Sunday Snog – Miss Pemberton’s Drawers

by | Oct 28, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

Miss Pemberton's DrawersHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, Miss Pemberton’s Drawers, which appears in the Xcite Books anthology of the same name.

Careful not to crush her with his weight, Owen leaned down and captured Miss Pemberton’s swollen mouth in a kiss. Her eyes fluttered open and he saw them crinkle at the corners as she eagerly reciprocated. It was a chaste kiss—both of them were too breathless for anything more, and soon Owen pulled away and rolled onto the table next to her. She twisted her head to look at him, and they grinned at one another, basking in the afterglow of their respective orgasms.

After a few minutes, when he’d regained his presence of mind and the ability to speak, Owen said, “So, er, Miss Pemberton, was this a one-off thing, or what?”

“Bloody hell, don’t call me Miss Pemberton, you sound like one of my pupils! It’s Sally. And actually, if you’re willing, I was wondering if you’d like to check my drawers on a more regular basis.”

Owen laughed. “Is the sky blue? Though maybe we shouldn’t make fucking on school property a regular occurrence, eh? I need this job.”

“Agreed. Next time, Mr. Caretaker, you’ll have to make a home visit.”


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Sunday Snog – Raising the Bar

by | Oct 14, 2012 | | 2 Comments

Sunday Snog

Raising the BarHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, Raising the Bar, which is my first publication with Decadent Publishing. It will be released on the 19th October, as part of their super erotic The Edge range.

I dab at the spill, watching him from the corner of my eye. He either can’t see me looking, or doesn’t care, because he has removed his jeans, too. He stands there in tight black boxer shorts and little else, whilst he rifles around in his bag for his uniform. I bite my lip to suppress a lusty groan. God, he looks good enough to eat.

Or, you know, fuck.

He turns around. I look away quickly, but not before he’s caught me staring.

“You were looking at me?”

My blush gives me away, making lies futile.

“It is okay,” he says, moving towards me and lifting my chin. “I look at you, too. You are beautiful.” As I start to mumble a protest, he covers my lips with his fingers. “Do you like me?”

I look into his chocolate-colored eyes, powerless to do anything except nod. It’s like he’s got me under some kind of spell. A horny spell.

He takes my hand, and says, “I like you, too.”

Then he kisses me. He tastes of coffee and chocolate, and it makes me want to eat him up. His almost-naked form presses against me, as does the unmistakable bulge of his cock. I abandon the cloth and respond to his kiss, slip my arms around him and caress the smooth, slim, and yet athletic body beneath my hands. And it is well worth caressing—the blood thundering wildly in my veins testifies to that fact. What’s unusual is that I usually like my men big and beefy, capable of throwing me around in the bedroom, but there’s just something about him, with his narrow hips and tight bottom that make me tingle in all the right places.

As I begin to lose myself in his kiss, he pulls away. I open my mouth to protest then shut it promptly when he slips to the door, flips the lock, and rejoins me. Looking down, I see his erection making a sizable tent in his underwear. My pussy throbs. I want him. He follows my gaze, gives a wicked grin and shrugs, then kisses me again.

Maneuvering his hand between our bodies, Luciano slips it under my skirt, pulls the gusset of my knickers to one side, and touches my pussy. I’m already wet, and more juices begin to flow as he expertly strokes my slippery folds and teases my clit. I tremble a little. All these weeks of abstinence, and then he comes along. No wonder I’m so fucking horny. There’s plenty to be said for masturbation, but it doesn’t compare to the real thing. Especially not with him.


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Sunday Snog – Nimble Fingers

by | Oct 7, 2012 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

I Kissed a GirlHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, Nimble Fingers, which is a hot virgin lesbian story featured in I Kissed a Girl, from Black Lace.

Sam grabbing my wrist and pulling me to a just-vacated cubicle suddenly shook me from my thoughts. We crammed into the tiny space, and she reached over me to lock the door. Just as I thought she was about to pounce, she unbuttoned her jeans before wriggling them and her panties down and crouching over the porcelain. Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of peeing. She looked up at me and my face must have been a picture because she laughed.

“What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen another woman pee before?”

