Sizzling Sunday: Valentine's Visit - #bisexual #polyamory #ValentinesDay #SizzlingSunday

With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought I’d indulge you with some seasonally appropriate fare. Here’s a juicy F/F excerpt from Vegas Babes Book 4, Valentine’s Visit: Four-way Friend Swap – bisexual polyamorous fun for the festival of love...

Enjoy!

Blurb

Jake and Fran and Ted and Annie celebrate Valentine’s Day—Vegas style!

When Jake and Fran are invited to Las Vegas spend Valentine’s weekend with Jake’s old friend Ted and his curvaceous ginger-haired wife, they’re not sure what to expect. The last time they saw Ted and Annie, at the Vegas couple’s pre-wedding stag party, the four of them had ended up in bed together. But maybe that was just a fluke. There’s only one way to find out.

Since their wedding, Annie and Ted have acquired some new kinks and a good deal more erotic experience. Annie has discovered she likes strap-ons and a bit of domination. Ted has been forced to recognize he’s into guys as well as women.

Will Annie’s double dildo scare Fran away? Will Jake balk at getting intimate with Ted? Only Cupid knows!

Excerpt (F/F)

When she returned with the refreshments five minutes later, the tension had thickened. Fran sat on the padded bench to the left of the door, still drinking in the view. Jake and Ted lounged in two chairs on the right, separated by a small table, carefully avoiding each other’s eyes. The only sound was the distant honk of cars on the Strip.

Annie set her tray down on the table and handed out drinks. Guess we’re all a bit nervous, she admitted to herself. We all know what we want. We’re just not sure how to start.

Ted and Jake eagerly helped themselves to canapés, as if glad to have something to do with their hands. Meanwhile, Fran patted the empty spot beside her. “Sit with me, Annie.”

Cradling her wine glass, Annie settled down next to her friend. She sipped her wine. Now what?

Fran sidled closer, until their hips touched. “It’s so lovely here,” she murmured. “Thanks so much for inviting us.” She placed her palm above Annie’s knee, casually, almost as if the gesture were unconscious. The warmth of her touch easily penetrated the thin fabric of Annie’s skirt, making her shiver with arousal.

The other woman slid her hand up Annie’s leg, crumpling the skirt beneath, gradually baring more and more skin. Annie found she was holding her breath. She sucked air into her lungs in a little gasp. Now Fran trailed her fingertips along the sensitive inner surface of Annie’s thigh, making the nerves spark and flash.

“You have such wonderful, silky skin,” her visitor continued. Her fingers grew bolder, climbed higher, brushed ever so lightly over Annie’s pubic curls. “And such soft hair…”

A bolt of pleasure shuddered down to Annie’s clit. Pussy juice leaked from her lust-plumped folds. Her cunt spasmed with need, but she didn’t move. She wanted to see what Franny would do next.

Her friend stroked a tentative fingertip over the swollen bead at Annie’s core.

“Yes,” Annie hissed, overcome by sensation. “Oh, yes, please…”

In response, Fran urged Annie backward, until she was prone on the bench. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” she told Annie, crumpling her skirt to her waist and parting her legs. “Of laying you down, opening you up, and feasting on your sweet pussy.”

Fran fit her actions to her words, kneeling on the bench and bringing her face close to Annie’s weeping slit. “You smell like the ocean.” She swept the flat of her tongue through Annie’s folds, firm and wet. “You taste like olives and honey.”

Annie’s hips jerked upward, seeking more contact. “More,” she moaned. “Please, Franny.”

“Of course,” replied the Italian minx. She leaned in once more, licking up the juice coating Annie’s inner lips, then probing the cavity between them. Pleasure danced through Annie’s flesh, even at this limited contact, but she needed so much more—“Oh!”

Fran suddenly shifted from tentative to fierce. She burrowed her nose into Annie’s pussy, nibbling at the tender flesh, flicking her clit, tonguing her hungry hole—lapping, munching, sucking, chewing. The volume of sensation surged, the gain so high Annie almost couldn’t bear the intensity.

The heaviness of an impending orgasm gathered in her pelvis, shot through with incandescent streaks of pleasure like lightning crackling through a thundercloud. One instant, two at most, and she’d crack wide open.

Fran continued to eat her, gripping her thighs, pulling them wide to give her better access. Annie felt the woman’s lithe tongue circle her anus, then dip inside, before sliding forward again to tickle her clit. God, it was all so good! But it wouldn’t last much longer…

“Franny…” she moaned. “I’m going to come. Suck my clit, suck it hard!”

