Guest Blog- Victoria Blisse

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November 29  |  News  |   Kay Jaybee

I am delighted to welcome the smashing Victoria Blisse to my site today- over to you Victoria!

Victoria Blisse

Language Barrier.

I love language, I am fascinated by regional dialects and love to collect new words to use at a later date. Vertiginous is my latest acquisition! I am fascinated by how children learn to speak, how they work out words and associate them with objects and emotions. One thing that has always intrigued me is the language barrier between Brits like myself and…Americans!

Yes, technically we share the same language but there is a huge amount of discrepancy between English we speak here in Manchester and the English that’s spoken over the ocean. It has formed the beginnings of many an online conversation for me and those conversations about shopping carts Vs Shopping trolleys and how a fizzy drink in certain parts of the deep American South is just a coke no matter what the flavour.

These engaging conversations form the inspiration for some of the conversation that happens between Mancunian Leanna and  American Joe in Naughty Rendezvous. Here’s the blurb:

Joe likes to tease and single mum Leanna loves it too. When they meet up for their first official date, the sparks fly but who’s going to crack first? Will Joe’s intimate questions and kiss and run tactics bring Leanna to her knees or will Leanna’s curves, flashed in moments of exhibition drive Joe to rip off all her clothes and indulge his urges?

How will she react to Joe’s domination and will she be turned on by his spankings? She’s going to be a naughty girl, so she’s bound to find out.

And now an excerpt for you to enjoy:

He’s snuggled into the corner of my sofa as I walk in. I deliberately walk to where he is sitting and then crab walk sideways, squeezing myself through the small space between the coffee table and his knees. I lean towards him, giving him a very large eyeful of my cleavage and I smile as I notice his gaze focused right in the centre of my chest.

I sit down close to him, my thigh barely touching his. “So what do you want to watch?” I ask as I look up at the clock on the wall. “Oh actually, the Man United match will be starting soon if you’re interested.”

“Yeah, why not?” he answers. “You can teach me the ins and outs of the game.”

I pretend to ignore the sexual inflection in that last comment and get up to switch on the TV. Instead of stretching my arm down to the button as I usually would, I bend my body in half at the waist, my bottom aimed at Joe. I know that doing this means he’ll just be able to see the barest hint of the under-curve of my buttocks. I press the button and linger a moment before straightening up and going back to my seat.

As the pundits do their bit, I wander off to the kitchen again and nuke some popcorn in the microwave, empty some crisps in to a bowl and grab a big bottle of fizzy pop.

“Do you need a hand?” He stands in the doorway, hips cocked and arm stretched up the inner jamb of my doorframe.

“Cheers, love.” I pass him the popcorn and pick up the other bits myself. I move to walk past him into the living room but he doesn’t budge. So I dip beneath his arm and brush past his slanted hips, my whole body presses up tight against him. I barely withhold a gasp when my crotch rubs against his hardness beneath the soft fabric of his suit trousers. I lift my head and my gaze upwards, meeting his intense stare.

I am hypnotized, my limbs heavy, and I can barely force myself to move. I notice the distance between our faces closing and then his lips are upon mine.

It is not a soft kiss. It is hard and passionate and demanding. His hand drops down the jamb and cups the side of my head as his lips sear and slide across mine, his tongue pressing against my own. I taste the harsh bitterness of coffee as our tongues dance and I feel his erection bob with excitement as he presses himself harder against me.

He abruptly pulls his lips from mine with a pop. “The game’s started.”

“Cool!” I manage to reply and I continue on my way to the sofa, my legs wobbling, my breath coming in pants and my brain reeling. I hope he doesn’t keep this up for much longer. I think I might come if he blows on me right now.

Snuggled up on the sofa against him, his arm lazily draped over my shoulders, I sit comfortably with my knees tucked up beneath me and the popcorn balanced on his lap. Every now and then I knock a piece of popcorn out of the bowl and dip my hand down to his crotch in search of it. Every time I do, he answers with a cheeky squeeze of my breast.

“So, this is soccer.” He says, his tone intending to tease.

“No, my love, this is football. The real stuff where there’s a round ball and people actually kick it.”

“You strange Brits with your weirdly shaped balls.” He sighs.

“You Americans with your sissy rugby. There’s so many pads you don’t know where the player stops and where his protection begins.”

“I suppose real men do this, do they?”

