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Sunday Blissemas Snog: A Valentine for Christmas

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I love a good kiss, don’t you? Well pucker up! It’s time for the Blissemas Snogs in the Snow! I’m posting a snog from A Valentine for Christmas — my novella from the fabulous Love Under the Mistletoe Anthology.

AND! While I’m not giving a Valentine for Christmas, I AM giving away a copy of winner’s choice from my back list, excluding box sets, of course. Just comment for a chance to win. And be sure to stop by the Blissemas page to see what other fabulous posts are up and maximise your chance to win a fully-loaded Kindle Voyage.

 

A Valentine for Christmas Blurb:

All work and no play, bah humbugging CEO, Gerard Jasper’s, anonymous Christmas gift is actually a Valentine — Moira ‘R.M.’ Valentine, the mysterious CEO of the Valentine Corporation. Moira’s walk on the wild side has accidentally landed her naked and bound with red ribbon under Gerard’s tree – not good when their companies are negotiating the deal of a lifetime. When two lonely people with enough baggage to fill a 747 come together for Christmas, the fireworks rivals New Years at Times Square, but can they overcome their pasts to give each other the true gift — a merger of hearts?

 

 

cariad-christmas-2014-collectionGet some Rest or Santa Won’t Come –Excerpt:

 

He made no apologies as he came in her mouth, even as she struggled to take him all in. He made no apologies for the tightening of his fist in her hair, for the fact that he had come so quickly and so hard, causing her to gag and swallow furiously several times before he collapsed back on the sofa, before she relaxed her mouth, released his well-worked cock, and rested her head in his lap, gasping for breath. For a time that could have been seconds, could have been hours, he leaned back against the sofa with his eyes closed, drifting. At some point the white-knuckled grip he’d had in her hair relaxed and opened and he began to stroke the cascading locks that were softer than silk, a repetitive motion that calmed him, took him away from himself as nothing had in a very long time. When he came back to the present, he could feel her warm, even breathing against his bare groin and, even though it couldn’t have been long, his cock was already responding to the thought of what this woman had just done to him, what she had allowed him to do to her, all against his better judgment. Okay, no matter what she said, she was still a prostitute – had to be. But she was a gift, a feisty, cheeky, sexy gift, who seemed to intuit exactly what he needed, and at least for now, she was all his. How pathetic was he that he grasped at such a gift, allowing himself refuge in something so contrived, something that was escapism and nothing else? Still, the long holiday weekend looming before him suddenly didn’t seem quite so endless.

When he leaned forward and kissed her head, she moaned softly and looked up at him. He managed to partially do up his fly against a package that was already reasserting its dominion, then he stood and lifted her once again. Since she couldn’t slip her arms around his neck, she buried her face against his shoulder, and he could feel her muscles tensing against him as he mounted the stairs, her weight strangely balancing his own. In his room, he lowered her onto the mattress of the big four-poster bed, then he untied her feet, carefully massaging the circulation back into her ankles and calves before he moved to do the same to her hands. All the while she moaned her pleasure and relief, eyelids fluttering, lips parted and swollen, a tantalizing reminder of what she could do with that delicious mouth. ‘That’s better,’ she sighed. ‘Oh God, that’s so much better. What the …?’ Her eyes burst open and she squirmed as he bound the ribbon back around her wrists and tied them above her head to the bed frame.

‘I like you bound,’ he said, pausing to drop a kiss on each of her heavy nipples when he finished. He wasn’t sure, but he thought the little moan that escaped her throat was not total disagreement. With the other ribbon, he tied one ankle to one post at the foot of the bed, then yanked off his loosened tie and secured the other to the opposite post so that this time her legs were wide open and she was helplessly exposed and yielded for his explorations. Surveying his efforts, he then took a fluffy white pillow and eased it beneath her bottom, forcing her hips forward so that she opened like ripe fruit in a display case, succulent and swollen, offered up just for him.

