Yes I am but we’re not talking about me today we’re talking about my print anthology call Curvaceous.

Victoria Blisse brings you an abundance of romance, love and lust in this print collection of five sizzling short stories featuring the lushest ladies and their lusty lads. Features expanded versions of favorites Getting Physical and Naughty Rendezvous, and the never before released Sweet Thing!

Includes: Proving Santa Exists, Getting Physical, Naughty Rendezvous, Masquerading Hearts, and Sweet Thing.

And I’ve chosen a short excerpt form Sweet Thing to share with you. It is an EXCLUSIVE short story only found in Curvaceous and it’s a hot little read, even if I do say so myself. But you don’t have to take my word for it. Soho Black reviewed Curvaceous on Ciao and had this to say about it:

The collection finishes with “Sweet Thing” which, as the shortest story here, provides a short, sharp finish. Bella is working in a sweet making shop and takes a shine to a new employee, Richard. This attraction is mutual and when the two of them are left alone at the end of a long day, the inevitable happens.

With all the ingredients available, quite literally in this case, there’s a similar feel to the fridge scene from “9 ½ Weeks”, although not nearly as one sided. There’s a sexual tension from the start of the story and it gets positively filthy at the end, in more ways than one

So without further ado, here’s a short, delicious excerpt for you:

“Don’t worry boss, I’ve got it all in hand. Enjoy Tenerife.” I smile and wave as the taxi growls into life.
“And keep an eye on the new boy.” He shouts out of the window,
“I will,” I yell back, “with great pleasure,” I whisper to myself.
“And don’t forget to take Mrs Harrison her order.”
I nod and continue to wave as the taxi drives out of sight. I jump and clap my hands just as Richard walks round the corner.

“Morning, boss.” He grins,
“Too right.” I laugh back, “I like an employee who knows his place.”
“Don’t be too hard on me.” He begs, “I’m only a poor student.”
“If you behave, Sweet Thing, I promise to get my whip out.” I walk into the shop, the bell jangling and the chocolate dipped fruit, sweet smell consumes my senses.
“I like whips.” He replies, and I twirl round, delighted to hear it. “Walnut, liquorice, you know.” I laugh and shake my head then walk behind the counter and down towards the back room. I try desperately to shake the image of Richard bent over the counter, his trousers round his ankles as I whip him with one of the metre long strawberry laces out of my mind, but it is more persistently stuck than a lump for month old Hubba-Bubba under an exam room table.

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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.

I don’t know about you but I find winter a little depressing especially when it’s raining and it has done a heck of alot of raining in the UK of late. So What could be better than to escape to the beach? I’m afraid I can’t just up and disappear to the coast right now, so I’m going to revisit my favourite holiday destination through a Sweet Surrender Excerpt!

Helen relaxed as he let go of her and grabbed his camera. While he disappeared behind his viewfinder, she had time to slow down her heartbeat and gather her emotions. Surely his fingers gripping her flesh should not have aroused her like that? She’d never experienced such raw lust before; in fact she hadn’t thought she was capable of feeling it. Sex had always been a chore, the very last thing on her mind. Now the mere touch of his hand sent visions of naked bodies dancing past her eyes.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tom asked, making her jump out of her daydream. She looked out to sea, and admired the perfect balance between stirring sea and cloud whipped sky. She nodded, unable to speak, as his hand lay once again on her arm. “Let me capture you in this glorious sunlight.”

She shook her head and was about to protest verbally when she heard the first click of the camera.

“Just a few shots. Your gorgeous red dress is lit up so beautifully, your curves undulate like the waves of the sea. So sexy.”

His words mesmerized her and she stood still, a half smile playing over her lips. She felt uncomfortable with being the centre of attention, but his charm-laden words calmed her soul. What harm could it do to let him take a few shots of her? He’d never use them; she was no kind of model.

The further they walked along the shore, the quieter it became. No longer could you hear siblings teasing each other or the soft drone of the bingo caller. The smell of fresh cooked chips and donuts dissipated until all you heard was the crash of the waves and the occasional call of a gull.

“What is it like to live by the sea?” Helen asked, the weight of the silence too heavy for her to bear any longer.

“Beautiful.” He replied. “The sea conveys every emotion a man or woman can feel, and its surroundings echo that -it’s a never-ending supply of inspiration to me. Angry, happy, sad or needy, this coastline is beautiful and I’d never live anywhere else.”

“I’d love to live by the sea.” She sighed.

“Well, why don’t you?”

“Work.”

“Change your work, live by the sea.” It sounded so simple, but Helen knew it wasn’t.

“I’d not have enough money.”

“Money doesn’t matter.”

She looked at him and he looked back, unblinking.

“So you have no money.”

“No, I have money,” he answered, “I just don’t really need it.”

“Your clothes are expensive.” She countered, desperate to get one up on him.

“But old.”

“Your camera is expensive.” She thought she had him there, and her face broke into a smile of child-like gee.

“That is my livelihood. A man has to have something to live for.”

She harrumphed and turned away from him, frustrated that he made her look so stupid without even trying.

“Sorry.” his voice spoke beside her, his breath ruffling her hair. She was startled as she felt his hand on her back, and saw his face bent in close to hers. “I see things in black and white. I know it’s not always so straight forward.”

“S’ok” She shrugged away from him. “I wasn’t upset.” He wouldn’t move away from her despite her attempt, and soon she felt her side rubbing against the rough brickwork of the seawall.

