It’s guest post time again, and I’m delighted to invite the totally smashing Victoria Blisse to my site today, for some smutty seaside chatter! Over to you Victoria…
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside.
Summer is coming and the best pace to be in the summer is by the sea. I love the sound of the waves on the sand, the call of the seagulls and the smell of candy floss and doughnuts. Yum. It’s hardly surprising that I often end up writing stories based at the seaside. In fact they’re usually set in Scarborough, my favourite place in all the world. It’s a coastal town in Yorkshire on the East coast of England. I’ve been once a year or more since I was a little girl. It’s my home from home.
And funnily enough it’s the location for the Smut by the Sea event I’m organising with my husband for June 2013. Funny that, eh? If you want to know more and want to book your early bird ticket check out http://smutbythesea.co.uk/scarborough-2013/ it’s going to be a fun day and I’m already counting down the days until it’s here!
We’re also in the middle of creating a collection of stories for the Smut by the Sea Anthology. For all the details pop over to http://smutbythesea.co.uk/anthology-vol-1/.
There are lots of hot stories by some of the best names in Erotica included and all with a light-hearted, seaside feel.
In the meantime, how about some erotica with a light-hearted seaside feel? Here’s the blurb from my book, Sweet Surrender…
She doesn’t know what she wants but he does.
How do you mend a broken heart?
Helen goes on holiday to Scarborough and meets Tom. He is an attractive local artist who takes Helen on a tour of the sweet seaside town. Tom becomes more than just her guide as his dominant nature brings out her own submissive side and a shared joy of exhibitionism.
And the excerpt:
She was lost. Her propriety had deserted her and she was in the wilds, surrounded by desire, lust and passion. She wasn’t scared anymore, every touch of his hand reassuring her as well as arousing her. She knew, and had known all along, that he was something special, that Tom would look after her. She surrendered herself to the emotions, flowing with each touch of his fingers, each suck of his lips.
She was aware they were moving away from the wall as their flamenco of foreplay continued. As they grasped and pulled, their bodies twisted and turned until she came to a stop in front of the window. His hands held her there as she came to terms with being naked, completely naked in full view of the people walking along the road.
She didn’t cry stop! She didn’t want to. She enjoyed being displayed here, far enough away from the viewing public to be anonymous. Even if one of those tourists tripping along the front looked up, they’d not know who she was, or be able to see her face. They’d just see her body and see her having sex, and that, she found, was a massive turn on.
“I knew you liked being watched,” he purred in her ear, his hands leaving her sides to pull the belt from his jeans. “Raise your hands,” he commanded.
She obeyed without second thoughts. Her hands shot up above her head and came into contact with the curtain rail. For a moment, Helen was intensely aware that her breasts were bouncing around unfettered and anyone could look in and see them. Her pussy actually twitched with excitement at the thought, her clitoris hummed and she moaned softy.
A gasp forced its way from between her lips as she felt the supple leather of Tom’s belt being wrapped around her wrists and attached to the curtain pole. He fastened it, tightening it just enough to hold her fast. She was sure that if she really wanted to, she could escape. It was deliciously decadent to realise she didn’t want to.
“Right, I’ll be back,” he said.
Helen heard him walking away from her. “Where are you going?” she cried, trying her hardest to look over her shoulder and see what was happening.
“I’m going to take a photo,” Tom replied, and pulled the hotel door shut behind him.
Helen panicked. This was surely Tom’s revenge for the cock teasing she’d put him through all day. He was going to leave her hanging here, naked and struggling until someone walked in on her or she managed to free herself. The belt wasn’t giving as much as she thought it might. She was well and truly stuck.
Not just stuck but naked—naked in the bay window of a sea front hotel at a busy seaside resort. Someone was going to see her up here, eventually. Then what? Would they run to her rescue, or gawk and move on? Her whole, large body was exposed. Her breasts hung and wobbled with her every move. There was no hiding her wide hips and broad thighs, or the soft curve of her stomach. Helen was more than a little perplexed by the fact she was turned on. Her nipples were hard and straining, he pussy tingled and her skin glowed with the flush of arousal.
She was taking a break from pulling on her bonds when she saw Tom on the street below. He had his camera in hand and was directing it towards her.
For more seaside fun excerpts check out Blisse Kiss by the Sea http://blissekiss.co.uk/blissekiss-by-the-sea/ This week long event starts on the 24th June and will showcase lots of hot kissing scenes with a seaside feel to them. Every author who joins in will be offering a prize, too. So be sure to check it out!
Thanks for having me to visit, Kay. I’ve had great fun!
That all sounds amazing! Thanks Victoria!! xx