Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot.

By Victoria Blisse

Hello, Lisabet and readers!

It’s a pleasure to be here today to promote my work with Coming Together. I’m really lucky to be able to say that I’ve been involved with all this erotic altruism from the start. In fact my story “Not What You See, What You Feel” is the very first story in the very first Coming Together volume! http://www.eroticanthology.com/v1.htm

I love the idea of authors coming together and using their talents to benefit good causes. We all lead such busy lives and I know that we all have budgets and so it’s hard to contribute to charity as much as we’d like too. However when you pick up a volume of Coming Together Erotica you get a book full of hot treats and you give all that dosh you’ve contributed (minus a little for processing in some cases) to a good cause. I mean, you just can’t lose.

I’m going to focus on my other Coming Together story today. It’s called "Flaming Hot" and appears in the Coming Together: Under Fire anthology as well as being available as an individual title. All profits go to aid the victims of the 2007 Southern California wildfires. It’s a sweet little tease about a lady who has bought some very hot (and expensive) lingerie and is hoping to persuade him it was worth the money spent by seducing him in her prized purchases.

Here’s an excerpt for you!

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Now I remember exactly why we don't light this damn thing often. I've got a splinter in my finger, my hair is pulled from its confines in frustration, and there's soot and ash smudged all over my cheeks and arms! But, oh, it is comforting to have a real fire burning in the grate.

"Shit," I hiss, glancing at my watch. I can't waste time admiring the flickering flames that I brought forth any longer, I need to change and get organised. He'll be home from work in just an hour. I quickly strip off my white, soot-marked T-shirt and the plain bra beneath it. I quickly wash off all the muck from my skin and head to the bedroom.

I pick up the red lacy bra and smile. It called to me as I was shopping for an everyday, comfortable kind of bra. I was necessity shopping, and I really didn't have the time or money to entertain frivolity. However, the deep scarlet lace and the vibrant orange and yellow flames embroidered onto it seemed to pull me in. When I saw the cute knickers to match, I was a goner. I tried them on, hoping they'd be uncomfortable, praying they'd be too tight—but no; they fit snugly, and they looked good.

I'm not a loud lingerie buyer, but as I stood behind that thick blue curtain of the dressing room staring into the mirror, I decided I had to have this soft, lacy sexiness. In fact, I wanted to stride into the store proper and show everyone how sexy I looked in it. Thank God, I did resist the temptation.

I wish I'd resisted the temptation to buy them too, because I'm not sure my husband will understand my expensive urge. Hence, the plan.

I wriggle into the red lace panties, the flames licking up the V of my crotch and heating me. Adding the bra that sets my breasts on fire, I notice my hardened nipples as they swish against the luxurious fabric. I spot myself with my favourite perfume and let my hair down from the tight clip I typically use to hold it in place. The curls tumble onto my shoulders and add another swirl of sensuality to my look.

The plan is to surprise Sean when he comes home from work tonight. I plan to lure him into sex in front of the roaring fire, and then I hope he will overlook the expense of the outfit that made his wife so damned horny. I'm sure it'll work, especially as he's been complaining about the lack of sex in recent times. I don't deal well with stress, and it's been a time and a half with the inspectors at work and all the extra paperwork that entails. But, it's all over now, and we passed with flying colours. And now, I have new flame undies that get me hot. Life couldn't get much better.

The clothes inspired the fire idea. The lovely old Victorian fireplace was one of the main reasons we bought this place, but I can count on one hand the number of times we've lit a fire in it. Today, it's all about flames. The flickering heat of the fire will compliment my outfit beautifully.

Another quick check of my watch before I take off the time piece, then I careen downstairs. He's due back any minute. I fill a deep plastic tub with ice and plunge a bottle of something fresh and bubbly into it then carry it carefully into the living room and place it on the coffee table at the end of the sofa.

The soft, furry rug that feels so good beneath my toes feels even better rubbing along my buttocks and thighs. I wiggle around to get comfortable and find myself wiggling more out of sheer arousal. The soft fibres brush gently over my soft, white flesh, and I lie down to feel them stimulating more skin.

