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Sunday Snog – Nimble Fingers

Sunday Snog

Here’s a saucy snippet from my story, Nimble Fingers, which is a hot virgin lesbian story featured in I Kissed a Girl, from Black Lace.

Sam grabbing my wrist and pulling me to a just-vacated cubicle suddenly shook me from my thoughts. We crammed into the tiny space, and she reached over me to lock the door. Just as I thought she was about to pounce, she unbuttoned her jeans before wriggling them and her panties down and crouching over the porcelain. Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of peeing. She looked up at me and my face must have been a picture because she laughed.

“What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen another woman pee before?”

“Of course I have, I just …” I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t very well admit that I was thinking she’d been about to seduce me. How arrogant would that have sounded?

She stood up, completely unabashed and grabbed some paper to wipe herself, before pulling up her jeans and fastening them. She shuffled around to let me use the facilities and she watched me as I went. By this point, I was pretty confused. Did she want me or not? Or was she just teasing?

I didn’t have to wonder much longer. When I was all buttoned up and ready to go, Sam pushed me against the cold tiled wall of the cubicle and kissed me. Her body felt alien against mine, breasts pushing against my breasts, long hair tickling my collarbones and no hard lump in the groin. It felt different … but incredible. I relaxed into the embrace and opened my mouth to admit her tongue. Her lips were soft, as was her approach. It was passionate and intimate rather than rough. Her hand cupped my face and pulled me more tightly to her as she explored my mouth.

I felt my pussy getting hotter, and my juices starting to flow. Then, just as I was starting to get used to the feeling of kissing another woman and being ready to reciprocate more fully, she pulled away.

“Come on,” she said, “before the guys send out a search party. We’ll finish this later.”

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October 7, 2012
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Sunday Snog – In Search of Bookcases

Sunday Snog

Here’s a saucy snippet from my story, In Search of Bookcases, which is a hot older man/younger woman story featured in Cougars and Jackals, from Xcite Books.

I simply stared at him.

‘Come on, Sophia. Help me out here. I went to all this trouble to get you here, the least you could do is let me know if I’m barking up the wrong tree or not. I thought you liked me, but my radar could be off.’

‘No.’ I said, more forcefully than I’d intended. He looked crushed, obviously getting the wrong end of the stick, ‘I mean, no, you’re not barking up the wrong tree. I like you, too. A lot.’

‘Well, I’m glad we got that cleared up. They were very nice knickers, by the way. I’m sure they don’t leave much to the imagination, though.’

‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ I retorted, my embarrassment making me defensive.

‘Now you come to mention it, I’d love to. May I?’

I said nothing, just nodded. Declan put his burdens down on a randomly placed table and came to relieve me of mine – including the goddamn pen. Then he moved back towards me and took my face in his hands. As he leaned down to kiss me, I closed my eyes and slid my arms around his waist, relaxing into him.

Sliding my hands onto his buttocks, I pulled him to me, feeling his erection already straining against his jeans. I moaned into his mouth, and that noise seemed to flip a switch in us both. Our movements went from sensual to frenzied in a millisecond. Picking me up, Declan walked over to a rug on the floor and deposited me on it unceremoniously. Tugging off his T-shirt, he revealed a body that many a younger man would have been jealous of. He didn’t have a six-pack or pecs of steel, but he was toned and – I reached up to find out for myself – hard. He had a dusting of fine hair, and a treasure trail that led enticingly to his crown jewels.

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Sunday Snog – Ditched

Sunday Snog

Ditched Here’s a saucy snippet from Ditched, my first m/m story, which was released on Wednesday, and got a silver star on All Romance eBooks in less than 12 hours!

“Well,” Scott said, his grin widening, “that’s very interesting.”

“It is?” Stone frowned, still half-expecting the other man to punch him in the face. He’d never shown any inclination toward homophobia before, but then Stone had never told him he liked men before.

“Yes,” Scott moved closer still, until they were almost toe-to-toe, “because I happen to bat for both sides, too.”

Stone’s jaw almost hit the floor. Of all the words that could have come out of the other man’s mouth, he was not expecting that particular combination. He couldn’t believe it—Scott liked men, too? The blond, blue-eyed, muscular, towering hottie was bi? And even more strangely, it appeared that Scott was interested in him, too. Either that or he’d suddenly forgotten about the unspoken personal space rules between people who weren’t intimate.

“Y—you do?”

Instead of replying, Scott slipped his hand behind Stone’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. Stone’s semi immediately snapped to attention, and after spending a couple of seconds wondering if he’d somehow fallen asleep and was dreaming, he returned the other man’s kiss. A thought popped into his head that they might be caught—and the consequences would be so severe they didn’t even bear thinking about—but then he shoved it away, reasoning with himself that they were the only people on the plain for miles, and if the helicopter approached, they’d hear it before they could see it. Therefore, the people in the chopper wouldn’t be able to see them, either. And by the time they could, the two men would be standing meters apart, acting normal. Probably.