“The way I see you and me, is straight forward. We have chemistry and I want to act upon that. I want to lean forward and capture your lips and kiss you till you can’t breathe, and that is only the very beginning of what I want to do.”

She let out a shuddering breath. Taken completely off guard, her wanton body reacted to the suggestions in his voice. She tilted her pelvis up to rub against his, her hand, originally raised to push him away, lying passively on his shoulder, encouraging him.

“And I know if I leaned forward now I could kiss you, and I could feel your body and I could fuck you right here and right now.”

She wanted him, and she tightened her grip on his shirtsleeve, wanting to pull him in, wanting him to fulfill all these sexy promises.

“But I won’t. I won’t until you ask me to; do you want me to kiss you?” His lips were so close to hers that she could already feel the force of the kiss. She nodded her head ever so slightly. “Ask me,” he panted, obviously enflamed by the situation. She could feel him pressing into her, his body that close to hers.

She was not thinking, only feeling. Desire was the only thing she was aware of as she leaned forward to breathe one short word.

“Please.”

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Today’s Excerpt comes from my collection of stories Seasons of Blisse.

As the name suggests the stories all come from different seasons of the year and here is a little teaser from An Unorthodox Exercise

I walk into the waiting room, very late for my appointment, puffing and blowing. My hair is windswept and my cheeks rosy from exertion.

“Andre!” I shout, seeing him just inside the physio room.

“Hey, Katy.” His handsome face flowers into a smile. “I thought you’d forgotten about me.” A cheeky wink accompanies his comment

“Nearly,” I pant. “Sorry, I was so caught up in my latest story I totally forgot the time. I’ve run all the way here.”

I hadn’t really; I’d just hurried the last steps through the corridor whilst running my hands through my hair and pinching my cheeks, rushing past confused orderlies and patients alike.

“Well everyone else is gone, I was just going to pack up myself…but you’re here now. Let’s look at this wrist.”

“It’s feeling much better,” I tell him. “I don’t use the splint at all. It just gets in the way.”

“That is good.” He smiles as he leads me into an empty booth. I sit in the plastic chair and rest my hands on the table in front of me.

“Hang on a minute. I’m just going to lock the door. We should have all gone home by now, and I could get in trouble for seeing someone after the physio clinic is shut.”

“Oh, I don’t want to get you in trouble,” I emphatically exclaim.

“Don’t worry,” he says, “you won’t, but I’ll lock the door to be safe.”

“Okay, well if you’re sure,” I call after him, watching his buttocks swing as he walks. I here the clink, clunk of a key turning in a lock and soon Andre is back in the fabric cubical.

“We’ll have to roll up those sleeves, Katy.”

Andre pointed to the long sleeved magenta top I was wearing, the sleeves tightly cinched round my wrist.

“Oh, hell.” I exclaim. “I can’t roll this sleeve up, it’s too tight.” I pull and tug on the cotton material for emphasis. “I totally forgot I had it on.”

“Well…” Andre let the word roll out. I could almost hear the cogs spinning in his brain. “You’ll have to take the top off, then.”

“Yeah, I suppose I will.”

I hide my smile and slowly lift the top over my head, pulling it off my arms and away from my wrists. Carefully, I fold it and place it on the table, my hands on top of it.

Of course, I had on my latest purchase, a bra that I chose especially for this occasion. Deep, sensuous red in color with all lace panels, so you can see my breasts and nipples through the weave of the material.

It sculpts to my form perfectly, pushing up and out the heavy flesh of my bosom. It and the red lace full knickers to match cost me a small fortune, but I knew they would be worth every penny.

Pushing my arms straight out in front of me pulls my breasts closer together and pushes them up, spilling ever so slightly over the cup. Andre’s ragged breathing is clearly audible. The physio department, usually buzzing with activity, is now eerily quiet.

He clears his throat.

“Right, then.”

He sits on the bed next to me to do the same old exercises.

Normally the banter is flowing by now. Today, there is a sense of something about to happen and an erotic silence falls between us. I see his eyes wandering to my breasts, then darting back to my hands.

Our eyes meet once and he knows I see him looking. He squirms in the seat and firmly grasps my left wrist.

“You know the drill, Katy. If it hurts, just yell.”

I giggle at the weak joke, too loudly. It echoes around the room, then is eaten up by the silence.

Andre leans in and over my wrist, further than usual. I guess it is to try and get my breasts out of his line of vision.

A deep musk fills my senses. A sharp tang of eucalyptus and a deeper more masculine scent underlies it. Andre turns his head to me, obviously to say something and my body takes over. As soon as I see those pouty lips, I press my own to them. I feel his body tense with the surprise and I shut my eyes tight, almost holding my breath, hoping to the high heavens I haven’t misread the signs.

The touch of his lips is electric. My lips are on fire, prickly and lusting to move. I can’t press the kiss further until I know he wants it. The time drags on, our lips brushing together. I feel like crying; the torture of being so close but not sure if I am doing the right thing pulls at my guts.

Just as I contemplate pulling away and running out of the room, to hide myself away from the world for the next millennia, the pressure of Andre’s lips grow. His right hand moves up my naked arm still it rests upon my shoulder, the other hand coming round my body, gathering me close. My hands dislodge from the table, making it fall to the floor.

His lips part and press deeper into my own. I press back, my body elated and relieved, my hands snaking up his body to rest on his cheeks, pulling him harder into the kiss. I can feel a nerve pulsing under his skin. I can feel the tension running through his body, centring upon the place where our lips join.

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