Are you being driven slightly mad by your Christmas preparations? Too much Christmas shopping? Well you need a break, so sit down, relax and enjoy a Naughty Rendezvous.

It is no secret that I have a special soft spot for Joe, the tall, American hero of this tale. He’s based upon a guy I know and he is immensely thrilled to have a story all of his own! Here’s the blurb:

Joe likes to tease, as does Leanna. When they meet up for their first official date, the sparks fly but who’s going to crack first? Will Joe’s intimate questions and kiss and run tactics bring Leanna to her knees or will Leanna’s curves, flashed in moments of exhibition drive Joe to rip off all her clothes and indulge his dominant urges?

He likes his sex to be kinky, to restrain his partner and to give out a measure of pleasurable pain. Leanna has only ever experienced simple sex, how will she react to Joe’s domination and will she be turned on by his spankings? She’s going to be a naughty girl, so she’s bound to find out.

This is the perfect little story to escape away from the stresses and strains of every day life. Here’s a taster for you:

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The conversation flowed as we walked over to my home. Conversation has always been easy with Joe. From PM number one, we just kept on chatting. After a few paces. I slip my arm into the crook of his as his hand is buried deep in his pocket. I shiver as I think about our bodies joining and get a very vivid flash of our naked bodies thrusting against each other, our lips locked, our arms entangled.

I love walking like this, so close to him. I love the way he rubs against me, the way I can feel his body heat. I love the feel of his arm as I grasp it and again I think of grasping hold of Joe and bracing myself as he plunges inside me with that throbbing cock.

Damn, I’m horny, so fucking horny I want to just push him up against the door and fuck him here on my doorstep.

“Are you alright?” Joe’s voice breaks into my daydream and I look up and blush.

“Oh yes, sorry, I was just thinking.” I duck my head down and look for my keys. Then he moves closer, his mouth beside to my ear.

“Thinking what?” I feel, as well as hear, his whisper. I look up from my search and move my head to the side. Our eyes meet and suddenly I am leaning in and placing a kiss upon his lips.

“Nice,” he whispers, “but I still want to know what you were thinking. I bet it was naughty.”

I blush once again and put the key in the door. Then his hand comes down on top of mine, his body just behind me, his mouth by my ear.

“It was, wasn’t it? What were you thinking, Leanna, please tell me.”

I feel butterflies in my stomach. I am not sure if I’m scared or excited or embarrassed or even a mix of all three but I speak. Haltingly I stutter, “I was thinking about holding onto your arms as you slide your…your…yourself into me.”

His hand lifts from mine and I hear him softly moan. I finish turning the key and walk into my hallway. I am aware that Joe is still right behind me and he’s helping me as I shrug off my coat.

I can sense the thump, thump, thump of my heart echoing inside my head. My blood must be whizzing around at hyper speed as I feel all my extremities tingle, all from that moan, that tiny little moan of pleasure. I don’t care about my embarrassment now. I play that soft exhalation of air over and over again in my mind. Taking a breath, I turn round to face him.

“Would you like a drink?” I keep my voice level although I feel less than level inside.

“Yeah, sure.” Joe smiles at me, his cheeks flushed. From the cold, I wonder, or maybe the kiss?

“Okay, the living room is on your left,” I call over my shoulder as I walk straight to my kitchen. “I’ll see you in there in a minute.”

I take my time as I put on the kettle, find the coffee granules and grab a mug. I’ve got to calm down, but oh, am I desperate for some action. What is it now? Well, over a year since I last had sex. No wonder I’m gagging for it. I’ve got to halt these rampaging hormones, I’m a respectable mother now, not a horny teenager.

Suddenly large hands are upon my hips and I feel breath on my ear. I jump a little, startled and horny once more. His lips brush against my ear lobe and I tilt my head, throwing my hazel curls to the side. The lips slip down and press against my throat. I gulp and they kiss my flesh again, harder this time. A moan escapes from betwixt my own parted lips.

“Is that my coffee?” Joe’s lips are no longer upon my throat and his hand has reached around and picked up his drink. Without waiting for a reply, he picks it up and strides off into the living room.

Left stunned, a spark of remembered conversation about teasing pops into my mind. We’d talked about flirting, anticipation and making the moment last. So that’s what he’s doing. I had told him how much I love to be teased. I told him I wanted to be turned on until I was a raging cacophony of lust and screaming for release. My cheeks redden. Joe knows all my wants and desires. I’ve told them all to him.

But equally as obvious: I know Joe. Two can play at his game!

And remember, you can pick Naughty Rendezvous up right now and get 20% off by using the promotional code SANTA at the checkout or you can win a copy by leaving a comment here, on facebook or twitter!

