Well, it’s been a year of highs and lows, a bit of a yo-yo really. On the lows both my husband and I have had health issues, his far more serious than mine. He’s been in hospital three times for overnight or more stays and has been in for numerous hospital appointments and the sinus problems that have plagued him for the past 3 years have still not been resolved. Hopefully 2010 will be the year where he actually finds health once more.

But on the other hand I have experienced many highs. A lot of these happened on various holidays I was fortunate enough to have in this past year.

I discovered the joy of just lying on the beach in June’s scorching heat in Scarborough.

With my sunbrella of course to protect my delicate skin!

I went to Disneyland Paris with my mum and my daughter and had a fantastic weekend there. I even conquered Big thunder Mountain, saw the dragon below the princess’s castle and met Baloo my favouritist ever Disney character!

My daughter and I went to Legoland, another place I have always wanted to visit:

And my sister, mum and I had a fantastic time visiting Warwick castle and Chatsworth house for my Sister’s birthday treat:

I look like a complete plonker in that photo but it makes me laugh. Warwick Castle had lots of things we could dress up in!

And of course, I’ve had several stories published this year.

Firstly, Spiced Vanilla appeared in Night of the Senses

Then not long after Secret Surprise, the tale of a bus driver and a virgin exhibitionist was released.

Scentsual was released from Phaze, a femdom story based in Scarborough, my favourite place in the world.

Then I was thrilled to have 2 of my stories, Watching and Chocolate lover, feature in Xcite’s Ultimate Curves.

The next Story, Moon Shy appeared in Over the Moon and was a completely different story for me as it is all about a Werewolf, well two actually and the young human girl who stumbles between them.

And then the first Christmas offering from Ms Blisse was released from Xcite books in their anthology Seriously Sexy Stocking Filler and is called “The Scent of Pine”.

Then the long awaited sequel to Getting Physical arrived! Getting Intimate was released from Phaze in December.

And the last release of the year is another Christmas tale of love, lust and magical sleigh rides, Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart.

So 2009 was a busy year. I hope you enjoy your New Year celebrations and the 2010 will be a good year for you all!

I was the guest blogger at Whipped Cream Reviews on Monday and because I’m a complete plonker I forgot to mention it over here. So I’m mentioning it now. :)

I talk about why I still believe in Father Christmas and why I think it’s very important that everyone remembers the red-suited one not just at Christmas but all through the year!

And once you’ve read my guest blog, you can check out my latest release, where Father Christmas plays a big part in bringing my two shy virgin characters together.

Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart is available from Total-E-Bound now and will restore your holiday cheer, I am very sure!

And enjoy the latest eBook release from Victoria Blisse. Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart was released from Total-E-Bound today and it’s the perfect story to curl up in a corner with when you’re in desperate need of a little rest and recuperation after the stress and the strain of the festive season.

Do you believe in Santa? He believes in you.

Jodi is a toll booth operator and she meets Mike when one night he forgets change for the toll. There is an instant connection and they decide to meet up on Christmas Eve for a date. However plans are almost ruined when Mike’s car refuses to start but then Santa swoops down and gives them a lift on his sleigh.

Our couple get to know each other intimately during their stay at Santa’s grotto and are surprised to find out that Father Christmas has a job for them both but will our virgin lovers take on the task?

I love this story, I mean I love everything I write but this little lovely is so sweet and good and uplifting that I can’t help but adore it. Here’s a short excerpt for you so you can get a glimpse of the seasonal heart of this story.

The greasy spoon was wittily or predictably called �The Greasy Spoon.� It was a small red fronted caf� with a yellowing �Open� sign in the window. When Jodi walked in she was hit by the the smell first, (Mostly grease with a hint of bacon.) and the sound second. She could hear the crick-crack of the bacon frying and that was it. The room was silent. The third thing she became aware of next was that every stare in the place was directed her way.