The soft tickling on my shoulder blades is heavenly, but I am aware that Sean will walk through the door any minute. So, I need to find a more alluring position. I roll onto my side and look towards the door that leads into the hall way. I prop my head up on one hand, kink my top leg and rest my hand on that thigh. I concentrate on thinking sexy thoughts and hope that my eyes convey my mood.

After a few minutes, I feel my fingers going numb. A few minutes more, and I have pins and needles pricking my wrist and palms. I roll onto my back to shake and wiggle my arm and return the circulation to it.

"Where the hell is he?" I curse, fighting down the urge to strip off and sulk. It's probably just bad traffic. I calm myself with deep breaths, hypnotising myself with the rise and fall of my large breasts.

I forget the need to assume a new sexy pose as the tickling rug reminds me to revel in the sensuality of this moment. I run my hands down my chest and over my lace-covered breasts as I writhe against the soft fur and surprise myself by letting out a loud, low moan.

"Where the fuck is he?" I gasp, running my fingers over my stomach and down to my crotch. "He's missing all the fun." The heat of the fire plays up my legs and suffuses me, pushing lust to every nook and cranny. My fingers travel over the thin lace of my panties, teasing my puffy lips, and I feel the dampness seeping through.

"Fuck," I growl, rubbing my fingers over the damp material once again and tickling my eager clit. All I want to do is slip my hand inside my new knickers and wank. Yeah, I know that's a masculine term, harsh and unyielding, but that is just how I want to masturbate. I want to just fuck myself for the sake of fucking myself, to stimulate my cunt 'til I gush and squeeze and sigh.

And where is my damned husband? He should be home by now. I mean, even allowing for traffic, he should be home by now, here with me, helping me do something with all this pent up horniness. I really mean to pull my fingers away from my crotch. I even move my legs away from the fire intent on rolling to my side to wait like a good little wife, but as I curl my leg 'round, I press my fingers harder against my aching clit, and I find the temptation far too much to resist.

I run my fingers inside the soft rim of lace and, looking over to the door, I slip my fingers in. What could possibly be more alluring than finding your wife naked and writhing on the rug when you come in from work? I am definitely stroking my wet lips and parting them for his benefit.

Now, how can I masturbate and give a come hither look towards the door at the same time? I shift over onto my hip and keep my finger between my cunt lips quite easily. A slight bend of the knee and my free arm stretched long and nestled under my head as a pillow seems to work well for comfort and seduction.

It's not quite the hard, fast wank that I want, but there is a special kind of excitement in the confines of immobility. I can't quite touch myself in the way I want, and although I am feverishly rubbing, I only seem to be heightening my frustration. I'm getting hotter and hornier and more desperate just to roll onto my back and fuck myself, but I continue to tease myself, wanting to wait for him.

"Well, hell. Is it my birthday or something?"

"Sean," I gasp, my eyes fluttering open and my hand attempting to detangle itself from my underwear.

"No, leave it there." He grins, throwing off his jacket and pulling at his tie as he strides towards me. "Keep going. I want to enjoy the show."

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I hope you enjoyed this excerpt. Pick yourself up a copy and feel good for doing your bit for charity.

I want to do my bit so I’m going to give away a copy of Naughty Rendezvous to one lucky commenter today. Here’s what the book’s about.

Joe likes to tease and single mum Leanna loves it too. When they meet up for their first official date, the sparks fly but who's going to crack first? Will Joe's intimate questions and kiss and run tactics bring Leanna to her knees or will Leanna's curves, flashed in moments of exhibition drive Joe to rip off all her clothes and indulge his urges?

How will she react to Joe's domination and will she be turned on by his spankings? She's going to be a naughty girl, so she's bound to find out.

Leave me a comment and you’ll be entered to win, it’s as simple as that.

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Thanks for having me, Lisabet, it’s always a pleasure visiting you.