Today, I wish I were back in Sunny Scarborough on my holiday instead of in grey Manchester and going for yet another hospital appointment.I feel like I live there at the moment, I have thyroid problems, finally last week they decided they’re going to remove it, so now, more appointments, woo hoo.

So, todays excerpt is from Sweet Surrender, my erotic Scarborough holiday romance short story.

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Sweet Surrender is the story of Helen’s holiday. She’s just broken up with her boyfriend and finds herself in the sunny, bustling Scarborough surrounded by Love Birds and just as she’s about to give up and go home she meets Tom. Tom is a confident photographer who offers to take her on the tour of the town but by taking the tour Helen discovers more about herself and her personality than about the sweet, seaside town.

Here’s the HOT excerpt:

He lifted his head and their lips were once again united. She was surprised by the domination of that kiss. Considering their positions, she should be in charge and in command but no, even in this prone position he was boss. “You’re beautiful, Helen. Your skin is so pleasantly pale, your pussy so pink, plump and damp. Yes, I saw how much you were turned on, you naughty girl. You like exposing yourself, don’t you?”

She couldn’t answer; his gaze stung. He looked up at her flushed face and as much as she wanted to scream Yes, the words wouldn’t leave her mouth. Before she could act or speak, he shifted his weight, throwing her down on the grass beside him. In seconds he had her pinned,, her skirt trapped around her waist as he ground his erection against her uncovered pubis.

“You like this, don’t you?” He asked again before capturing her lips for a kiss, if such a rough, dominant action could be classed as such. Again, he asked. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered as his lips slipped to her neck and his teeth began to nibble the sensitive flesh there.

“Yes,” she said, as his hands slid up and down her sides, lifting the dress higher, so she could feel his rough jeans chaffing her thighs and stomach, his erection straining to be released.

His weight shifted again and she was left exposed. He was kneeling between her spread legs, baring his camera.

Her hands darted for her tucked up dress.

“Don’t,” he commanded and as her fingers gripped the material he growled. “Please.” She let her grip loosen, nervously looking to her left and to her right. There was no sign of anyone else in the vicinity.

“You’re gorgeous,” he crooned. “Lift the dress higher.” Helen paused for a moment, her cheeks red, her nostrils flared. Her body was wound up with sexual tension but something deep in her mind screamed No! Her conscience was muttering about her reputation, about her vulnerability, about her being a grown woman. However, Helen chose to ignore that voice. She slowly lifted the dress higher, exposing the bottom cups of her red bra.

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“Stunning,” Tom gasped. His knuckles protruded as he held his camera tight to stop his hands from shaking. She kept surprising him, taking him off guard. Helen was a sexual beast caged up by propriety, rules and decency. Now that those bars were being slowly removed, she was blossoming.

“Let’s see those pretty tits.” He groaned, clicking the camera as she ran her hands over her breasts, easing down the cups and scrunching them up beneath her abundant boobs. She was sex personified; she bumped up her hips and gripped her flesh. Tom moved closer, his eye fixed to his camera.

“Beautiful, so beautiful,” he whispered as her fingers traced the outline of her large areolas. Deep peach on a background of dairy cream, the nipple was like a luscious raspberry, crying to be licked and bit. He controlled himself, not knowing her limit, suspecting he had already pushed her past it.

Her eyes were closed, and her mouth pursed into a kissable pout as her hands roamed from her breasts, over the verdant hillock of her stomach to the valley and river between her thighs. As she pressed her fingers through the curly reeds, he gasped and held his breath, daring to imagine that she would delve deeper, taking her fingers to paddle in the damp shallows of her wet slit.

He was kneeling and zooming in on her fingers as they pulled and pushed at the soft, pliable flesh and teased the hard rock of her clit, exploring her femininity. He could hear every breath, almost feel it like the breeze as it caressed his cheek. She panted and groaned, her pleasure slowly spiraling higher and higher. His cock was uncomfortable in his jeans, and he took one hand off the camera and reached down to his groin to rub the length of his straining manhood.

So escape to sensual Scarborough today.

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Buy Sexier Side of the Hill from Total-E-Bound!

It’s even hotter on the Sexier Side of the Hill…

Michelle has just graduated from university and is embarking on a new career as a doctor. She’s going to have a big 40th birthday party to prove to her younger uni pals that she isn’t over the hill, and on a booze cruise to France she has a sexy adventure with two hot bi guys.

But this is just the start, as her ex-boyfriend, Darren, shows up at her party, walking in on a very hot threesome. But will he turn around and walk out or stay to join in?