For a moment, he knelt between her legs, not touching, just looking and admiring the pouting, feminine landscape glistening with her arousal. When she wriggled slightly and whimpered, he looked up into

her bright eyes shaded with thick lashes, dilated pupils holding his gaze with anxious curiosity. ‘Most Christmas gifts come with operating directions. Since you didn’t, well,’ he slid a hand up the inside of her thigh until his thumb slightly grazed the pebbled hardness just below her pubic curls and she sucked a tight breath and bucked against his touch, ‘I’ll just have to experiment, won’t I?’ With that, he slipped two fingers between her soft folds and her whole body quivered as he opened her, his eyes locked on her slick mother of pearl pout, heavy and swollen.

‘Do you remember when you were a child and you got gifts for Christmas or your birthday, and you just had to figure out how they worked, what made them do the amazing things they did?’ He ran the edge of his thumb over her hardness and she shivered and clenched at his fingers.

‘I remember, yes!’ she gasped, and ground her bottom against the pillow.

‘I’ve always wanted to know what it looks like when a woman comes. I mean what it looks like up close and personal blissemas2016-buttondown where everything’s swollen and slick and ready to burst.’ He withdrew his fingers, now slippery with her lust, and eased them upward around her folds, splaying, tweaking, stroking. ‘I’m guessing sucking my cock like you did turned you on some because you’re clearly aroused.’ He lifted his wet fingers into her field of vision to demonstrate, and then still watching those china blue eyes, he flicked his tongue out, licking the taste of her, feeling his cock surge in response, hearing her soft, kitten-like mew. ‘Do you know,’ he said, fingering her open again, ‘you’re the colour of ripe cherries when you’re aroused?’ He slid two fingers back up inside her and she bit her lip and shivered. ‘And you feel, my God, you feel like wet, warm silk tightening around me each time I stroke you.’ He demonstrated by

pushing into her knuckle deep and scissoring his fingers. She arched her back and lifted her hips to match his movement. ‘I’m torturing myself imagining what that tight, wet grip will feel like when I fuck you. And from the feel of you,’ he raked her clitoris and she whimpered, ‘I’d say the torture is mutual. In fact, I’d imagine you really do need to come after taking me in your mouth like you did.’

Without warning, he leaned in and ran his tongue up from where his fingers splayed her all the way to her clit, her tidal pool scent rich and intoxicating. With a deep inhale of her need, he clamped down on her clitoris, licked it, drew his lips tight around it and then bit, pulling back just as she yelped and bucked and all but hyperventilated when she came. ‘Ah, exquisite,’ he breathed. ‘Your orgasm is like tiny little earthquakes making that whole ripe fruit girly landscape of yours tremble and clench, so tight, oh so tight. Have you ever watched yourself come?’

‘No, I haven’t.’ Her words were clipped, distracted as she rode the last of her orgasm, bucking against the thrust and press of his fingers, first two and then three.

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Still stroking he arched above her, stretching to reach for the drawer of the nightstand where he kept the condoms he very rarely needed. ‘In all honesty,’ he withdrew his hand and she groaned her frustration watching with anxious eyes as he undid his trousers and released his cock into the condom, ‘I doubt that you can even imagine the extent of my lust.’ With that, he shoved into her hard, and she growled out loud like a wild animal in the hunt, her grip on his cock nearly sending him over before he was ready.

As he shifted his hips to deepen his position, he ran his hands up over her breasts then settled his weight on his elbows, and she spoke with a hiss of breath. ‘Oh, I think I can imagine the extent of your lust just fine.’ With that her grip tightened again, and he began to thrust.

It was the frustration of needing to feel more of her against him that caused him to withdraw long enough to untie her

legs before he sank back into her tight slick depths. With a groan that felt like it came from the very core of her, she wrapped herself around him and gripped him even tighter. Her breath was fast and furious, the purr of pleasure became a growl of desperation as she matched him thrust for thrust, tight and swollen and slippery.

He took her mouth, tasting the residue of his own lust still lingering there on her tongue, and that drove him until the weight of his need was practically unbearable. ‘You’re my gift,’ he spoke between lavings of his tongue as it danced with hers. ‘So come for me. Come for me now. I want to feel you when you come.’