�Ah, eh, Mikey.� A harsh, spittle-filled male voice piped up. �Who�s the lady?�
�Hiya, Lee,� Mike said, �this is my friend, Jodi.�
�Ah, eh, Jodi,� Lee leered at her, his dark beady eyes ran over her frame, �it�s real nice to meetcha.� His Scouse accent was so harsh even Jodi as a local needed to concentrate to work out what he was saying.
He wiped his hand on his apron and offered it to her from behind the old, brown, melamine counter. She took the proffered hand, shook it warily, and was very conscious of the sticky feeling of his fingers on hers.

�Whatcha having, Mike?� His focus changed as he swept a small stub of yellow HB pencil down from behind his ear. Jodi hadn�t seen it there until that point, because his large ears stuck out so much from his baldhead.
�I�ll have my usual Lee,� he replied. �And Jodi will have?�
�A big breakfast. Extra bacon no tomatoes, I don�t like fruit in my fry-ups.� Lee looked at her with newfound awe. �Oh, and a big mug of tea and a couple of rounds of toast, cheers.�

Jodi walked off to find a table as Mike paid for their meals and took her coat off before sitting down.
�Well, Lee really likes you.� Mike stated as he sat down on one of the melded-to-the- floor plastic chairs across from her. As he slid in his leg bumped into hers. She apologised but it took a moment for her to move her knee so that their legs were no longer touching. Her mind was filled with images of her naked legs wrapped up with his. His gentle touch rioting through her senses and making her crave for a lustful touch. He smiled uneasily and she grinned back over the yellowing melamine top and noted the fact that it might well have been white, once upon a time a very long time ago.
�Is that a good thing?� Jodi asked with a nervous giggle.
�Well, yes. It means you�ll get bigger portions, and they�ll be properly cooked. Lee likes me, and I�m not dead yet.�

When the food arrived it looked, well, interesting. Jodi wondered what the bad option would have looked like. Grease, in her mind, was meant to be consumed in vast quantities now and then, all in one go. This was easily her grease ration for the whole of next year.
�This is a first.� Jodi said after munching on the corner of a piece of stiff, fried bread, �I�ve never been out to breakfast with a customer before.�
�Well it�s good to know I am a unique experience,� he replied. �And I have never been to breakfast with a beautiful tollbooth assistant before either.�
The compliment did not go unnoticed and Jodi�s cheeks flushed as red as the thin, cheap, tinsel festooned across the window beside them. After this grease, Jodi thought, I�ll be turning as green as the cotton-covered baubles too.

Again silence; where both parties assessed their opposite number. Neither had really seen the other in daylight before. So, as morning had truly broken, they were seeing each other in literally a new light.

Jodi thought Mike looked a little nerdier in the light of day, but under the bright white, top that he was wearing she could see the outline of his surprisingly pert muscles.

Mike saw the dark-green of Jodi�s eyes properly and was amazed by the intensity in them. She looked paler by daylight and much more delicate. Both decided they still liked what they saw and continued to munch away happily, forking in fried egg and bacon as if it were their dying meal. The radio suddenly blared into audio range and Jodi started singing along.

�A beautiful sight, we�re happy tonight,� and Mike joined in with the, �walking in a winter wonderland.�

I know once Christmas day has been and gone you tend to loose all interest in Christmassy things but you should make an exception for this story, I guarantee that it will leave you with a warm heart (and hot other-regions) and a new appreciation for Santa and his little helpers.

Just in time to make the perfect stocking filler it’s the Sequel to Getting Physical at long last!

Getting Intimate is part two of the three part “Getting There” series and hopefully it won’t take me 3 years to get round to writing the last book. Terri and John are such great characters I knew I would have to continue with their story. Getting Physical is very much the beginning of the relationship, Getting Intimate shows how that relationship grows and deepens and shows how fragile it really is. Here’s the blurb:

John and Terri have been dating for six months now, and John is anxious to commemorate this special anniversary. As much as Terri loves the time she spends with John, she still can’t shake her negative self-worth. When a series of misunderstandings drives the two apart, it’s up to John to convince the woman he loves that she’s the only one with whom he wants to be intimate.