Fran followed instructions, fastening her lips on that trembling little node and sucking for all she was worth. At the same time, she pushed two well-lubricated fingers deep into Annie’s cunt.

The cloud burst. Pleasure flared in her center, sizzling out to her fingers and toes. She arched up, slamming her pussy into Franny’s face. Her cunt clenched around Fran’s fingers. Franny continued to lick her as the shimmering bliss faded, drawing another, rounder and more resonant come from deep in her belly. When that climax dwindled, Fran drove a third finger into Annie’s hole and sent her spinning into bliss yet again.

It took a while for Annie to come to her senses. She raised her head and gazed down at Fran. The brunette seemed exhausted as well. She lay with her cheek against Annie’s thigh, her eyes half-closed, her Cupid’s bow mouth curved in a half-smile. Every now and then her tongue flicked out to taste the residue of pussy juice on her lips.

From this angle, Annie had a fine view down the low-cut neckline of Franny’s sweater. At first, she simply admired Fran’s round, full breasts, but soon she realized looking wasn’t enough.

She combed her fingers through her friend’s dark curls. Fran’s eyes fluttered open and met Annie’s. Without speaking, she pushed herself backwards on the bench. Annie sat up, swung her legs down to the floor, and leaned in to bury her face in the other woman’s cleavage, licking the salt from her smooth skin and breathing in her floral-tinged musk.

Francesca truly had perfect tits, generous but not too large, soft but firm, tipped with fat mauve beads that begged to be sucked. Still nuzzling the valley between them, Annie slipped both hands under the Valentine-red top. She splayed her fingers over those luscious mounds and squeezed lightly. The stiff, juicy nipples poked into her palms. Her mouth watered. She needed to see, to taste, as well as to feel.

“Take it off,” Annie ordered, frantic with lust. She feared she’d damage the garment if she tried to remove it herself.

Franny grinned, pulled the sweater over her head, and let it fall onto the bench behind her. Her tits bounced slightly with the motion. With a choked moan, Annie descended on that succulent flesh, twisting the left nipple between her thumb and forefinger while suckling the right. Locking her lips around the pulpy nub, so rigid and sweet, she alternated licks and suction, pretending it was the girl’s clit.

“Oh, yeah…” breathed Fran, arching her back to offer herself more completely to Annie’s mouth. “Just like that…” She parted her thighs, releasing a gust of fresh pussy-scent.

Annie dropped one hand to Fran’s crotch, still fondling her tits with the other. She found the leggings completely soaked. “You’re such a horny girl,” she murmured. She stroked her finger along the damp seam of the garment, following the line of Fran’s cleft. Franny squirmed in response. “I’ll bet I can get you off just by rubbing your through your clothes, without touching your bare skin at all.”

Fran was clearly naked under the leggings. Annie easily found the ridges of her lower lips and the swollen node where they met. She rocked Fran’s clit back and forth with her thumb, while pressing her fingers into the crevice between. Meanwhile, she continued to pinch and tug one engorged nipple.

“Oh, Annie!” The dark-haired creature leaned back on her hands and spread her legs wide, shamelessly begging for more stimulation. “Put your hand in my pants. Touch my pussy. Please, Annie!”

“No way. I’m going to make you come like this. Just the friction and the pressure. The way Jake probably got you off when you were still a virgin…”

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Sunday Snog #209: More from The Gazillionaire and the Virgin

Less than two weeks until the release of The Gazillionaire and the Virgin! I’m so excited about this book. I love the premise, I love the characters...well, I don’t mean to sound conceited, but I think it may be the best thing I’ve ever written, at least in the genre of romance.

And it is, despite being unconventional and extremely explicit, a classic romance, a tale of two individuals struggling to build a relationship despite their differences.

Here’s the blurb:

Trust can’t be bought—it has to be earned.

When Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she finds him strangely compelling. Theo is both arrogant and socially awkward, but he has an aura of power that speaks to Rachel’s carefully-hidden submissive side. Disturbed and aroused, she tries to focus on her original objective—a deal to incorporate his Artificial Intelligence software into her company’s popular virtual world. Rachel’s not a woman who lets pleasure interfere with business, but for some reason, she can’t resist Theo’s geeky appeal.

Theo Moore can’t be bought. His past battles with poverty make him deeply suspicious of the billionaire CEO. Still, with her voluptuous curves and brilliant mind, Rachel embodies his ultimate sexual fantasy. Too bad his knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience.

