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Just tried to message Victoria Blisse but it seems that she's taken her hubby to bed. Somehow I don't think she had sleep in mind either....

Anyway, I was going to ask her about her new book as I'm on my own tonight since my other half has taken the dwarf people off somewhere. Camping, I think. I didn't ask in case they asked me to come along too... Remember that old TV show theme tune, "Darling, I love you but give me Park Avenue"? That's your girl Vanessa.

Anyway, the lovely Victoria had sent me an excerpt from her new book and I thought I might get the full thing and keep myself, how shall I put this, warm in my lonely king-sized bed tonight...

Instead I'm on my ownsome so I'll just share it with you!

Rob and Lou’s Domestic Discipline
Lust Bites: Volume Three

It was only a small parcel in a typical brown padded envelope. It wasn’t expected, which is why I spent so long looking it over. The return address didn’t ring a bell, and I really couldn’t imagine what it could be so, finally, I opened it. I grinned to myself as I did. My husband Rob would have laughed at me, spending so long looking at the wrapping and wondering. He doesn’t get why I like to eke out the anticipation in moments like this.
Inside was a square of white with a lacy frill all around it. When I opened it up, I found ties –it was a pinny. Inside the parcel was a sealed envelope. I opened it to find a card covered in small red love hearts.
Wear this tonight and only this xxx
PS Kids are going to my mum’s for tea tonight, so don’t worry.
I recognised my husband’s handwriting immediately and chuckled when I remembered a conversation we’d held in a restaurant once about pinnies and their attractiveness. Well, Rob had been staring at this red-headed waitress (he loves auburn hair) with cute curves and pouty lips, and I had to pull him up on it.
“No, Lou, No.” He shook his head. “I am helplessly addicted to pinnies. I can’t help it.”
“Pinnies?” I lifted one brow and pinched his thigh under the table. “You’re turned on by tiny little aprons?”
“Yes.” He nodded solemnly. “It’s a terrible affliction.”
“What’s your favourite kind?”
“White ones with lacy bits,” he replied, licking his lips salaciously.
That night, I whispered dirty sweet nothings in his ear while we fucked in the comfort of our hotel room bed. I told a story where I was a simple girl, waiting on tables in a quaint old tea shop, wearing a little lacy pinny. I giggled. He chuckled, but as my tale got hotter, the noises we made became strangled and lust-filled.
“You watch me until the end of my shift,” I whispered, hunched over him, my soft thighs stretched around his waist as his hard erection filled me. I moved gently up and down and continued the tale. “Then follow me outside into the alley. Before I can cry out, you clamp your hand over my mouth and push me roughly against the wall. I struggle helplessly but you hold me down and whisper about knowing I want it. How I’d teased you and how I would get what I’d been asking for.”
I still remember how he gripped my hips tightly when I rode him. I continued my story through groans of pleasure.
“You spin me around, press me into the harsh brick of the wall, and pull up my skirt. Grabbing hold of my prim pinny, you fuck me. I’m soaking wet, so you slide right in. You fuck me there in an alley, the girl you just met, the girl you hardly know.”
My words turned into unintelligible mumblings at the point where ecstasy took over. And ever since our holiday, with the visit to that restaurant and the evening’s tale of indecency in an apron, we’ve found a mutual fondness for the uniform of waiting staff and hotel workers alike. So, if Rob wanted me naked in nothing but a pinny for Valentine’s, that’s what he could have.

Hi,

Just stopping by with the news that I have a superb new erotic horror novelette out later this month from No Boundaries Press.

Also some new anthologies featuring yours truly - Saturday Surprise, Absolute Threesomes and Absolute Lesbian Sex.

Watch this space...

...Victoria Blisse

A New Release from Victoria Blisse.
Vanilla with Extra Nuts is a ménage story, featuring two hot guys and one shy and sexy vanilla girl. Here’s the blurb:

She’s just a vanilla girl until she finds her perfect toppings.
Megan is slowly falling in love with Adam until he confesses he’s seeing a guy behind her back. She thinks the relationship has been ruined until the night she indulges in a threesome with the man she loves and Simon, his lover.
As much as she enjoys being sandwiched between the two men she’s not sure the arrangement can last. So Megan has to decide.
Can she come to terms with sharing the man she adores with his male lover or will she have to say goodbye to her soulmate forever?