And an excerpt as promised!

When John said ‘but,’ I held my breath. I thought he was going to say something terrible. As he finished the sentence I began to smile.
“Well, I have been naughty,” I dropped my eyes and pouted, “but surely a good ticking off will be enough. You don’t need to spank me.”
“Oh, but I do. I think naughty girls need a good spanking or they forget what they’re not supposed to do.” John squeezed my arm then rolled over to the edge of the bed. “Come on, over my knee, young lady. Show me how sorry you really are.”
“Yes, Sir,” I sighed and very slowly got up off the bed. I wanted to run over. I couldn’t wait to feel the impact of his hard hand against my soft buttocks, but I played along with the game. I knew that would make the experience all the better.
“Come on, girl, today. Hurry or I’ll add more spanks!”
I scurried round and stood before him. My heart hammered away in my chest and as he patted his thigh, just a few inches away from his straining hard on, my pussy throbbed with pleasure. I stepped forward and bent. He guided me down over his lap, until my fingers dragged along the soft carpet. I could feel his cock pressing between my stomach and my pubis and I wanted to forget the spanking. I wanted to drop to my knees and take that glorious hardness between my lips. As I was distracted by that mouth-watering treat, John hooked his fingers into the top of my much-abused knickers, pulling them down to reveal my creamy white cheeks.
I began to struggle a little. I wanted to get back into the game.
“Stop it,” he said, his hand slapping down onto my flesh to emphasise that he meant business. “Lay still and take your punishment like a good girl.”

And remember you can buy both Getting Physical and Getting Intimate at Phaze now with 20% off using the SANTA promotional code at checkout.

Okay first things first! RK Charron wins a copy of Naughty Rendezvous and Boyce Williams wins a copy of Proving Santa Exists, congratulations to you both!

And now I am pleased to announce that just in time for Christmas Getting Intimate is released from Phaze tomorrow! Getting Intimate is the sequel to Getting Physical which is by far my best selling Phaze title. John and Terri have been clamouring for a new story for ages and finally I got around to writing it! Here’s the blurb:

John and Terri have been dating for six months now, and John is anxious to commemorate this special anniversary. As much as Terri loves the time she spends with John, she still can’t shake her negative self-worth. When a series of misunderstandings drives the two apart, it’s up to John to convince the woman he loves that she’s the only one with whom he wants to be intimate.

And just for you an excerpt!

I’m not a naturally dominant woman. I found my dominant streak when I found out John was a virgin. I took charge on that first occasion and enjoyed it. More often than not, I took control of things sexual. We both enjoyed it that way, but I had never before initiated something as kinky as this. I was shaking. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull it off at all. I was tempted just to walk into my room and say “Okay, that was your punishment, ha, ha, let’s fuck,” but I took a deep breath as I reached the top of the stairs and reminded myself that it was a game and decided to play along. It couldn’t do any harm and if my dominance broke down after a while, who’d care? We’d be having sex. It’s hard to care about anything else mid-fuck.
When I walked into my bedroom, I found him kneeling at the foot of the bed. He was facing away from me and staring at the floral duvet a few inches from his face.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?” I walked up and admired his pert buttocks and strong back.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied immediately, his gaze set straight ahead. As I walked past him I brushed my fingers over his shoulder and heard him gasp in anticipation.
“Naughty boys need punishing.” I stated and sat down on the bed in front of him. He didn’t speak, he didn’t even look up. I let the silence hang whilst I took in his naked submissiveness and noticed his cock straining away from his groin. He was really enjoying this.
“Okay, naughty boy, get over my knee.”
He stood up then, eyes still directed down, his cheeks blazing red with emotion. He gently lowered himself over my lap, using his hands for balance. I could feel his hard cock and let my thighs fall open a little to give it space and enjoy the feel of it on my skin.
I ran my hand over his bottom. His cheeks were soft and giving yet pert from all the cycling and running he did. I lifted my hand away and watched him tense, expecting a spank. I let my hand hang in the air for an extra moment. Just as he started to relax, I brought it down with a smack against his flesh. He yelped and I smiled. I decided I could get used to being the Mistress.
“Naughty boy,” I scolded, slapping him again. “You made Mistress feel bad, talking to that other woman, You’re mine.” I spanked him again, harder this time. “You understand that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned. His cock, hard and juicy between my thighs, made me want to pull him up and on top of me. I wanted to feel him between my slick lips, but I resisted and continued to play the game.