“Of course I have, I just …” I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t very well admit that I was thinking she’d been about to seduce me. How arrogant would that have sounded?

She stood up, completely unabashed and grabbed some paper to wipe herself, before pulling up her jeans and fastening them. She shuffled around to let me use the facilities and she watched me as I went. By this point, I was pretty confused. Did she want me or not? Or was she just teasing?

I didn’t have to wonder much longer. When I was all buttoned up and ready to go, Sam pushed me against the cold tiled wall of the cubicle and kissed me. Her body felt alien against mine, breasts pushing against my breasts, long hair tickling my collarbones and no hard lump in the groin. It felt different … but incredible. I relaxed into the embrace and opened my mouth to admit her tongue. Her lips were soft, as was her approach. It was passionate and intimate rather than rough. Her hand cupped my face and pulled me more tightly to her as she explored my mouth.

I felt my pussy getting hotter, and my juices starting to flow. Then, just as I was starting to get used to the feeling of kissing another woman and being ready to reciprocate more fully, she pulled away.

“Come on,” she said, “before the guys send out a search party. We’ll finish this later.”


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Sunday Snog – In Search of Bookcases

by | Sep 30, 2012 | | 3 Comments

Sunday Snog

Cougars and JackalsHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, In Search of Bookcases, which is a hot older man/younger woman story featured in Cougars and Jackals, from Xcite Books.

I simply stared at him.

‘Come on, Sophia. Help me out here. I went to all this trouble to get you here, the least you could do is let me know if I’m barking up the wrong tree or not. I thought you liked me, but my radar could be off.’

‘No.’ I said, more forcefully than I’d intended. He looked crushed, obviously getting the wrong end of the stick, ‘I mean, no, you’re not barking up the wrong tree. I like you, too. A lot.’

‘Well, I’m glad we got that cleared up. They were very nice knickers, by the way. I’m sure they don’t leave much to the imagination, though.’

‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ I retorted, my embarrassment making me defensive.

‘Now you come to mention it, I’d love to. May I?’

I said nothing, just nodded. Declan put his burdens down on a randomly placed table and came to relieve me of mine – including the goddamn pen. Then he moved back towards me and took my face in his hands. As he leaned down to kiss me, I closed my eyes and slid my arms around his waist, relaxing into him.

Sliding my hands onto his buttocks, I pulled him to me, feeling his erection already straining against his jeans. I moaned into his mouth, and that noise seemed to flip a switch in us both. Our movements went from sensual to frenzied in a millisecond. Picking me up, Declan walked over to a rug on the floor and deposited me on it unceremoniously. Tugging off his T-shirt, he revealed a body that many a younger man would have been jealous of. He didn’t have a six-pack or pecs of steel, but he was toned and – I reached up to find out for myself – hard. He had a dusting of fine hair, and a treasure trail that led enticingly to his crown jewels.


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Sunday Snog – Ditched

by | Sep 23, 2012 | | 1 Comment

Sunday Snog

DitchedHere’s a saucy snippet from Ditched, my first m/m story, which was released on Wednesday, and got a silver star on All Romance eBooks in less than 12 hours!

“Well,” Scott said, his grin widening, “that’s very interesting.”

“It is?” Stone frowned, still half-expecting the other man to punch him in the face. He’d never shown any inclination toward homophobia before, but then Stone had never told him he liked men before.

“Yes,” Scott moved closer still, until they were almost toe-to-toe, “because I happen to bat for both sides, too.”

Stone’s jaw almost hit the floor. Of all the words that could have come out of the other man’s mouth, he was not expecting that particular combination. He couldn’t believe it—Scott liked men, too? The blond, blue-eyed, muscular, towering hottie was bi? And even more strangely, it appeared that Scott was interested in him, too. Either that or he’d suddenly forgotten about the unspoken personal space rules between people who weren’t intimate.

“Y—you do?”

Instead of replying, Scott slipped his hand behind Stone’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. Stone’s semi immediately snapped to attention, and after spending a couple of seconds wondering if he’d somehow fallen asleep and was dreaming, he returned the other man’s kiss. A thought popped into his head that they might be caught—and the consequences would be so severe they didn’t even bear thinking about—but then he shoved it away, reasoning with himself that they were the only people on the plain for miles, and if the helicopter approached, they’d hear it before they could see it. Therefore, the people in the chopper wouldn’t be able to see them, either. And by the time they could, the two men would be standing meters apart, acting normal. Probably.