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“I’m going to just be honest with you, Adam,” I said, and took a step towards him. “I would like nothing better than to walk over there right now, to pull you to me, and to kiss you and just forget this whole business. I’d love to go back to the way we were, but that isn’t going to happen. I don’t know if I can live with sharing you. I’ve always been a pretty vanilla girl. I have the average fantasies of a straight woman. I dream of meeting a man, falling in love, marrying him, and having babies. Not at any point have I thought about sharing a man with someone else. I mean, you were honest with me about fantasies and I have wondered what it would be like to be with two men at the same time, but I always thought that was just fantasy. Anyway, what I think I am trying to say is that I want you, but I just don’t know how to deal with this situation.”

“Can’t we just give it a go?” He stood up and took a step towards me. “All I’m sure of from this conversation is we both want each other, both regret what has happened, and want to go back to how we were. Can’t we do that and work out the rest as we go along?”

He was so close to me I could have reached out to touch him, but I didn’t. I didn’t know what to do.
“I want to do that, I do, but I still don’t know if I can handle being less than your one and only. We could fuck right now and love it, but would we just be delaying the inevitable heartbreak? I don’t want that, Adam, I really don’t.”

He brushed at my cheek and ran into my hair, holding my face gently in his hand a moment before he responded. His response was a kiss. At first I didn’t do anything. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was a little angry at how he’d ignored my question. This sweet impact of lips on lips was exactly what I didn’t want to happen because if I just let my body feel, my mind would switch off and the issues would not be settled. Instead of stepping back, pulling away, or yelling at him, I stood completely still. I froze as my mind whirled and my body begged and I battled with myself over what to do next. The low, masculine moan that vibrated through me was my undoing. It was as if the vibrations loosened me and my lips began to respond to the kiss, my arms wrapped around him instinctively, and my breasts pressed wantonly against his chest without me even realizing what they’d done.

Wrapping his arms around, he held me tightly as I had longed for them to do all week. He pressed himself into me. I could feel his arousal and sensed his relief. Our twin emotions twined around us and knit us together. I felt invisible hands pushing me towards him, keeping me from pulling away, and even though I knew it is all my imagination I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to. I wanted Adam and maybe that would be enough.

His hands worked up under my T-shirt and cupped beneath my lace covered breasts. He squeezed and gasped, then broke our kiss for a moment to pull the top up and over my head. His lips fell back to my neck and the newly exposed flesh. Fingers scrabbling with the clasp at my back, his lips trailed over my collarbone and down to the V of my cleavage. When the clasp gave and his fingers worked to slip away the straps down my arms, his mouth feasted on each new inch of tit that was revealed. When he had discarded the bra and was once again cupping my breasts, naked this time, he lifted my nipples to his lips to suck and nibble at them.

By that point I was helpless, lost in lust. A little corner of my mind felt uneasy, knowing that the issue had still not really been resolved, but the rest of me was just ecstatic to be touched by him again. I had missed him so very much. His ever-busy fingers now pulled at the button and zip of my jeans. It took him only a moment to loosen them and seconds more to pull them down to my knees. He knelt at my feet and pulled off my boots, then slipped my jeans down my legs.

I felt naked, maybe even more so as I only had on the flimsiest of knickers. Their tininess emphasized the largeness of the rest of me and I felt awkward. I was not terribly confident in my skin and would normally wear a light negligee that would hide all my bumps and imperfections. The exposure was uncomfortable, but as he rose to his feet and pulled me over to the bed with him, my worries melted away.

Well hello and happy Valentine week, m'dears! It's your aunty Vanessa here with lots of sexy news to keep all your index fingers busy over the coming week.

So, anyway, first things first. I have a brand new collection of erotic fairy tales which have got to be the hottest things I've written and of particular interest to those of you out there who like my dark side.

I don't have a done deal with a publisher as yet, but if the darling man who's considering them now - with much verve and enthusiasm, I must say - comes up with an offer (every pun intended) we can all look forward to a fantastic collection later in the year.

Next up we have Valentines day and chocolate. They're just irrevocably linked, aren't they, and so I just couldn't resist when the irrepressible Mitnik came along asking for contributions for his Smut for Chocaholics anthology. Well, girls, when you're feeling suitably Sapphic and in need of a little pussy2pussy fun, you're going to love my offering in this smutty volume, along with depraved stories from the delicious Victoria Blisse and the delectable Lucy Felthouse, to mention but a few.

And, oh boy am I in the mood for something to munch after all that. Think I'll head for Victoria Blisse's house and see what's in her cake tin! (What were you thinking, you perverse lot?) And speaking of the lovely Victoria, I'm pleased to be part of this year's Blisse Kiss Chase - and have included a very sexy kiss excerpt for your reading pleasure below. Also, don't forget to look for a little furry thing in this blog....