Thjis will be available from Phaze tomorrow, the 21st December! I will be back tomorrow with moree details and another excerpt!

I love Father Christmas, he is awesome. I don’t take anything at all away from Jesus and his birth, he’s the main star of Christmas by far but I do have a soft spot for lively old St.Nick! Yep, I may be 31 but I do still believe in Santa or at least the spirit of Santa who personifies the giving, jolly nature of Christmas.

And today’s excerpt comes from Proving Santa Exists where Jenny shows Jonathan what a proper Christmas is like. This was my first ever published story, how exciting is that and as such it will always hold a special place in my heart. Here’s the blurb:

When Jonathan transferred from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers, Inc., Jenny was the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she made up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree, who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?

And here is a little excerpt for you to enjoy and get you in the mood for the big day as there are now only 8 more sleeps to go!

“Ooh, Jonathan, can you check those lights for me now?” I look up towards him, and find his crotch just above my eye height. I drop my eyes again quickly, and try to not wonder about the bulge I’m sure I just saw there.

“Sure.” He steps around me, his legs rubbing against my back. “So, erm, do I just plug these in then?” Obviously, Jonathan has not dealt with Christmas tree lights before.

“Yeah, and if they light up, that’s your job done. If they don’t, you need to check all the bulbs and find the one—or ones—that don’t work and replace them with those spares in that packet.”

“Ahh, I see.” He nods and sets to work, as I move my way further up the tree.

“Oh, now then, I need to find a good place for Fairy Mary.” I hold up a small, old, porcelain fairy, her red dress flared, the sequins lost, only the little blobs of glue to show where they once were. Her blonde hair is more fuzzy than curly, and her gold glittering halo shows mostly silver now.

“Fairy Mary?” Jonathan flicks the switch to red, and the lights come on, fizzle with a sad “plink,” then fade to black.

“There’s a bulb loose somewhere. You’ll have to fiddle with them, then screw it in.” He raises a long narrow brow, and I realise how suggestive that just sounded. “And, yes, Fairy Mary.” I quickly continue, avoiding eye contact. “She’s been passed down from my Nanna’s Mum—who might even have gotten it from her mother, though we’re not sure. She always has the most comfortable branch to sit on. She’s an old lady now, you see.”

He nods and continues to turn the lights in his fingers. “So do you have a lot of Christmas traditions?”

“Oh, a fair few: the decorations, baking my own Christmas cake from scratch, watching The Muppet Christmas Carol on Christmas Eve. After that, I go up to Tom Jenkins’s farm and look at the tree and Nativity scene before going to church for midnight mass. That’s before we even get to Christmas Day!”

“Do you have many people here on Christmas Day?”

I nod. “Yeah, a fair few. There’s my sister Marie, and her husband Mike, and their two teenaged girls. Aunty May comes over with her friend Queenie, and then there will be Uncle Charlie and his wife, their son, his wife and the newborn boy—what’s his name—oh yes, Jake.”

“They’ll all fit in here?” He has very expressive eyebrows, with the tiniest movement he conveys great scepticism.

“Well, not all at once. Charlie and his lot come over at teatime. He had a falling out with his sister some years ago, and I’ve just found it easier to have them round separately.” Just then, Jonathan tries the lights once more and the trailing vine lights up. Reds, greens, blues, and pink grapes shine with gaudy Christmas symbolism. I squeal in delight and clap my hands. “Just in time, too! I’ve just finished the decorations.”

