Saturday, March 24, 2012

So What's in a Snog?

By Victoria Blisse (Guest Blogger)

Actually, maybe I should start out with what IS a snog, here’s a dictionary definition:

snog (verb): to touch with the lips or press the lips (against someone's mouth or other body part) as an expression of love, greeting, etc.; (noun) the act of using the lips in this way.

So basically, it’s a kiss and luckily it alliterates with Sunday and that folks is how the Sunday Snog was born. I wanted to find something to do to drive up my weekend traffic and thought of all the words that’d sit well with ‘Sunday’ and made some kind of sense to me as a writer of erotic romance and boom:

So, if you’ve not seen a Sunday snog yet here’s how it goes. I post up a kissing scene from one of my stories. Kissing can be lip to lip but it doesn’t have to be. Authors are encouraged to get creative! Once my snog is in place I add a list widget to the end of my post and ask people to join in with their own kisses. Check out my back list to see what I mean:

I am a big fan of kissing in life and in my writing. The first kiss between two characters is among one of my very favourite things to write. I think that Cher got it right, it is in his kiss and I find out a lot about my characters when they kiss. They can show so much emotion through just the meeting of lips. It’s a very emotional and intimate thing and an incredibly hot action too, especially when the kissing slips down from the lips and hits other body parts.

As a spin off from the Sunday Snog we created Blisse Kiss. I’m not using the royal ‘we’ here, I’m talking about myself and my husband, Kevin Mitnik web designer extraordinaire. Blisse Kiss was designed to be a one stop shop for all things kiss related. It has free reads over flowing with kisses, every Sunday Snog is archived there and we have special events once a month where Sunday Snoggers give away prizes.

And funnily enough there’s one starting tomorrow. Blisse Kiss with Heart is designed to showcase the good that we can do with our words. Authors will be sharing snogs from works where some or all of the profits go to charity. This is something near and dear to my heart as Erotic Altruism, as Alessia Brio calls it, brought me into the world of publishing to begin with.

I have a story in the very first Coming Together Anthology which was my first ever published tale. I love how we can have so much fun reading and writing hot erotica and do our bit for charity at the same time!

Blisse Kiss with Heart runs from the 25th -31st March and every author who joins in will be giving away a prize! So if you pop over to tomorrow and every day next week you will have many chances to win yourself a prize or maybe even multiple prizes! Cool, huh?

Now after all this kiss talk I couldn’t leave you without a kiss could I? So here’s an excerpt that contains a couple of teasing kisses from Naughty Rendezvous.


I love walking like this, so close to him. I love the way he rubs against me, the way I can feel his body heat. I love the feel of his arm as I grasp it and again I think of grasping hold of Joe and bracing myself as he plunges inside me with that throbbing cock.

Damn, I’m horny, so fucking horny I want to just push him up against the door and fuck him here on my doorstep.

“Are you all right?” Joe’s voice breaks into my daydream and I look up and blush.

“Oh yes, sorry, I was just thinking.” I duck my head down and look for my keys. Then he moves closer, his mouth beside to my ear.

“Thinking what?” I feel, as well as hear, his whisper. I look up from my search and move my head to the side. Our eyes meet and suddenly I am leaning in and placing a kiss upon his lips.

“Nice,” he whispers, “but I still want to know what you were thinking. I bet it was naughty.”

I blush once again and put the key in the door. Then his hand comes down on top of mine, his body just behind me, his mouth by my ear.

“It was, wasn’t it? What were you thinking, Leanna, please tell me.”

I feel butterflies in my stomach. I am not sure if I’m scared or excited or embarrassed or even a mix of all three but I speak. Haltingly I stutter, “I was thinking about holding on to your arms as you slide your - your - yourself into me.”

His hand lifts from mine and I hear him softly moan. I finish turning the key and walk into my hallway. I am aware that Joe is still right behind me and he’s helping me as I shrug off my coat.

I can sense the thump, thump, thump of my heart echoing inside my head. My blood must be whizzing around at hyper speed as I feel all my extremities tingle, all from that moan, that tiny little moan of pleasure. I don’t care about my embarrassment now. I play that soft exhalation of air over and over again in my mind. Taking a breath, I turn round to face him.

“Would you like a drink?” I keep my voice level although I feel less than level inside.

“Yeah, sure.” Joe smiles at me, his cheeks flushed. From the cold, I wonder, or maybe the kiss?

“OK, the living room is on your left,” I call over my shoulder as I walk straight to my kitchen. “I’ll see you in there in a minute.”

I take my time as I put on the kettle, find the coffee granules and grab a mug. I’ve got to calm down, but oh, am I desperate for some action. What is it now? Well, over a year since I last had sex. No wonder I’m gagging for it. I’ve got to halt these rampaging hormones; I’m a respectable mother now, not a horny teenager.

Suddenly large hands are upon my hips and I feel breath on my ear. I jump a little, startled and horny once more. His lips brush against my ear lobe and I tilt my head, throwing my hazel curls to the side. The lips slip down and press against my throat. I gulp and they kiss my flesh again, harder this time. A moan escapes from betwixt my own parted lips.

“Is that my coffee?" Joe’s lips are no longer upon my throat and his hand has reached around and picked up his drink. Without waiting for a reply, he picks it up and strides off into the living room.

Left stunned, a spark of remembered conversation about teasing pops into my mind. We’d talked about flirting, anticipation and making the moment last. So that’s what he’s doing. I had told him how much I love to be teased. I told him I wanted to be turned on until I was a raging cacophony of lust and screaming for release. My cheeks redden. Joe knows all my wants and desires. I’ve told them all to him.

But equally as obvious: I know Joe. Two can play at his game!


Thanks Lisabet for letting me visit today and get all snogtastic with you guys! I hope to see you over at this week where you can win prizes galore and do your bit for charity too.


Lisabet Sarai said...

Hey, Victoria!

Welcome back to BR. I love your snogs. Your characters can make a kiss last for long paragraphs (mine seem all too eager to move on to other things... ;^) )

Robin Glasser said...

Hi Victoria,
gonna ckout your snogs...when are you gonna do some shags...hehehehehe
big apple kisses,

Janice Seagraves said...

I learned what a snog is from Harry Potter. Well, actually my daughter explained it to me, lol.

Love your snog and excerpt.


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