More than likely it wasn’t so much his command as it was her own overwhelming need, but the cry that erupted from her throat as she clenched and convulsed was raw and guttural and he matched it, unable to hold out any longer in the grip of her release, stunned that he could come again so hard so soon.

As he fumbled to untie her arms to wind them around his neck, she giggled softly in his ear. ‘I guess you’re convinced mistletoethen that I’m not hiding a gun.’

He shoved the duvet back and pulled her under it with him. ‘What’s your name?’ he whispered in her ear. ‘My gift surely has to have a name.’

For a moment, he thought she wasn’t going to answer him, then she sighed softly and wriggled down close to him. ‘Moira. My name’s Moira.’

‘Moira,’ he whispered, kissing the pulse in her neck. ‘Get some rest, Moira, or Santa won’t come.’

She offered a throaty giggle. ‘I think he already did. Twice.’

 

 

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Festive Fantasies with Kay Jaybee

It’s my pleasure to have my dear friend and fab writer, Kay Jaybee back with some holiday heat just for you.

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Hello all, its Kay Jaybee here- many thanks to my lovely friend, Kd Grace, for allowing me to gatecrash her site again!

 

As an early Christmas Present to you all, I’m currently selling my Christmas Kink anthology at ONLY 99p/c!!

 

I love writing Christmas stories. There is something about playing with tinsel, spices and the prospect of the office Christmas party that brings out the kinkster in me- even more than usual!

I’m something of a big kid when it comes to the festive season. It is the only time of year that I actually enjoy shopping and cooking. There is something so rewarding about it- I guess I’m a softy at heart. I just adore making other people happy, and to find the perfect gift for friends and family is a mission I embark on with gusto.

An extension of this “making people smile at Christmas” mission is to try and provide my loyal readers with something seasonally smutty every winter – such as my anthology of six festive fantasies…Christmas Kink.

 

 

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Christmas Kink Blurb:

What’s your favourite part of the Christmas celebration? Decorating the tree with tinsel, the heavenly aroma of cinnamon and fruit from Christmas cakes and puddings, the office Christmas party, a visit to Santa’s grotto, the presents?

Kay Jaybee’s Christmas Kink twists all of these festive traditions into six individual episodes of hot erotica that will leave you fanning yourself with the nearest Christmas card…

Romantic, steamy, with a touch of S&M, and a sprinkling of cinnamon (yes, really) – I hope I’ve managed to add a little Christmas kink into this anthology for everyone…

 

 

Here’s a mini taster from the first story in Christmas Kink

 

Santa’s Little Helper:

Jay gazed approvingly at her reflection in the tinsel decorated mirror. The gold material shimmered as she turned from side-to-side. Cut to fit tightly against her chest, the bodice section gave way to an extremely short, almost tutu style skirt, of the finest silvery gauze.

Her fingers trailed through the soft folds before she reached around to stroke the feather like wings that protruded from her back.

The fabric curtain was drawn back and the sales assistant drew breath. ‘You are possibly the most beautiful fairy ever destined to top a Christmas tree.’ He pulled the ties tighter at the back of the bodice, forcing Jay to stand up taller. ‘You are also the sexiest.’ He pushed two exquisite high-heeled shoes towards her white stocking clad feet, enjoying the view as her tiny gold thong flashed in front of his eyes when she bent slightly to slip them on.

As a final touch he slid a delicate glittering tiara onto her short curled hair, and put a wand in her hand. ‘Now, all that’s missing is a smile.’

‘I am smiling.’

‘That’s not a smile, that’s the evil grin of a wicked slut who knows that every guy that claps eyes on you is going to be asking Santa Claus if he can screw you for Christmas.’

Jay laughed.

‘I was thinking you could go for the child friendly smile. After all, you’re supposed to be Santa’s Little Helper at one of 99pthe department stores right?’

Jay nodded, and tried to wipe the lust off her face. Not easy when she felt so damn horny dressed like an expensive tree decoration. She thanked the assistant, paid the costume hire charge and, wrapping a large black cloak around her shoulders, left the shop for her place of work.

