Menage with meaning?

Today I'm promoting the wonderful Victoria Blisse and her new story "Vanilla with Extra Nuts". Enjoy!

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Menage with meaning?

Vanilla with Extra Nuts is the story of three people working out a relationship, it’s not an easy thing and it is especially difficult for Megan as she didn’t realise her boyfriend was Bi and she certainly didn’t know he had a male lover as well as her. The story focuses on the way she works this through, how she decides her love for Adam means she’s willing to be open-minded about the way their relationship works. She was expecting the usual boy meets girl romance but has to work out what to do with the extra man in the equation.

Excerpt

Adam kissed me, cutting off my moans and muffling my gasps. Two tongues invaded me and teased me to the very heights of ecstasy. I was overloaded with the different touches and strokes over my body and I knew in a matter of moments I would explode. Then Simon stopped and I think I whimpered.

“Not yet, love, not yet.” Simon cooed and winked at me as I pouted down at him. “Damn, you and Adam make a fan-fucking-tastic cocktail. I always thought you would. I want to drink from your freshly fucked pussy on a regular basis now. It’s addictive.” I blushed but I smiled too. However, the smile was soon replaced as my jaw dropped. Simon parted Adam’s thighs and placed his juice covered lips around the very hard cock of my boyfriend. I’ve never seen a man give a blowjob before, nope never, so as well as being as hot as hell I found watching Simon’s technique very enlightening.

He used his hands to tease and stroke Adam’s balls almost constantly and he kept up a steady rhythm. I ran a finger through my sticky folds as I watched eagerly and took note. Simon pulled away suddenly and it was Adam’s turn to whimper with disappointment.

“You know I love your cock, baby,” Simon purred, “but right now I want to feel that gorgeous pussy wrapped around my dick. You don’t mind, do you, buddy?”

“No, no, I completely understand. Go ahead man, fuck her. I can see she’s gagging for it.”

My jaw dropped in disbelief at the way Adam just treated me like some kind of possession, but I said nothing because I really did want to be fucked and I was, as he’d said, gagging for it. Simon moved back between my thighs and leaned over to the bedside table. He opened the little drawer and pulled out a condom. Obviously he was used to Adam’s habits and for a minute I felt the old feelings of jealousy and upset overcoming me, but as Simon sat back on his heels, peeled open the packet, and rolled the condom over his thick cock I forgot all that and the lust over took my emotions once again.

Adam pressed his cheek against mine as we both craned our necks to watch Simon’s cock press between my lips. I felt so cherished, so sexy in that moment as one hot guy slipped inside of me and another held me close in his arms. Adam and I both watched enraptured for a few moments as Simon’s cock worked in and out of my slippery cunt. I was on fire, my cheeks and my chest were enflamed with heat. I tingled all over, my skin so sensitive every subtle touch brought me ever closer to orgasm.

Adam kissed me and his hand ran down over my stomach. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his lips on mine. It was such a strange sensation to have one man fuck you and one man kiss you, but it was good and something I wanted to experience again and again. I groaned when his fingers slipped down to my clit. As Simon fucked me Adam rubbed me just how I liked.

Adam’s lips left mine and again we were cheek to cheek watching what happened between my thighs. I found it hard to hold my eyes open, the pleasure grew in intensity and I didn’t want to miss one moment of this amazing experience. But eventually the sensations became too much and the ecstasy shot through me with such power my eyelids rattled shut as a desperate, orgasmic scream ripped from me.

A New Release from Victoria Blisse.

Vanilla with Extra Nuts is a ménage story, featuring two hot guys and one shy and sexy vanilla girl. Here’s the blurb:

She’s just a vanilla girl until she finds her perfect toppings.

Megan is slowly falling in love with Adam until he confesses he's seeing a guy behind her back. She thinks the relationship has been ruined until the night she indulges in a threesome with the man she loves and Simon, his lover.

As much as she enjoys being sandwiched between the two men she's not sure the arrangement can last. So Megan has to decide.

Can she come to terms with sharing the man she adores with his male lover or will she have to say goodbye to her soulmate forever?

Pick up your copy from:

Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/Vanilla-Extra-Group-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00BI4T13E/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1361345944&sr=8-4&tag=sexy00-21

Amazon.co.uk http://www.amazon.co.uk/Vanilla-Extra-Group-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00BI4T13E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361345833&sr=8-1&tag=sexy00-21

All Romance Ebooks https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-vanillawithextranuts-1076497-144.html?referrer=9d8e54f3ce71ca2554b388837ebb07e6

Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's Resident "Naked Chef") and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest

 

Clandestine Classic acceptance!

It’s been a while since I posted, and it’s great to be finally back with some good news – the Clandestine Classic that I’ve been working on for Total-e-Bound has been accepted! Yay!

For those of you that don’t remember, Total-e-Bound’s first clutch of Clandestine Classic novels were released last year to a wave of publicity, some positive, some less so. In fact, some sites implied that the writers involved were plagiarists, that they were desecrating classic novels, and that they were obviously incapable of getting published under their own steam. All of which was ridiculous, of course. The writers in question were already published multiple times, the novels were out of copyright, and the original authors were credited for their own work. And let’s not forget that for everyone who didn’t want to read the sexual exploits of Heathcliff, Jane Eyre, Mina Harker, the original novels were still available. No damage had been done to them.

And actually, I’ve found that the new line has drawn my attention to novels I previously knew nothing about. While several in the series I had already read, I’ve now been introduced to such works as Dracula, Tarzan of the Apes and the Sherlock Holmes stories, which now have pride of place on my Kindle. Hardly a disaster for literature!