The lights are easily trailed through the forest of baubles, Santa’s, fairies, and hanging toys. “Right, just the tinsel now. You start at the top, and I’ll go from the bottom, and we’ll meet in the middle.”

Tinsel trails through my fingertips as I twirl around the tree, stooping low, then bending at the waist, then almost standing straight with just my shoulders stooped. As I raise my head to see how Jonathan is doing, I crack against something hard.

“Oh, I am sorry.” I reach out automatically and rub my hand against Jonathan’s bumped chin, cupping his cheek in the palm of my hand, like a parent comforting an injured baby. However, the slight prickle of his end-of-the-day stubble reminds me in a powerful way that this is a grown man I’m handling so intimately.

Then, there are lips: softly demanding lips pressing gently against my own. They form a kiss. They don’t apologise or ask permission; they take possession of my mouth. Brooking no argument, confidently they mesh with mine, moving sensually as his hands come round me, sheltering me, cradling me close. No sooner has it been created than the kiss is torn apart. We are red cheeked, unable to meet each other’s eyes.

“I’ll, erm, turn on the lights then.” I scurry over to the plug, and flip the switch. “Ooh,” I gasp as the lights come on, bathing my room in festive cheer. “It looks just about perfect.” I walk back to the tree and tweak the tinsel here and there, so the lights come through a bit clearer. Jonathan says nothing, just stares into the softly glowing tackiness.

What could be better than decorating the tree and a first kiss eh? Now you can pick Proving Santa Exists from Phaze now with yep, you guessed it, 20% off just use the SANTA promotional code at the checkout for 20% off your total order. How good is that?

And how good am I to you? Today I’m giving you a double whammy. If you pop on over to the Total-E-Bound blog you can read my post yesterday all about Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart which comes out on the 28th December from Total-E-Bound and Father Christmas has a very major role in that one!

We’re back to Getting Physical today which is kinda cool as Getting Intimate is released on Monday and both are parts of the Getting Together trilogy.

Here’s the blurb for Getting Physical:

Terri is a BBW who really does not enjoy going to the gym to exercise, but she really loves the view of John’s hard, pumping thighs.

John is always at the gym, working on his definition. He thinks he’s lanky and scrawny and is convinced the sexy, curvy new girl will never look twice at him.

A twist of fate brings them together, but will they be able to get over their own insecurities and take advantage of the season of love? It is Valentine’s day after all.

And now an excerpt from one of my favourite ever female Characters, Terri.

After the treadmill, I wanted to do something that involved sitting, so I found a rower that was free and sat my fat ass down on it. I didn’t feel as massive and blobby as I thought I might. There were a few “real” people in there that evening, but there were also some very intimidating thin and sweaty individuals.

One particular fit fellow caught my eye. He was peddling away on a bike as I rowed, and my eyes were repeatedly drawn to his pumping thighs. His legs were long and lean beneath his black shorts. The arms that showed below his sleeveless T-shirt looked strong and manly. I reckoned they could give a very good hug; also I was pretty sure they’d not let a man down whilst fucking missionary style.

I took a deep breath and turned my concentration to rowing. Such a lean, thin and gorgeous man would never look twice at this boring, brunette blob anyway. Well, I suppose I have some pretty impressive breasts—natural and still quite perky—and my bottom may be big, but it is wonderfully squeezable, or so I’ve been told. But the kind of guy who hones his body to such an extent was not going to want a gym-shy girlfriend like me. If he’s around in the future when I popped in to work out, at least I’d have something nice to look at.

He was still peddling away like Billy-o as I gingerly got up from the rowing seat. My knees ached, and my back protested loudly. I thought I should use just one more instrument of torture for the day, then I could legitimately call it quits. The exercise bike was not too torturous and could be used to effectively wind down; the problem was the only bike left was next to the health god I’d just been drooling over.

I almost chickened out then and there, but Mark must have seen my move towards the bike and misinterpreted my hesitation.

“Can you remember how to use the bike?” his deep, powerful voice boomed from the reception desk behind me.