Having put his mind at rest, Stone relaxed and allowed himself to fully enjoy the kiss. And what a kiss it was. A combination of having fancied Scott for ages; thinking it would never happen because the other man was straight; and the fact they were effectively making out in work time made an already super-hot kiss positively explosive. His cock pressed insistently against the inside of his boxers and combats, a firm reminder he hadn’t used it in a while.

You can get your hands on Ditched here.

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Sunday Snog – Within the Crumbling Walls

Sunday Snog

Here’s a saucy snippet from Within the Crumbling Walls, my Rome-set erotic story from the Smut in the City anthology, which contains hot city-themed erotic stories, edited by myself and Victoria Blisse.

Leaning on a barrier and looking out, Libby saw that arena “floor” was not an accurate description. At one end of the enormous structure, a wooden base had been erected, but the rest of the oval was open, displaying what lay beneath. It looked like a labyrinth, and suddenly she became aware of an English-speaking tour guide telling his group the history of the place. She eavesdropped for a while, then fell to thinking how lucky she was to have been born in this day and age. She’d never know anyone who’d be thrown to their deaths in such a place—or be forced to watch them killed in such a brutal manner.

A little shudder ran down her spine as she thought of the horrific violence that had taken place in the structure. Yet now it sat majestic and even quite serene as thousands of tourists per day wandered within its boundaries. Her morbid thoughts reminded her how alive she was, and what a good life she had. A great job, fantastic boyfriend, and the means to be here, in Rome, visiting the Colosseum. Not everyone was so fortunate.

As if he’d read her thoughts, Ciaran slipped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, and pressed a kiss to her hair.

“It’s great, isn’t it?” he said, grinning down at her. “Such an interesting place, and yet it has such a horrible history.”

Libby nodded. “I was just thinking something pretty similar myself.”

“Ah, you see, great minds think alike.” He leaned down to kiss her and she returned it eagerly, closing her eyes and opening her mouth to admit his tongue. With the sun beating down on her and her previous thoughts of feeling very alive, Libby suddenly felt horny. Despite her dislike of over the top public displays of affection, she managed to forget the crowds that were milling round them and enjoyed a long and delicious kiss with Ciaran. She only pulled away when her hormone level suddenly shot up to fever pitch and urged her to take things to the next level.

She stepped back a little, opening her eyes and squinting in the sudden light. Then she sucked in a lungful of air and felt her cheeks heat up as she realised she’d just gotten hot and heavy with her man in front of dozens of complete strangers. Not that it would have been better if it had been dozens of people she knew—but still, they’d gone way past a chaste kiss on the lips in public, and now she was embarrassed.

Giving Ciaran a wry grin, she nodded in the direction they needed to go to see the rest of the Colosseum, and asked, “Ready to see everything else?”

“Sure am, baby.” His eyes glinted with amusement, and if she wasn’t mistaken, arousal. Libby’s gaze flicked down to her boyfriend’s crotch, and a fresh rush of heat rushed to both her cheeks and her groin when she saw the erection he was sporting pressing against his cargo trousers. It wouldn’t have been nearly so noticeable had he been wearing jeans, but of course, it was far too hot for denim. And now, as her libido went crazy, Libby decided it was far too hot for any clothes at all, and wished more than anything that the crowds would disappear and leave her and Ciaran totally alone and able to act on their lust.

Unfortunately, the crowds didn’t disappear. They didn’t even lessen, and Libby was left with the choice of sucking it up and continuing their visit, or grabbing Ciaran and dragging him all the way back to their hotel for sex. That would mean going back on the Metro, avoiding smelly people and pickpockets, then heading through the busy area they were staying in—and all in extreme heat. She shook her head. No, she’d shove her sudden friskiness to the back of her mind and act on it later. For now, they had an ancient monument to explore. They wouldn’t be in Rome again any time soon, so they should make the most of it.

You can get your hands on Smut in the City here.

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Sunday Snog – We Love Lucy

Sunday Snog

Here’s a saucy snippet from Double Vision, which is a military erotic romance story from the We Love Lucy anthology, which contains ten of my short erotic tales.

Clomping up the stairs in his heavy boots, Paul thought, as he often did, how lucky he was to have Becky. Many of the guys he worked with complained that their sex life had dwindled the longer they’d been with their partner. Of course, Paul and Becky weren’t quite the rampant teenagers they’d been when they got together, but they still had sex several times a week. And it was rarely a single-position repetition of the last time they’d done it.

Paul knew that Becky loved him in uniform – she often accosted him on his return from work and dragged him straight to bed. Being a man, he certainly wasn’t complaining, After all, it was really no different from him getting off on her wearing sexy outfits – much like the one she had on now.