The shop assistant had been right, she was to be Santa’s Little Helper, but this was not a grotto for children; his joke had been closer to the truth than he’d thought. As Jay reached ‘Spanks’, the club she’d worked in for two years, she slipped into one of the back rooms, and into the discreetly advertised grotto.

Santa, already dressed in his traditional red and white, with huge false beard and hat in place, stared at her with giveaway young eyes as she hung up her cloak. He didn’t say anything, but slipped a gloved hand up her skirt and slowly stroked the tops of her legs. Jay purred at him, enjoying the sensations for a few seconds before moving away.

It was show time.

The queue was fairly small, but as visits to Santa had been by appointment only, this was not a surprise.

After the first five men had sat on Santa’s lap and asked to have their Christmas wishes granted, for which they had already paid handsomely, Jay was glad to have a break. She needed a drink to remove the taste of condom and sweat from the three blow jobs she’d given, and needed to calm her own rising desire after the last two guys activities.

They had visited Santa together, sitting on a knee each, they’d requested an intimate examination of her chest. Santa had obliged, removed his gloves and undid her bodice…’

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If you’d like to see what Santa did next, or you fancy dipping into the other stories- Decorations, Cake Mix, Candy at Christmas or The Little Red Dress– you can buy Christmas Kink on Amazon for ONLY 99p/c for a limited time.

 

Amazon.com

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GI2DDQM

 

Amazon UK

 http://www.amazon.co.uk/Christmas-Kink-Five-Festive-Fantasies-ebook/dp/B00GI2DDQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1383810527&sr=8-1&keywords=Christmas+kink+five+festive+fantasies

 

Many thanks for letting me pop by today!

 

Merry Christmas to you all!!

Kay xx

 

About Kay Jaybee:

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee has over 180 erotica publications including, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on –

Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee

Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor99c

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee

Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html

Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk

 

 

Mixing Those Festive Fantasies with Kay Jaybee

 

 

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Many thanks for inviting me over today Kd, to tell you a little bit about my kinky Christmas stories.

I’m something of a big kid when it comes to the festive season. It is the only time of year that I actually enjoy shopping and cooking. There is something so rewarding about it- I guess I’m a softy at heart. I just adore making other people happy, and to find the perfect gift for friends and family is a mission I embark on with gusto.

An extension of this “making people smile at Christmas” mission is to try and provide my loyal readers with something seasonally smutty every winter. This year I have been so busy ‘being’ Jenny Kane that I haven’t had time to write a whole new collection. However, I have had great fun updating my very sexy anthology, Christmas Kink. Not only is there a hot new cover, but a brand new story called If You Go down to the Woods… to tickle those erotic taste buds!

 

 

 

 

Christmas Kink Blurb-

What’s your favourite part of the Christmas celebration? Decorating the tree with tinsel, the heavenly aroma of cinnamon and fruit from Christmas cakes and puddings, the office Christmas party, a visit to Santa’s grotto, the presents?

Kay Jaybee’s Christmas Kink twists all of these festive traditions into five individual episodes of hot erotica that will leave you fanning yourself with the nearest Christmas card…

There is something for everyone in this anthology, so if you like your erotica romantic, steamy, S&M, BDSM style, or with a sprinkling of cinnamon (yes, really), you should be in for a treat!

Here’s a little taster from a cooking story (ish!), for you…

 

 

Cake Mix

 

It was the abrupt scrape of metal on metal that alerted his attention to the oncoming storm. It was an abrasive jarring sound that hit Andy’s ears like nails on a blackboard, but made his crotch twitch in anticipation- he knew what could happen when she got angry.

‘I suppose you think it’s funny!’ Mel dragged her blunt icing knife over the draining board in a fit of frustration, before clattering it into the nearest sink, and picking up the reel of garland she used to wrap around the finished Christmas cakes.

‘For fuck’s sake Andy! How could you have been so stupid! This is our reputation you’re dicing with here. What will they think when we fail to deliver in time for Christmas!’ She strode across the kitchen and wrenched the jug of milk her partner was holding from his fingers, crashing it down onto the stainless steel table.

‘For the last time Mel, it was a mistake. I misheard them. And anyway, if we can pull this off, then it’ll be so good for us. Our reputation will be even better than it is now, and we might even make a profit for once.’