That doesn’t bother Rachel, however. In his bed—in his arms—in his bonds—she discovers the bliss of total surrender. Rachel may be Theo’s first lover, but Theo is Rachel’s first true Master—and the first man to truly touch her heart. It seems that love may harmonize their differing goals and values, until Rachel’s unwitting violation of Theo’s trust threatens to tear them apart forever.

And here is another X-rated kiss excerpt, to continue the Sunday Snog tradition. When you’re finished here—after you’ve taken a cold shower, that is!—head back to Blisse Kiss Central for more sexy Sunday kisses!

Oh, and congratulations to Trix, who won my giveaway last week!

I nearly step on her.

“Rachel! What the—”

She sits cross-legged on the carpet, half-inside my clothes closet, wearing one of my dress shirts, unbuttoned, over her nakedness. Glossy magazines are scattered around her, their covers awash with female flesh—stripped, blindfolded, gagged, clamped, twisted into impossible positions, limbs wrapped in rope or leather, scarlet nipples bulging and sore, eyes full of terror and devotion. One of the publications lies in her lap, open to the Technicolor image of a woman strapped to a padded horse, with some anonymous hand buried to the wrist in her stretched asshole.

Oh God, no! I want to sink through the floor with shame. At the same time, my cock is like stone. “Rachel—um—it’s not what you think…”

She gazes up at me with a half-smile. “Oh? Really?” Her voice is mild. She sounds amused rather than shocked as she gestures at the masses of porn surrounding her. “Are you trying to tell me these aren’t yours?”

“Well—um—not exactly…”

“Quite a collection.” As she rolls onto her hip then rises to a kneel, she gives me an appraising look. “I’m impressed.”

“You’re not—not—disgusted?” I’m frozen in place, transfixed by embarrassment and lust. Her lush breasts jiggle as she approaches, still on her knees. I’m so hard it hurts.

“Not at all. This explains quite a lot.” She’s at my feet now, her chin tilted up so she can meet my eyes. Her tawny nipples peek out from the gap in my shirt. Coppery curls frame her angel’s face. “I finally understand, Theo.”

She purses her lips to blow a stream of hot air over my aching erection. My dick jerks. I almost come.

“Rachel—please—ah!”

“Mmm…” she hums around my cock, taking the length down her throat, just like the girls in my videos. I forget to be embarrassed. I forget I need a shower. Everything slips away except the juicy warmth of her mouth, the dance of her tongue, the unrelenting suction she applies as she bobs up and down on my shaft.

Oh my God! It’s almost too intense. I close my eyes at first, focusing on the unbelievable sensations. Soon, though, I have to look—it’s just so perfect. Rachel Zelinksy is on her knees! Sucking me like some eager Internet slut. She’s even got her hands clasped behind her back as she leans in to swallow me, as if I’d cuffed her.

Does she know what she’s doing to me? Is this part of her plan? I don’t care. I weave my fingers into her unruly hair and take over, using her mouth to get myself off. Almost immediately, she surrenders. Her lips go slack, stretching to accommodate me, and her jaw relaxes to accept my thrusts. She gags when I push deeper, but when I back off, she follows, burying her nose in my crotch. She wants this. She wants me to fuck her face as if I own her. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.

That knowledge is the detonator. I shudder and explode, flooding her mouth with cum. Her muscles work around my cock as she swallows, triggering another burst. Poor Rachel tries hard, but she can’t keep up with me. As I pull out, semen spills out between her swollen lips to dribble down her chin. Porn-inspired, I aim my still-spurting dick at her glorious tits, painting them with streaks of white.

When I’m finally finished, I collapse to my knees and take her in my arms, smearing my own chest with cum. “Oh, Rachel…” I don’t know what to say. Thank you? I’m sorry? I just kiss her, deep and hard, hoping she’ll understand.

Super Sexy Sunday Snog (and Giveway!)

Oh, I’ve got a sexy snog for your today! This is a brand new excerpt from The Ingredients of Bliss, a naughty scene on a plane that features not one but two types of oral activities.

And to thank you for reading, I’m giving away a copy of Her Secret Ingredient, the prequel to The Ingredients of Bliss, in which Emily and Harry first meet. Just leave me a comment telling me whether you’ve ever done anything naughty on a plane—or if you’d like to! Be sure to include your email address so I can find you if you’re the winner.

After you’ve recovered from my excerpt, head back to Victoria’s Snog Central, for more Sunday kisses!

