Sunday, July 3, 2016

Sunday Snog 233: Beefeater (#giveaway #freestory #sundaysnog)

Today I’ve got a multi-kiss excerpt from a kinky little story I originally wrote for Rachel Kramer Bussell’s anthology Crossdressing anthology. I wanted to create something a bit different (don’t I always?), so I penned this tale about a young English woman who fetishizes her uncle’s Tower Guard uniform, and gets her step-brother to help her realize her long-held fantasy.

When you’re done with my Sunday Snog, head back to Victoria’s place for lots more weekend kisses!

"You know what I want." I can barely get the words out between gasps. Phil's got my blouse unbuttoned and is diligently sucking my nipple, with the expected effect. He stops briefly to swirl his tongue in a deft circle around the aching nub, then nips at the tip. I moan as my clit jumps in sympathy.

Encouraged, he fastens his mouth on mine while he sneaks his hand up my thigh. I'm sopping and dying for him to touch me, but I slap his hand away.

"No way! You're not getting into my knickers until you agree."

"Oh, come on, Moe. You know I can't do it."

"Of course you can. If you want to. If you want me, want me enough."
He bends to my breasts for another long, delicious suckle. He's trying to soften me up. I mustn't let him know how much success he's having.

"Really, I can't. It's like -- sacrilege." There's genuine distress on his face, but it might just be the result of frustrated lust. "Those uniforms were designed by Queen Victoria, for Christ's sake."

I snuggle up to him with a sweet smile. "I know. That's part of what makes it so hot. The centuries of tradition. Don't you think that it would be hot, Phil?" I stroke the his swollen cock through his jeans and give him a wet kiss with lots of tongue. It's hardly possible, but I actually feel him become bigger and harder. "It's not like this is just for me. I know you'll enjoy it."

"Yeah, but if Geoff catches me, I'm finished. A halberd through the heart! You know how he is about the Warders."

"He won't, I promise. We'll be extra careful. We'll do it when he's on duty."

"And what about my mum?"

"Doesn't she play bridge a couple of nights a week?"

"On Tuesdays and Thursdays, most weeks."

"So all you need to do is figure out the next Tuesday or Thursday night that Geoff's on the watch." I find the bulb of his cock and pinch it through the denim. He yelps. "Should be easy for a smart guy like you."

"Okay, okay, you win. Tell me the details of your devious scheme, and I'll do what I can." Phil stands up and starts pacing back and forth in front of the TV. He's trying to get his hard-on to subside. Mum's due back from work any minute, so I've got to talk fast.


You can read the rest of the story free on my website! And if you leave me a comment here, with your email, telling me what you thought of it, I’ll enter you into a drawing for an autographed print book from my back list!


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Debby said...

Intriguing. I do not think I have ever read any of your books.
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Colleen C. said...

Interesting fantasy... enjoyed the story... greenshamrock ATcoxDOTnet

pansypetal said...

Hmmmm . . . I am familiar with cross dressing - well a guy cross dressing. But thinking of it the other way around? Need to adjust my thinking a bit I think. It frankly doesn't seem as kinky with the girl doing it. But this does sound fun. Thank you for sharing it. pansypetal03 at gmail dot com

Anonymous said...

I love when erotica can be really region-specific, and I know I'll never look at a Beefeater costume the same way!


Patricia K said...

I love this story as I have before but it is so much hotter each time I read it

Lisabet Sarai said...

Thanks so much, Patricia, for your enthusiastic praise. It means a lot to me!

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