I look at the television properly and notice a reply of a particularly fine tackle that ends in a guy rolling around in imagined pain.

“Oh, and I suppose American footballer’s never pull such tricks.”

“No ma’am.” He smiles. I love it when he calls me ma’am. It make my stomach turn to jelly and my insides run like caramel.

“That’s because they’re so constricted by their protective gear they’re incapable of it.”

We continue along the same theme, him singing the praises of the football he knows and me telling him all about proper football.  It’s not a real argument, we’re still snuggled close together and there’s no sting in our words. It’s just a play fight, a pretend duel, an excuse for conversation. It’s fun between two friends who like to play with words.

“We’ll have to watch the Superbowl together, I’ll show you what the real stuff’s like.”

“Sure, that’d be good. I can prove to you once and for all that my football is more entertaining then.” I gently goad as I hide my pleasure at those words. He has plans for us in the future, he’s thinking of us together not just now but later too. I find a thrill in that. It’s one of those things I worry about (my mum will tell you I am a born worrier) that if Joe and I fuck now we’ll bugger up our friendship. I enjoy our friendship, of course I do and I don’t want a consummation of lust to spoil that.

“You just like the nice arse,” he says, pointing at the one in focus on the screen.

“Well yes, you do have a nice arse but it’s not your only good point.” I wink cheekily.

“What other good points do I have?” he asks, fixing me with his intense gaze.

“Oh, no, no, I’ll give you a big head if I list them.” I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I think about how much of him I do indeed love.

“Oh, baby, believe me, you can give me any kind of head you like any time you like,” he purrs the words, his nose almost touching mine, our gazes locked. I  am sure he can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks as I try my hardest not to look away from him, to give him the pleasure of winning even though all I can picture is Joe with his cock in my mouth, fucking forward as I give him just the kind of head I desire to give him.

I love my football, but Giggs, Ronaldo and Rooney are all but ignored as I concentrate on the sexual tension building between Joe and me. I just wonder what will break it, what will push us over the flirting line?

A goal is scored and I raise my hands in the air. “Goooooaaaaaalllllll!” I yell and then turn to plant a kiss upon Joe’s cheek. (Any excuse, right?) However, his face is pointing directly at me and so the kiss lands upon his plump, pink, sexy lips instead.

It’s the first pebble of a rock slide, the impact of lip to lip shakes our bodies and throws them together and causes them to bump and writhe against each other. I nibble that lower lip. He runs his hand down over my shoulders, down my spine to the hollow just before the curve down to my bottom. A hand of mine strays onto his chest and wiggles its way between buttons before roaming across warm flesh.

My legs uncurl and I am propelled onto my back. His heavy body is on top of me, my hand is trapped between us, his crotch is in my crotch, his legs are between my own and I am trapped, deliciously trapped. Held down and held still, I savour the moment, the sensation of being controlled, knowing that I am not in charge right now, That I am not the responsible one here. I am the controlled not the controller.

God, it feels good.

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Naughty Rendezvous

Joe gives Leanna her perfect punishment.

Joe likes to tease and single mum Leanna loves it too. When they meet up for their first official date, the sparks fly but who’s going to crack first? Will Joe’s intimate questions and kiss and run tactics bring Leanna to her knees or will Leanna’s curves, flashed in moments of exhibition drive Joe to rip off all her clothes and indulge his urges?

How will she react to Joe’s domination and will she be turned on by his spankings? She’s going to be a naughty girl, so she’s bound to find out.

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Many thanks to Victoria for coming to visit today! Here is a little bit of info all about her- and the chance to win a prize!!

Victoria Blisse

Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

If you want to keep up to date with what’s going on in the world of Blisse check her out at her website: http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk 

Her facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/victoriablisse

Her Twitter account: http://www.twitter.com/victoriablisse

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A  Print novel, Tempting Rendezvous.

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Thanks again Victoria- do drop by again soon! xx

 

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4 Responses to Guest Blog- Victoria Blisse

  1. Thanks for hosting me, Kay!

  2. K D Grace says:

    As a transplant to England, I can certainly relate to the language fascination, Victoria! And even when I was living in the States, the language of the South was a whole different animal. I remember stopping at a restaurant in Alabama once while traveling and the waitress asked, ‘Where y’all frawm?’ We told her. She said, ‘Aw knew y’all wasn’t frawm ‘raund hya, cawz of yer accent.’ Definitely a memorable moment!

    Kx

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