Harry wanted to thrust—I sensed the tensed muscles in his thighs and belly—but that would have made our obscene activities too obvious. So he had no choice but to let me take the lead. I bobbed up and down, taking him deep, then pulling back to swirl my tongue over his crown and flick the sensitive ridge underneath. He slumped into his seat, tilting his pelvis up to improve my angle. Every so often a shudder would seize him, when I hit a particularly good rhythm.

The vibe still pulsed against my clit. Pleasure still hummed through me. Now, though, I was focused on pleasing my lover.

I knew his body, his reactions, the patterns of his arousal. He was close to release. Come on, baby. I slid my pursed mouth up and down his slick shaft. Let go. Fuck my mouth. Make me your cum slut. I want it. I want it all.

Something snapped. Despite the risk of exposure, he started to thrash in his seat, slamming his cockhead against my palate, taking me over. I stilled, giving him control, thrilled as always by the moment of total surrender. A ripple crawled along his shaft. He clenched his thighs around me. His cock spasmed and thick, bitter cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed the first wave and was inundated again.

I didn’t think he’d turned up the level of the vibe. I doubt he was conscious enough to do so. The taste of him was enough, though, to trigger my own climax, a rich, slow surge of bliss that left me trembling and full of joy. I laid my cheek against his thigh and let pleasure sweep me away.

“Is anything wrong, sir?” I recognized the voice of the cabin attendant who’d brought the blankets.

The vibe flicked off, sparing my over-sensitized flesh. Harry rested a cautioning hand on my head.

“Um, no, thanks. I’m okay. A touch of air sickness, but I’m fine now.”

“Where’s your companion?” Did I catch a hint of suspicion in the stewardess’ voice?

“You mean my fiancée?”

Warmth welled up in me. He’d never called me that before.

“She’s in the toilet. Take-off hit her a bit harder than it did me.”

“Do you want me to check on her? We’ll be starting the dinner service soon, and she really should be in her seat.”

“No, no, I’m sure she’ll be all right. I’ll take care of her.”

‘I’ll take care of her.’ I didn’t doubt that he would.

A few minutes passed. My breathing returned to normal.

“Okay,” Harry murmured. “The coast is clear.”

I scrambled out from under the blanket and settled into my seat, grateful for the dim lighting on this night flight.

Harry tipped up my chin and planted a kiss on my cum-sticky lips. “Fasten your seat belt, love. I heard there’s some turbulence up ahead.” He fumbled under his blanket and I heard the faint sound of a zipper.

“I’d say that it had already started,” I countered with a grin. “I think I need to go clean up, though. Don’t want to arrive at my parents’ place stinking of sex.”

“Hey, there’s no hurry, Em. In fact, I think that might be premature.” Flinging the blanket aside, Harry rummaged in the carry-on he had stashed under the seat. He handed me a zippered pouch. “The next time you go to the toilet, I’d like you to insert this.”

I peeked into the bag. A neon-pink butt plug and a foil packet of lube. Oh, by the gods, what will he think of next?

“Harry, really… I don’t think…”

“Your place isn’t to think, slave, but to obey.” He leaned in for another kiss. “Right?”

“Ah…”

Surreptitiously, he cupped a breast in his palm.

I melted. “Um, right. But…”

“Emily.” The sternness in his voice stopped me cold.

“Yes, Sir?”

“It’s more than fourteen hours to Hong Kong. I have to keep you from being bored.”

Sunday Snog #122: Incognito

For today's snog, I'm sharing a bit of oral ecstasy from my taboo erotica novel  Incognito.

Meanwhile, you will find lots more luscious kisses over at Victoria's Sunday Snog page.

Enjoy!

He did not touch her, but Miranda felt enfolded by his warmth, his scent, his brash, boyish sexiness. His shorts bloomed with an incipient erection. She was suddenly acutely aware of the polished wood beneath her bare buttocks. Her cross-legged position provided an excellent view of her naked sex, she realised, were it not for the table between them. In any case, Mark was not looking at that shadowy space between her legs. His eyes searched her face, trying to read her response. Emotion flooded in her, admiration, affection, gratitude, spiced with a good measure of lust.

She rose, circled the table, and sat down beside him, taking his hand. “I’m more than ready,” she told him. “But since we are playing Truth or Dare here, I have to be honest about what I have been doing the past few weeks.”