This is from my story, Caramel Velvet, out soon:

"I don't think I'm quite drunk enough to do this," Barbara gasped, her big captive breasts rising and falling like a bodice-ripper heroine's as Vivian pushed her gently down into the nest of marshmallow-soft pillows.
"Good thing that these are all liqueurs, then," she replied, picking up a small polished gem and putting it in Barbara's mouth. "Hotel Chocolat rum-soaked raisins, one hundred percent proof."
"What's that for?"
"This," she breathed, very softly, touching the other's lips with her own and feeling the immediate electricity between them.
"Then give me another."
"Gladly," Viv replied, placing a second bronzed pearl into her friend's mouth reverently, like a mystic Aztec communion wafer, and brushing her lips again. "And how much will it cost me for the blouse?"
"Something very dark and potent…"
"Liquid Raspberry and Kirsch Liqueur Truffle?" Vivian whispered, peeling the delicate membrane of rich ruby-red foil deftly away to expose the glossy darkness beneath as if she was reverently denuding the swollen head of an excited cock.
"Share it with me," Barbara begged as she put the fragile chocolate shell between her lips and let Vivian take the other half, their sharp white teeth closing in unison, the sticky alcoholic centre dribbling out over their lips and running down their faces like an over-spilling orgasm.

Well, hope that got you all reacting in all the right places! Have a great Valentine's Day and hope you all get some. (Flowers and chocolate, what did you think I meant?)

See y'all!

Well, Ho, Ho, Ho and all that, and welcome to my seasonal slice of Yuletide pulchritude as part of Blissemas as engineered by the delicious Victoria Blisse.

I'm celebrating the festive season with a new sexy story of love under the Christmas tree, specially designed to get you all hot under the collar and then go all warm and fuzzy at the end.

Aren't I good to you?

And the best news of all is that it's FREE, courtesy of my wonderful publishers, Poison Pixie Publishing, who haven't the heart to take your money during this season of good will.

Anyway, it being Christmas and all that you'd think that I'd be elbow-deep in motherly duties, but not a bit of it! Christmas shopping has had to wait due to the muse swooping down on her angelic wings and handing me the solutions to a volume of stories that had been well and truly stuck for the last two months, and, instead of being locked in the kitchen making mince pies and eggnog I've been locked in my study hammering away at the keyboard, and taking my characters into fairly debauched places as I reshape the wonderful - but dark - world of the Brothers Grimm.

One to watch out for next year, I can tell you.

But anyway, enough of all this frippery. The holidays await and there are presents to be bought and wrapped and cake to be eaten, sorry, iced and chocolate to be, well, bought and consumed. I mean, wrap chocolate? Who does that? (Oh dear, here come hundreds of angry emails and comments - I always wrap chocolates before giving them to my true love! You've obviously never met my other half, the Marquis. Come to think of it, you've never really met me. Why wrap the chocolate, it takes longer to get the lid off? The manufactures go and seal the damn tins anyway, and I have to go and get scissors before I can get into some of them. God bless paper cartons, that's what I say.)

Anyway, chickens, have yourself a Merry Little Christmas with plenty of cock and cake and stick with Blissemass to be in with a chance of a Kindle Fire and please give my books to all your sexy friends (or friends you want to get sexy with)!

Happy Holidays!

Vanessa

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Festive greeting to all my Good Reads Buddies. I come bearing gifts and also looking for a favour.

Gifts first! Are you an author? Do you want to promote your book? Silly questions. Let me help. I'm running a promotion during December called Big Beautiful Christmas where I'm showcasing books and stories about the larger lady. If you'd like your book included then just send a cover image of 200 x 300 pixels, a SHORT synopsis and a link as to where it's available (Smashwords for preference) to marketing@poisonpixie.com

That's it. No fees, no strings. This is a fun promotion for big lady fiction this Xmas and you can see the page at http://shortfiction.weebly.com/big-beautiful-christmas.html

And now to the favour... My Xmas offering is a FREE short story and I desperately need reviews. It's a quick read and you can download it gratis at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/248648

Please, please take a look and write me a line or two, and don't forget to send me your titles for the Big Beautiful Christmas promotion.

Vanessa

xxx

Proving Santa Exists by Victoria Blisse

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


If, like me, your tastes run towards voluptuousness in your heroines, you are going to just love Victoria Blisse's Proving Santa Exists, a gastro-erotic tale of seasonal passion.

Here's the blurb: When Jonathan transfers from the US to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc, Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?

I really loved this very sensual story, and the appendix of Yuletide recipes at the end of the book had me rushing to the kitchen to try Victoria's So Soft Gingerbread. All puns intended.