Becky let go of Paul’s hand and sauntered to the bed. She turned and sat, looking at him. As her gaze raked him from top to bottom, he felt his cock beginning to stir beneath his combats.

Becky took in the delicious sight of her husband and felt her pussy pulse in response. Everything, from the regulation boots to the beret on his head, screamed “fuck me!” And that’s exactly what Becky intended to do.

“Come here, gorgeous,” she said, in what she hoped was a seductive tone, “let me look at you.”

Paul moved towards the bed, his cock rapidly hardening in anticipation. Becky reached out and grabbed his belt, yanking him towards her. Immediately, her hands grasped his t-shirt and untucked it from his trousers, sliding it high up his torso. Her lips met naked skin. She kissed his smooth, muscular stomach, then licked him, her tongue riding the ridges of his six pack.

Playfully, she poked her tongue into his belly-button. She could feel the heat emanating from his groin and couldn’t wait to get her hands on his cock, but she knew it was worth waiting for. She slid her hands up to his nipples and tweaked them, grinning into his stomach as she felt him flinch. She released his nipples and moved her hands back down his body, purposely dragging her nails, not-so-gently, across his skin as she did so.

Without hesitation, Becky undid Paul’s belt and combats, almost drooling in anticipation of what was beneath. And Paul had a surprise of his own – nothing. He’d gone commando today, so that all Becky had to do was reach down and manoeuvre his prick out of his trousers and into her waiting mouth.

Paul groaned at the sensation of his wife’s hot wet tongue on his bell-end. She licked the shiny, purple head like it was an ice cream, lightly flicking into the tiny hole at the end and lapping up his pre-cum. Paul reached down and tangled his fingers in her hair for leverage. Smiling inwardly at her husband’s impatience, Becky reached round to his buttocks, grasped them tightly and pulled him towards her, causing his cock to slide deeper and deeper into her throat. Soon, she could take no more and it took all of Paul’s concentration not to come as he felt her gag reflexes tighten around his shaft.

“Babe,” Paul said, his voice husky with lust, “you’re going to have to stop that or I’ll come. It feels bloody amazing.”

Sliding his dick slowly out from between her lips, Becky replied, “Well, that’s kind of the plan.”

You can get your hands on We Love Lucy here.

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Sunday Snog – Dodging

Sunday Snog

Here’s a snog-tastic snippet from Smut by the Sea, which is an erotic anthology that I co-edited with Victoria Blisse. It also contains my story, Dodging.

“Wow,” he said, standing so close to me that we were almost touching, “you found a great place for us to be alone. Anyone would think you planned it!”

I was grateful that the shade from the cliffs hid my blush. I shrugged. “I come here a lot, is all. I’ve been exploring this beach since I could walk!”

“Well,” he replied, moving so I was trapped between his considerable frame and the chalky wall behind me, “I’m very glad you did.”

Then, he leaned down and kissed me. Part of me wanted to protest—hey, I’m meant to be seducing you, not the other way around!—but as his large, strong hands cupped my face and his warm slippery tongue demanded access to my mouth, I realised I didn’t care. The end result was going to be the same.

I closed my eyes and my head swam with dizzying lust as Finlay’s skilled mouth licked, sucked and nibbled at mine. His hands moved from my face and down my body, gripping my hips and pulling me closer to him. I felt the insistent press of his erection through his combats and a fresh burst of arousal zipped to my groin. At this rate I was going to melt into a puddle of sexy hormones on the sand and get washed away when the tide came in.

Since Finlay had made the first move, throwing me off my stride, my hands were still hanging uselessly by my sides. Realising I could be doing something far more interesting with them, I shucked my bag off my shoulder onto the sand, then reached up to grab the impressive biceps that had so captivated me when I’d first spotted him. I squeezed, enjoying the feel of hard muscle beneath warm skin, and wondering how best to take advantage of the great strength Finlay clearly had.

He pressed me harder into the cliff face, and I rolled my hips in response, desperate to get some friction on my neglected clit. A rumble of laughter came from deep inside his chest, and he slipped a hand between our bodies and cupped my pubic mound. I couldn’t help it, I ground against him like a horny teenager, wanting more, wanting his cock thrusting inside me and fucking us both into blissful oblivion. I pulled away from our kiss and said as much—though not nearly as eloquently. He laughed again.

“Far be it for me to deprive a lady. But first—” he backed away and undid my jeans, then pulled them and my thong down in one go, “—I want to eat your pussy.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that sexy sentiment, so I kicked off one of my shoes and helped Finlay as he slid the denim down and off my leg. Then he grabbed my ankle and hoisted it so my foot rested on his shoulder. I placed the flats of my hands against the rock behind me, bracing myself for what I hoped would be a true oral delight. I wasn’t disappointed.

You can get your hands on Smut by the Sea here.

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!

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