“Yes. Yes, thanks.” I turned my head and smiled at Mark. Next thing I knew I was peddling sedately along next to the guy with the nutcracker thighs whilst trying my hardest to keep my gaze straight ahead. In spite of myself, I kept glancing to the side to admire the mellow brown of his skin and the deep, dark black of his hair. It was short at the back and sides and peaked into multiple spikes upon his head. Very cool, very fashionable, and another visual pointer to the impossibility of him ever being attracted to me.

Hell, I’m not fashionable. I’m definitely not cool. I never have been. In school and college, I had crushes on all kinds of guys, but they always saw me as just a mate. I don’t think any man ever saw me as sexy, and the horrid school uniform I had to wear never helped. My mother always said bigger girls had to cover up their extra bits of flesh, and I would never be seen in anything less than two sizes too big for me. I smothered my body and made it look bigger by doing so. Actually, whenever I wanted to feel comfy, I went by my mother’s rule, as the baggy T-shirt and shapeless jogging bottoms I wore that night illustrated.

So when I saw the sex god glancing back at me, I assumed he must have been wondering what a big girl like me was doing in a place like that. I suddenly became doubly aware of the sweat rolling down my fleshy body and the red flush to my face and my arms. I decided enough was enough and stopped peddling. I swung my leg over the seat and over balanced; barely catching myself on the handle bar of the bike next to me when I felt his hand clasp around my upper arm.

“Are you okay?” Even his voice was athletic, deep and emotive and very, very sexy.

“Yeah. Just a bit clumsy,” I giggled nervously. I felt his hand over mine, another at my elbow.

“Are you sure?” I sensed his body shifting. “You’ve not over done it have you?”

“No. I’m okay,” I insisted and pulled myself up straight, away from his hot touch. I smiled at him, my cheeks so full I felt they might burst. I felt silly and out of place.

“I’m John. This is your first time here right?”

Oh, fan-fucking-tastic. I looked fat, out-of-place, and moronic. Thanks. Rub it in a little harder why don’tcha?

“Yeah,” I giggled again, trying to cover my irritation. “And probably my last.” I hiss under my breath.

“Well,” he smiled, his own cheeks flushed, probably from his exertions on the bike, “Erm, what’s your name again?”

I hadn’t told him, but I thought I had nothing to lose in letting him know it. “Terri,” I grinned. Or was it a snarl?

“Terri,” he smiled. Or was he baring his teeth in challenge, too? “The first time is a bit daunting, isn’t it? Anyway, I’m here most evenings, so… so if you need any help give me a shout, okay?

I thought he was being sarcastic; he was trying to push me out by belittling me.

“Oh, cheers.” I gritted my teeth. “See you round.” I strode off, my head held high and my blood boiling. Well, if he thought he could intimidate this fat girl out of his gym, he was bloody well mistaken!

And On Monday the 21st December you will be able to buy Getting Intimate the next installment in the Terri and John story and yes, you know it, you can get 20% off by using the SANTA code. And today you can win a copy of Getting Physical by leaving me a comment! Winners will be announced on Sunday!

It really doesn’t sound like a Blisse story does it? But it is and it does have a happy ending, I promise. Here’s the blurb for my Phaze Fury Heatsheet Masquerading Hearts.

Laura craves revenge. After Jack’s betrayal with a bitchy blonde she can think of nothing but avenging her broken heart. In the drive for closure she moves from one night stand to one night stand, fueling the pain, not quelling it as her conflicting emotions for Jack still run riot within her.

Reluctantly attending a party, she finds herself seduced by a sexy stranger but as they move to the bedroom, Jack enters…

Will a foursome bring the closure she needs? Is Jack the only one who can fix the heart he broke? Or is this all just another act in this erotic masquerade.

I was very much taken by surprise by the plot for Masquerading Hearts, it came to me all of a sudden and I had great fun writing it, it’s very different to my usual stories. So here’s an excerpt for you:

I move with the beat, long strides that sensually stretch my legs, showing their maximum length under my short skirt. I fix my eyes on the two young guys and push my way through the gyrating crowd to reach them. I slip between their hard bodies making sure to push my bottom back and press into the crotch of one and display my breasts to the other.