All in all, a warm and witty Christmas dish with lashings of hot sauce from a highly accomplished writer of erotica.





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Yes my delightful Halloween taboo story, The Halloween Ball, is back in print again after falling foul of the Paypal witch hunts earlier this year.

It's a delightful blend of female/female romance (with lots of raunchy lesbian sex) plus deepest taboo twincest between brother and sister, with great clothes and Goth make-up thrown in as set dressing.

Download it from Good Reads or Smashwords for only 99c, or buy it as part of my forbidden fruits anthology - Rubyfruit Jungle

Yes, I love being one of the HOEs, that's the bunch of hot authors who have their smut published by the sex-sational House of Erotica. (Want to know more? Check out the HOE Party at http://blissekiss.co.uk/hoe-house-party )



I have stories in several of their anthologies, but the best pick of my nether-region-pleasing prose is to be found in Nude Shots, my stand alone HOE story collection.

I mean, let's face it, we all like looking at naughty pictures, and, although I call it "research" when I'm porn surfing on the net (and it is research, by the way, I use it for body types and sexy ideas for my fiction that you all love so much!) I'm also fascinated by the erotic image, so much so that I've written a whole collection of hot stories about it.

NUDE SHOTS - Five Sensual Stories Celebrating the Erotic Image

Some of my best stories to date are in this collection, and, for anyone who might have missed it, here's the official blurb, the contents and some HOT excerpts:

Since the invention of photography people have been obsessed with both taking and looking at erotic images, and this richly detailed anthology covers our all our favourite voyeuristic pastimes over the last hundred years, with stories featuring a dirty postcard studio in Edwardian Paris; making stag movies in 1930s Cony Island; a beach photographer in Blackpool of the 1960s; a glamour film coming back to haunt a respectable vicar's wife in 90s middle England; and a very sexy photoshoot for an internet porn site in present day New York.

The Cabinet of Monsieur Zee - Edwardian

At Coney Island - 1930s

Beach Photographer - 1960s

A Package for the Vicarage - 1990s

Nude Shots - Present day

Excerpt 1
The Cabinet of Monsieur Zee

Marie-Mathilde settled down close, oh so very close, to Celeste and breathed in her perfume. Then she opened her eyes and looked down at the delicately hand-tinted postcards on the album's dusky black pages. She immediately recognised the studio, and Celeste, stretched out on the bearskin and dressed only in a silky chemise that clung to her body and showed her tiny rosebud nipples, erect and straining behind the flimsy fabric.

Marie-Mathilde looked at Celeste. "This, this is you, and this is what you do. Zee wishes to photograph us indelicately with young gentlemen, no?"

Celeste smiled enigmatically and nestled closer to Marie-Mathilde. "Turn the page, Cherie," was all she would say.

Excerpt 2

A Package for the Vicarage

"Bet you wish you can show all this in your little film, don't you, Roger the Dodger," she'd said provocatively, hands on her slim hips, enjoying the feeling of power that being raked by his gaze was giving her.

And he had just nodded, unable to speak, his eyes still glued to her pussy, his big desperate cock fighting like a wild animal to be let out of his jeans and give her the fucking she so craved. And, yes, she finally admitted to herself, she would have gladly have let him have her there and then, right there on his clean and shiny floor tiles that reeked of Mister Sheen and old fashioned lavender wax polish. But Roger had been a perfect gentleman and the moment had quickly passed, and she had gone home ragged with frustration and dropped her trousers and panties in the front hall and masturbated ferociously there and then, cumming quickly and violently, her orgasm tearing through her body like an earthquake, her cunt pulsing like a mad thing, her clit up so hard it was almost painful to touch.

I'm so-oo hot right now!

House of Erotica have just published my new story collection - Nude Shots - complete and unexpurgated.

So much of my work vanished over the last year with various purges and censorship drives, so it's with great pride that I announce the publication of this one.

This collection is all about nude photography and people's experience of it, both voyeuristic and exhibitionistic.

Since the invention of photography people have been obsessed with both taking and looking at erotic images, and this richly detailed anthology covers our all our favourite voyeuristic pastimes over the last hundred years, with stories featuring a dirty postcard studio in Edwardian Paris; making stag movies in 1930s Cony Island; a beach photographer in Blackpool of the 1960s; a glamour film coming back to haunt a respectable vicar's wife in 90s middle England; and a very sexy photoshoot for an internet porn site in present day New York.

There are more details and some short excerpts at my web page or you can buy the book on Kindle or anywhere that good e-books are sold.

Hope you all like this one, I had a blast writing it!