Putting aside her embarrassment, she recounted her amorous adventures since their meeting. He knew, of course, of the ménage à trois, and tonight’s kinks. She told him about coupling in the alley with the Japanese businessman from the subway. She described her experiences with Big Daddy’s discipline, her frightening delight at being spanked and sodomized. Wincing internally, watching his reaction, she confessed her risky debauchery on the billiard table. Mark’s eyes widened, but he said nothing.

“Finally,” said Miranda, “this sexual frenzy is intruding into my work life. You remember that day you found me in the library? If you had arrived only a few moments sooner, you would have found me with my fingers in my pussy, grinding away in orgasm.”

“Yes,” said Mark, amusement in his voice. “I knew about that. But these other tales—Miranda, you amaze me!”

“You’re not angry? Or shocked?”

“Of course not.” He pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear. “I’m delighted that I’ve finally found a partner as adventurous and horny as I am.” He nipped at her earlobe. Sparks leapt up between her legs. Miranda’s whole body sprang to attention, nipples alert, straining to be touched, clitoris equally insistent. His mouth captured hers in one of his fierce, all-consuming kisses, while his hands wandered over her silk-clad torso.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” gasped Miranda, when she could breathe again. She ached to lay down with this man, to open herself to him.

“I have a better idea,” said Mark. He stood and stripped off his shorts. His erection stood proudly, bobbing in the candlelight. Miranda pulled her dress over her head and tossed it in a corner. The remains of her hairdo disintegrated, ebony locks tumbling over her shoulders.

Moving to one of the windows, he threw it open. Before Miranda grasped what was happening, he stepped through, and held out his hand to her. “Fire escape,” he said with a hint of his usual grin. A thrill passed through her as she understood what he had in mind.

She followed him through the window. A cool breeze off the harbour caressed her bare skin. The wrought iron platform was rough under her feet. She smelled fried batter, rotting fish, incense, anise. A neon sign on a neighbouring roof painted her body in lurid reds and greens.

The apartment looked out on an alley. It was nearly three in the morning. Still, if anyone were to pass by, she and Mark would be completely exposed.

Miranda realised that she loved that thought.

Mark positioned her with her back to the iron railing. “Spread your legs, and hold on.” He crouched before her, gazing at her moist folds arrayed before him. He blew lightly on the delicate flesh. She twitched and trembled in response. “Oh, Miranda,” he sighed, and buried his hungry mouth between her thighs.

There was no tentativeness here, no teasing touches designed to arouse her. In one swift movement he sucked her throbbing clitoris into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Miranda’s knees buckled. She forced a fist into her mouth to stifle her moans. Mark ate her pussy the same way that he kissed, forcefully, ferociously, with a single-minded intensity that left her dizzy and weak.

Now he used his hands to open her labia wide. He fastened his mouth on her inner lips, applying a delicious suction as if he were devouring the sweet pulp of some juicy fruit. Meanwhile, his tongue probed her deeply, setting up echoes of his studded cock earlier in the evening. Mark’s saliva felt scalding hot on her sensitised tissues, still inflamed from their earlier battering.

The memory of his leather-clad erection superimposed itself upon the current scene. She felt his tongue grow longer and thicker, until it seemed to fill her completely. She pushed her sex at his mouth, her hips tensing as she tried to drive him deeper. She smelled his sweat, and hers. Faintly, as if in the distance, she heard again the snap of the lash and the ribald encouragement of the audience.

The iron railing bit into her back, awakening the sting of her welts, but Miranda hardly noticed. All thought, all attention, was focused on the glorious play of sensations between her legs. She sank her fingers into her partner’s hair and pulled his face into her crotch. He changed his technique in response, sweeping his tongue along the length of her crevice, from her clit to the tender edge of her rear hole and back. Faster and faster he stroked, while Miranda felt orgasm coiling within her, wound tight, waiting.

The aching need suffused her flesh. Her body was strung like a harp, every nerve stretched toward elusive release. She was so close. It seemed that the merest touch would topple her over the edge, and yet she hovered there, seemingly forever, while Mark plied her sex with fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. Her pleasure was tinged, however slightly, with frustration.

Suddenly, Mark rose from his haunches and stood before her. He brushed her lips with his. Miranda felt stickiness, knew the salty seaweed taste of her own arousal. “Relax,” Mark murmured, cupping a breast while he nuzzled just above her collarbone. “Just relax, and trust me.” Miranda felt something shift at the warm sound of his voice. A clenching in her chest, of which she had not been consciously aware, loosened and then seemed to evaporate. “Give yourself to me, Miranda, all of yourself. Don’t hold back.”