Unfortunately, I’m not able to say yet which novel I’ve been working on, but as soon as I can, I’ll be back here with an update. I’m looking forward to the edits, which are the next stage of the journey. In the meantime I’m working on another short and two novellas, one being a sequel to I Heard Your Voice, which I hope to have finished in a few weeks.

So best to all, and watch this space!

Third Day of Blissemas

In my house, I am definitely the Christmas fairy. I love everything about it – the dark nights lit with fairy lights, the decorations, the gifts, the food, the music. My husband, on the other hand, loathes the very name of Christmas, so it’s up to me to provide the good cheer.

And one of my favourite things about Christmas happens to be right beside my workplace – the Christkindelmarkt.

For me, this sums up everything about the season of goodwill. Stall upon stall of handcrafted gifts – I’ve treated myself to brightly-lit crystals, handmade mugs, Russian dolls and wind lights. Other stalls sell traditional food, from wurst, pretzels and potato pancakes to chocolate-coated fruit kebabs, marshmallows and truffles. And of course, many flavours of hot mulled wine, mead and German beer.

It’s been a long year and a pretty rough one for me, but Christmas never fails to cheer me up. So I’ll be celebrating with a glass of mulled wine and hanging twinkling lights in my window.

Merry Blissemas!

Promoting Victoria Blisse!

Today I'm promoting Victoria Blisse's new self-published book "Proving Santa Exists". I'll be downloading it to my Kindle straight away and, after reading the hot excerpt below, I hope you all will too!

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When Jonathan transfers from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions. 

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?
 

Excerpt.

"How are you enjoying your Christmas so far?" I ask, the film credits fading into the background.

"It's been amazing," Jonathan enthuses as his eyes meet mine, then a serious shadow darkens their flame. "Christmas was never anything special when I was a kid. We never had a tree. The home said it cost too much and it was a fire hazard."

I tut and shake my head.

"The highlight was the Santa. We knew he wasn't real, just a man dressed as Santa. He'd bring each of us a toy. I got a little car one year. I still have it."

 "How come you knew it wasn't the real Father Christmas?"

"Because we knew there was no real Santa. They told us so all the time. They told us not to get our hopes up because Santa didn't exist and wouldn't bring us what we wanted on Christmas Eve."

“What?" I'm outraged. I feel my blood boiling with the harsh cruelty of it. "Santa does exist."

"You don't believe that, do you?" He shakes his head, his eyes wide.

 "Yes, yes I do." I nod my head emphatically. "Maybe not in the way a child does, but I heartily believe in the spirit of Father Christmas. I believe in the meaning behind the make-believe. My faith is in the giving, which is the true centre of the festive season—the heart of it all. It's all about making life better for other people and, through that, enhancing your own life. Santa definitely exists."

Suddenly, those lips are on mine again, and his arms wrap around me. I feel his cheek against my skin. I feel moisture there: the trail of a tear. I close my eyes and kiss back, giving. I give him the softest, gentlest kiss I can. I want him to feel cherished. My heart throbs in pain at the harshness he’s suffered in his life. I want to smooth over all those rough edges; I want him to see what I mean about Father Christmas existing.

 I pull him closer to me. My arms wrap tighter around him, and I stroke his back to offer comfort. Our lips, in contrast, are joined lustfully. With every small move, I feel my heart beat harder and faster. I become dizzy with the speed at which the blood is whizzing around my body, making every inch of me zing with the created friction and heat. His body presses me back against the sofa arm, twisting my own beneath him.

His lips leave mine and kiss a fizzing trail of pleasure down my neck to my collar bone. His hands rise from their position on my hips to slide under my loose-fitting red jumper and up higher to cup my breasts. The shock of his cool hands through the thin, lacy gauze is deliciously arousing. I groan my appreciation as his fingers dig into the cups and ease out the masses of abundant tit-flesh beneath. Pushing the wool of my jumper up with the tops of his wrists, his lips leave the soft flesh at the hollow of my neck.

Moments later, after my jumper is completely removed, their warm wetness encompasses my nipple, sending even more intense ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him shift until he's on his knees in front of me. One of my legs is still on the floor, the other is crossed in front of my pubis. I slip a hand between our bodies, running it under his shirt, feeling that soft, supple skin that I've only just glimpsed before. I follow the soft trail of hair down from his belly button to the top of his jeans. I feel more than hear the moan he emits from around my nipple as I pop open the brass button, then slide down the zipper.

 I can't believe I am being so forward, but as he doesn't move to stop me, I yank his jeans and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs. My action emboldens him and he moves back, allowing me to spread my thighs around him. Jonathan strokes down to my legs and pulls up the full length of long, billowing skirt, his mouth still feasting on the white meat of my breasts. A hand of mine rubs through the wiry hair trailing down to his cock. When my flesh touches his, I melt. He's hard and hot and very willing.

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk or follow and friend Victoria: http://twitter.com/victoriablisse http://facebook.com/victoriablisse

Links: 

Amazon.co.uk

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00A7FJ6WQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00A7FJ6WQ&linkCode=as2&tag=sexy00-21

Amazon.com

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00A7FJ6WQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00A7FJ6WQ&linkCode=as2&tag=sexy00-21

And this link on Victoria's website covers both links and has a blurb/excerpt for people too:

http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/blissemas-tales-proving-santa-exists