Andy could virtually see the steam shooting from her ears as she growled in exasperation, toying the ribbon between her hands, ‘But 150 cakes by this Friday. It was supposed to be 50!’

‘We can do it! I’ll bake, you ice. We’ll manage.’

‘Oh stop being so damn reasonable. No to mention disillusioned! You’ll never get them all cooked in time, let alone be able to produce enough mixture. We’ll have to go to the wholesalers, we’ll need…’ Not bothering to finish her sentence, Mel exhaled in a mad rush of air, threw up her hands in exasperation, and pushed Andy backwards with a force that her slim physique belied. Grabbing both his arms, and with a skill honed by a career decorating cakes, she wrapped some of the ribbon around his wrists.

‘Come off it Mel, we certainly don’t have time for this!’

Without responding, she sliced the ribbon from the roll, picked up her spatula, and waved it menacingly at his face. Mel’s midnight blue eyes shone with dangerous intent, and Andy’s dick swayed beneath his trousers as he understood her intention.

‘Turn over!’ Her voice was brittle, but the evidence of her nipples poking against her chefs overall told its own story.

‘Mel! I’ve got all that mixture waiting to go into tins.’

She didn’t reply, but the set of her jaw spoke volumes as Mel yanked Andy around at the waist, dragging his chequered trousers and boxers to his ankles, forcing him across the seat of the stool.

The spatula landed on his naked flesh before his stomach had even hit the seat. The fierceness of the strike made him bellow with pain laced anger and desire. For once he resented his submissive role. A role he was usually more than happy to adopt- but not today. Not this time.

Just as the second strike of the spatula was about to hit his red blotched backside. Andy twisted round, kicked his trousers from his feet, and raising his tethered hands, he shoved Mel away. Acting quickly, he awkwardly scooped a large fistful of sticky fruit filled brandy soaked Christmas cake mix, and launched it at her.

As the stodgy brown mixture stuck to, and then slunk off, her chest, Mel stood frozen, her mouth open in shock at his unaccustomed retaliation. Then, with a determined look etched upon her face, she dipped her own hand into the giant ceramic bowl, and hurled a ball of cake mix at her partner’s groin.

Angling his arms, Andy, his cock sticking out between globules of clinging brown sugar and raisins, picked up the pint jug of milk.

Reading his intentions, Mel stepped back, ‘No way Andy, I…’

The liquid hit her full in the chest, going right through her top, spattering the floor, work surfaces and leaving droplets of white across Mel’s face and hair, making her gasp with surprise.

‘I think you’d better take that overall off.’ Andy tone was abrupt as he rubbed his wrists together, hooking his thumbs between the ribbon; forcing it loose and wriggling free, ‘Right young lady!’ He ripped the whites from her body, and inhaled a small pale breast between his teeth, murmuring ‘Ummm, I love milk,’ as he lapped at her sticky flesh, ‘but it lacks that distinctive Christmas flavour.’

Gathering up another handful of cake mix, he began to smear it against her chest. Mel groaned as he worked, dropping to her knees to suck off the ingredients that clung to his dick. His whole body stiffened with pleasure as he bent to her chest, nibbling at the mixture that hung there for a few delicious moments, before saying thoughtfully, ‘Not enough spice.’…

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If you’d like to see what happens next, or fancy dipping into the other stories; Decorations, Santa’s Little Helper, Candy at Christmas, The Little Red Dress or If You Go Down to the Woods…. you can buy Christmas Kink from-

Amazon.com-

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GI2DDQM

Amazon UK-

 http://www.amazon.co.uk/Christmas-Kink-Five-Festive-Fantasies-ebook/dp/B00GI2DDQM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1383810527&sr=8-1&keywords=Christmas+kink+five+festive+fantasies

 

Many thanks for letting me pop by today KD!

 

Merry Christmas to you all!

Kay xx

 

Kay on sofa

 

About Kay Jaybee

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012).

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on –

Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee

Facebook -http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

Kay also write contemporary romance under the name Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk

 

 
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