I needn’t have worried about being rejected; their hands are already all over my body. The guy behind is grinding slowly into my ass, his hands on either hip, pulling me closer into the growing bulge at his crotch. The one in front of me has hands on my sides, just cupping my breasts, and his body is pressed in close to me. I’m literally sandwiched between two hard, young bodies. I feel Jacks eyes upon me and look up. It’s crazy that we still have a connection; that I can feel his eyes resting on me, making my pulse race.

I meet his gaze and smile. You know that smile a cat flashes you when it’s just eaten your dinner and is now reclining in your chair? Well, my smile is just like that. Take that, cheater. Seeing his look of recognition, the confusion, and finally the dark flicker of pain in his bright, joyful eyes brings a deep sense of satisfaction for a moment, but then the emptiness fills the pit of my stomach again and I feel the need to inflict more pain, much more pain than he caused me.

I turn back to look into the eyes of the lad groping my breasts, and he smiles at me. I lean in as if to whisper in his ear but instead I press my lips to his cheek. Slowly he moves his head so my lips slip around to press against his. His breath is harsh with rough spirit and sweetened with a hint of cola. His kiss is practiced, confident, and proud and matches mine for intensity. I flick an eye open and Jack is still there, but he’s not watching. He’s grabbed a young girl and is engaged in sucking all the life from her body via her mouth.

Pulling away from the kiss with an audible slurp, I turn around and plant my lips upon the lips of the guy who’s been grinding into my arse for the last few minutes. I feel the hard bump of the other guy’s cock pressing into the soft flesh of my ample bottom, and I wrap my hands around my new prey, pulling him in close, and encouraging him to run his hands up and down my sides, brushing over my breasts.

I feel hands cupping my buttocks and, as my skirt is so short and my underwear so brief, I can feel the big, soft hands on the bare flesh there. I moan, but the moan is absorbed by the impassioned kiss I’m engaged in. I know that if Jack is watching right now, he’ll be able to see the hands on my arse and it makes me smile wickedly. I’ll give him something else to look at, too. I want him to be in turmoil, complete and utter heartbreaking turmoil, just as I have been over the last few months.

I slip my hands down from the fit lad’s back to his bottom. I pull him in closer and squeeze. He groans. I feel it through the kiss, and I grind myself against his crotch. The hand behind cracks down on my buttock and thrusts me harder against the crotch of the guy I’m snogging. I hear a whisper in my ear.

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” I feel the breath caressing my ear as the hand squeezes my bum.

“Yes,” I reply, “after one more song.” I flip round to face the speaker. “I like my foreplay in public, you see. It gets me hot. Feel.”

I brazenly grasp his hand and press it down over my stomach and under the waistband of my skirt, into wet, sticky material wedged between my thighs.

“Very hot.” He gasps, rubbing his fingers up and down my slit, as I reach behind me and grab the hard crotch that is there.

“I do get both you guys once the song is finished, right?” I look over my shoulder and back again as the two friends eye each other over my shoulder.

“Of course,” the one behind me says, probably relieved he’s going to be involved in the action.

“Sure.” The guy with his fingers in my slit shrugs, happy to be getting laid, and drunk enough to not be worried about sharing a woman with another man.

“Wonderful,” I purr, turning so I have one guy facing each shoulder and simultaneously reaching out and laying a hand on each chest. They rub against me as the conversation ceases, each pressing their hard cocks into my flesh whist I watch Jack rubbing up against this blonde, who seems to be less than pleased by his wandering hands. Take that, bastard. I’m the winner tonight.

Why don’t I feel like I’ve won?

You can pick up Masquerading Hearts and read on to see the happy ending now and you can get it with 20% off if you use the promotional code SANTA. Even cheaper, if you leave a comment here or on twitter or facebook you could win a copy for free! I will announce the winners on Sunday.