“Don’t be embarrassed, madam.” Paul nodded. “We’re good at what we do. I’m sure no one else would have noticed.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and casually rested a thick hand on my breast as his friend eased down my zip and slipped his fingers inside.

“Oh, yes her knickers are soaked,” Simon reported. He looked straight past me to Paul, and I felt a strange thrill at being examined like a car or a piece of meat.

“Let me check.” Paul’s voice quavered and let me know they weren’t as detached as they attempted to appear. His fingers replaced his friend’s. They felt stubbier and rougher as they were forced between my pussy’s lips, pressing the damp material between my sensitised folds. The seagulls above us cried out with lusty abandon. I wished I could too but I was in public again. Although it seemed no one else was braving the wind, someone could walk past at any moment.

“I need to find the source of the leak and deal with it,” he explained.

“And I need to help,” Simon added as his fingers snaked under the black material, too. I stretched my thighs as their fingers fought and sought, arousing me as they groped and grabbed, squeezed and stroked. “I’ve found it,” Paul gasped. His finger slipped between my slick lips and sunk into my clutching hole.

Simon’s finger that had rested on my clit now slipped up and down, and I stifled a moan of erotic joy. Two different hands manipulated me, two bodies crushed against mine and two gorgeous men went all out to make me come. I felt like a princess.

It was difficult not to scream with pleasure. I buried my face in Simon’s shoulder and held on to Paul’s T-shirt as they coaxed an orgasm from me. The cold wind whipped past my cheek as my warm juices coated their fingers, and I bit into the soft flesh of Simon’s neck to stop the noise bursting forth from my lips.

“Sorry,” I apologised as a wave of contentment lapped over me.

“No need to apologise,” he replied. He kissed my cheek and the intimacy made my cunt tremor again.

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Buy Seasons of Blisse today for $6

There’s fumbling and frolicking in the daffodils, summer sex on show, spooky Halloween dress up and warm, winter snuggles all written by Victoria Blisse and contained in one hot volume. Seasons of Blisse contains sexy stories from every season to whet your appetite come rain or shine.

There is 52k worth of Blisseful, hot stories in Seasons of Blisse for you to dip into any time you like. If it’s hot and your sick of melting you can look up a chilly winters tale, if you’re freezing cold and dreaming of the sun, look up a hot summers sizzler. Whatever you fancy you’ll find a story in here to match your mood and they do say a little bit of what you fancy does you good.

Here is a hot Excerpt from Sunny, Summer Sex.

“Morning, gorgeous. Someone got me all sweaty last night.” I grin as he turns over and looks all innocent. “So I’m going for a shower.”
“Sounds great.” Mike grins, a cheeky twinkle in his light eyes. “I need a shower too, can I join you?”

“Sure. I’m all for saving water.”

As I walk to the bathroom I feel his hand squeezing my buttock,

“You’re definitely an ass man,” I say, smiling.

“Not really. I just like touching you, anywhere.” His fingers stroke up and down my back as I smile at the compliment.

Quickly, I turn and wrap an arm around his shoulder, kissing him ruthlessly whilst fondling his erection with my other hand.

“I’m quite a fan of touching you, too.”

Giggling, I skip to the bathroom. The echo of his soft groan makes my pussy ache. Reaching over to switch on the shower, I feel his cock pressing against my buttocks, his hands on my hips. Leaving the shower to run a moment, I pull back, twirl around and place a kiss upon the end of Mike’s nose. Even crinkling his nose like a cute bunny makes him look sexy. I giggle, hop under the warm water jets and groan my appreciation.

“Hey, let me in on the action.” Mike steps into the glass booth and squeezes in next to me, his hands grasping my hips, pulling me close.

“Ouch!” The metallic thump echoes and Mike mumbles something under his breath as he lifts the shower head to accommodate his tall frame.

“Sorry.” I say, rubbing my hands through his hair, running my fingers down his cheek and to his chest.

“You will be.” he replies, grabbing my hips and spinning me round. My hands come up as I stumble, and I brace myself against the wall. The synthetic rain of the shower beats down my shoulders and runs down the sides of my breasts in rivulets, pooling at the base of my spine.
His hand slaps down on my butt. It takes me by surprise and stings a little as another strike lands on my other buttock. I hear him moving, then feel his lips on my tingling flesh. They cover my arse, butterfly kiss by butterfly kiss. Fingers part my flesh and I lean forward, my breasts pressing against the cold wall. I gasp and my nipples tighten. Mike’s cool fingers pry me open as the water runs down between my cheeks and flows between my plump lips, tickling sensually. His tongue slips between those exposed lips. Moaning, I grind back on his face, feeling his long, lithe tongue flicking forward, lapping at my clit.

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