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:

http://victoriablisse.co.uk/sunday-snog/

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 http://blissekiss.co.uk 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.

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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!

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

A Kiss from Necessary Madness

Another Sunday, another snog, keeping up with Ms. Blisse... This one's from my M/M paranormal novel Necessary Madness

Kyle was close, too. For a moment, he allowed himself to really feel Rob’s talented fingers, pulling, massaging, every touch sending waves of delicious sensation surging through him. The man was so strong, so sure of himself, despite his earlier reticence. It has been so terribly long since anyone cared about Kyle’s pleasure.

Dizziness fluttered through him. The world lurched a little. No, not now, Kyle pleaded hopelessly. He felt the pressure build. He hung on the edge. Reality tilted, shimmered. No, no, no…

“Rob,” he moaned. “Look at me. Please…”

The cop heard, even through the fog of his lust. His eyes shot open and Kyle let himself go, falling into those luminous pools of blue. His cock exploded, his cum shooting out over both of their bellies. A train whistle wailed in Kyle’s head, but the world held, long enough for Kyle to feel Rob’s cock convulse and spew hot liquid all over Kyle’s fingers.

“Oh, baby,” Rob panted, fastening his mouth on Kyle’s. Kyle wallowed in the wonderful sensations. Heat and wetness, above and below. Rob’s tongue, Rob’s taste, Rob’s hard body pressed against him.

Then a black void swallowed him. No light. No feeling. No sound except for Kyle’s own heartbeat, loud in his ears.

The words appeared as letters of fire, hanging in the emptiness. ‘Dawson Street Holden’. As Kyle watched, they loomed closer, then disintegrated in a shower of sparks, leaving him in darkness.

“Kyle? Kyle!” Rob was shaking him so hard that Kyle’s teeth rattled. “Come back!” The vision fled as swiftly as it had arrived. “Are you all right?”

Rob’s brows were knitted in worry. Kyle tried to produce a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I think so. How long was I gone?”

“Ten seconds, maybe. I could tell exactly when it happened. One instant I was kissing you, and you were kissing me back. The next instant—it was as though you were an empty shell. No reaction. Nobody there. It was the weirdest thing.”

“Well, I remember the kiss.” Kyle lay back on the pillows, overwhelmed by an unaccustomed sense of well-being. “It was really something.” He extended his arms. “Why don’t you lie down and we can try it again.”

Rob bent over and brushed his lips against Kyle’s as if he were afraid that the younger man might break. “Not like that,” Kyle laughed. He pulled the cop to his chest, revelling in the sensation of the man’s warm skin against his own. Taking Rob’s face in his hands, he kissed him, hard and deep. Their tongues tangled, Rob’s no less forceful than Kyle’s now that the younger man had taken the initiative. Rob rubbed his sticky groin against Kyle’s thigh. Kyle felt his cock stir and swell once again.

Pick 'n Mix

By Victoria Blisse (Guest Blogger)

Hello, I am Victoria Blisse and I’m taking over Lisabet’s blog today. Thanks for the invite!

When I was little I would get to have sweets once a week, usually a Friday and I would get a whole twenty pence to spend as I wanted. My very favourite way to get my sweet fix was to indulge in a good old pick and mix.

All the sweet shops and post offices and such would have a tray with multiple square indents in it and each little square would be full of a different kind of sweet. You might have gummy worms, white chocolate mice, chocolate cups or cola bottles. There would always be the individually wrapped pieces of bubbly bubble gum that had a particularly pink flavour that doesn’t remind you of any real kind of food and probably some lollipops of some kind or another.

Most sweets cost a penny or the large items like the ones shaped like a babies dummy might set you back two whole pence. You could get many sweets for your twenty pence I can tell you.

I am sure you’re trying to work out where on earth I am going with this pleasant jaunt down memory lane well I’ll tell you. My love of pick and mix has never changed. I love variety, I like to pick and choose a little of this and a sample of that with maybe a little of the other mixed in for good measure. If you’ve ever read any Victoria Blisse stories you might have noticed this. In fact you only have to pop on over to victoriablisse.co.uk and have a look at my books page to see I like variety. You’ll find ménage, vampires, werewolves and contemporary romance set by the seaside all in my list of titles.

So, I suggest to get the best from your Blisse you need to pick and mix a few titles and mix them together but if you’re like me actually picking and mixing can take a long time. So, House of Erotica has made it simple for you. They’ve taken my four stories published separately with them and combined them into one collection.

It contains a little femdom mixed with a heightened sense of smell and the most wonderful seaside town in the world (Scentsual), An older lady who falls head over heels for a young lad she employs at her supermarket (Till the End), A submissive college student who doesn’t realise her own beauty (Reluctant Muse) and a young lady out for revenge on a cheating partner by having sex with anything that moves in Masquerading Hearts.

All those titles are available individually if one particularly catches your eye but I suggest you go for The Victoria Blisse Collection and then you can enjoy them all together, it saves you money too!

Now, are you a ‘variety is the spice of life’ kind of person or not? Let me know if you like to mix and match or if you like everything to be in order. Also shout out if you remember old fashioned pick and mix, you can’t beat a good old reminisce now and then!

Also, please keep in touch. You can contact me over on my website or find me on Facebook or Twitter. I love meeting new people.