t normally consider start to look more and more attractive. Any port in a storm and all that. And as for Alex’s boast that he’d do it right, well…

“Really? I’d like to see you try.”

So, if you to read saucy spanking stories, you’ve come to the right place. Get your copy of Cheeky Spanking Stories here.