Having put his mind at rest, Stone relaxed and allowed himself to fully enjoy the kiss. And what a kiss it was. A combination of having fancied Scott for ages; thinking it would never happen because the other man was straight; and the fact they were effectively making out in work time made an already super-hot kiss positively explosive. His cock pressed insistently against the inside of his boxers and combats, a firm reminder he hadn’t used it in a while.


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Sunday Snog – Within the Crumbling Walls

by | Sep 9, 2012 | | 1 Comment

Sunday Snog

Smut in the CityHere’s a saucy snippet from Within the Crumbling Walls, my Rome-set erotic story from the Smut in the City anthology, which contains hot city-themed erotic stories, edited by myself and Victoria Blisse.

Leaning on a barrier and looking out, Libby saw that arena “floor” was not an accurate description. At one end of the enormous structure, a wooden base had been erected, but the rest of the oval was open, displaying what lay beneath. It looked like a labyrinth, and suddenly she became aware of an English-speaking tour guide telling his group the history of the place. She eavesdropped for a while, then fell to thinking how lucky she was to have been born in this day and age. She’d never know anyone who’d be thrown to their deaths in such a place—or be forced to watch them killed in such a brutal manner.

A little shudder ran down her spine as she thought of the horrific violence that had taken place in the structure. Yet now it sat majestic and even quite serene as thousands of tourists per day wandered within its boundaries. Her morbid thoughts reminded her how alive she was, and what a good life she had. A great job, fantastic boyfriend, and the means to be here, in Rome, visiting the Colosseum. Not everyone was so fortunate.

As if he’d read her thoughts, Ciaran slipped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, and pressed a kiss to her hair.

“It’s great, isn’t it?” he said, grinning down at her. “Such an interesting place, and yet it has such a horrible history.”

Libby nodded. “I was just thinking something pretty similar myself.”

“Ah, you see, great minds think alike.” He leaned down to kiss her and she returned it eagerly, closing her eyes and opening her mouth to admit his tongue. With the sun beating down on her and her previous thoughts of feeling very alive, Libby suddenly felt horny. Despite her dislike of over the top public displays of affection, she managed to forget the crowds that were milling round them and enjoyed a long and delicious kiss with Ciaran. She only pulled away when her hormone level suddenly shot up to fever pitch and urged her to take things to the next level.

She stepped back a little, opening her eyes and squinting in the sudden light. Then she sucked in a lungful of air and felt her cheeks heat up as she realised she’d just gotten hot and heavy with her man in front of dozens of complete strangers. Not that it would have been better if it had been dozens of people she knew—but still, they’d gone way past a chaste kiss on the lips in public, and now she was embarrassed.

Giving Ciaran a wry grin, she nodded in the direction they needed to go to see the rest of the Colosseum, and asked, “Ready to see everything else?”

“Sure am, baby.” His eyes glinted with amusement, and if she wasn’t mistaken, arousal. Libby’s gaze flicked down to her boyfriend’s crotch, and a fresh rush of heat rushed to both her cheeks and her groin when she saw the erection he was sporting pressing against his cargo trousers. It wouldn’t have been nearly so noticeable had he been wearing jeans, but of course, it was far too hot for denim. And now, as her libido went crazy, Libby decided it was far too hot for any clothes at all, and wished more than anything that the crowds would disappear and leave her and Ciaran totally alone and able to act on their lust.

Unfortunately, the crowds didn’t disappear. They didn’t even lessen, and Libby was left with the choice of sucking it up and continuing their visit, or grabbing Ciaran and dragging him all the way back to their hotel for sex. That would mean going back on the Metro, avoiding smelly people and pickpockets, then heading through the busy area they were staying in—and all in extreme heat. She shook her head. No, she’d shove her sudden friskiness to the back of her mind and act on it later. For now, they had an ancient monument to explore. They wouldn’t be in Rome again any time soon, so they should make the most of it.


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