Claire wins a copy of Phaze in verse, Paula wins Phaze Fantasies V and Pallavi wins a copy of 39 and holding…him for her facebook comment.

Well done ladies, your free copies will be winging their way to you soon.

I know this is a reeeeeallllly short blog post, but take pity, it’s been a long day. I’ll come back with more excerpts tomorrow!

I am a poet and I didn’t even know it. Well, I did. I’ve written poetry for years, I remember one year winning an easter poetry competition in Junior school. The prize was a great big chocolate egg. So when I saw a call for submissions to a phaze poetry anthology I just had to send in some submissions and was thrilled to get 3 of my poems into Phaze in Verse.

It is difficult to share an excerpt as I can’t share part of a poem so here is a Christmas Poem which is actually included with my story Christmas Cake but will give you an idea of my style!

Adult Christmas Fun

Balls jingle beneath the tree
hung with care.
Candy cane proud,
red, hard and long,
is a sweet present
for a good little girl.
Joyful carol rises as she lifts and falls,
giving thanks for the present she plays.
Like the angel on the tree
she perches,
looking down and blessing man
with her sweetness.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
she cries as “Ho, ho, ho!” echoes through the skies.
Christmas is fun for adults as well.

And Phaze in verse and Christmas Cake are both available at phaze right now with 20% off using the SANTA promotional Code.

And (yes, another one) you can win a copy of Phaze in Verse just by commenting on this post! Winners will be announced tomorrow!

Today’s book is 39 and holding…him and the story I wrote for this anthology is called Till the End.

Here’s the blurb:

Let’s face it, 40 is the new sexy! And Phaze is celebrating with this sometimes hilarious, sometimes touching, and always passionate collection of mature heroines who set out to prove that once you crest the hill, you begin to pick up a little speed.

Features stories by Robin Slick, Victoria Blisse, Fenner Jekyll, Jalena Burke, N.L. Belardes, N, Missy Lyons, Shanna Germain, Rebecca Adams, and Belinda Franklin.

And a snippet from my story in which poor old has a cold. Very appropriate for this time of year I think!

“Morning, James,” I smiled, “jump in I’ll give you a lift.”

“Thanks, Susan.” He sniffed sliding into the front seat of my untidy car.

“Sorry about the mess.” I apologised, smiling at him. I noticed his nose was red and his eyes were runny.

“Are you okay?”

“Not wearly doh.” He said, “I fink I h…h….h… ACHOO! have a cold.”

“Well, you’re not going into work then, my lad.” I answered, going into mothering mode. “I’m going to take you right back home now. Let me just ring the office and explain things.”

“But…but….” he tried to protest.

“Don’t. You can’t serve customers in that state. I won’t let you. Now sit there and hush up whilst I speak to Annie.”

His mouth snapped shut and I concentrated on the phone call. I explained what was going on and that I would be a little late. As I had no interviews to take that day, I wouldn’t be missed for an hour or so. I could always stay late to make it up if need be.

“Right, where do you live again? I’m going to drive you home.”

James told me where he lived and I set to finding my way there.

“Have you got any paracetamol in at home?” I asked him.

“No, nothing, I don’t think anyway.”

“Okay, well, we’ll take a detour past my place. I’ve got some cold relief odds and ends from when I had the flu last month. We’ll pick those up then get you home.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to…” He snuffled.

“Yes I do. We can’t have our top checkout assistant off work for too long now can we?”

“Well, tanks, Susan. Tanks a lot. I fink I would have collapsed if I would have had to walk any further.”

James barely uttered another word for the rest of the journey. I left him in the car as I went into my house to find the lemsips and other cold remedies I had in a cupboard in my kitchen. When I got back to the car, James was slumped against the window fast asleep. Poor lamb. My maternal instincts were upper most in my mind, but below it, all there was still a stirring in my nether regions that I just couldn’t get rid of.

I got back into my tired little car as quietly as I could, I even tried to start her quietly but she didn’t like the cold so she coughed and spluttered and woke James up.

“I’ll have you back home in a jiffy now,” I said soothingly. “Then you can have a good rest.”

The journey to James’s student home was relatively short and very quiet. When we pulled up outside the neat-looking terraced house, I jumped out of the car and retrieved my bag of goodies from the boot. James was already at the door when I got there. “Do you want me to come in? I can make up a drink for you if you like.”

I think I sounded over eager, but James just nodded his head. “Pwease.” He said and that was all the accent I needed.

I found my way to the kitchen pretty easily. For a house shared by four university boys, I was impressed by its cleanliness. I boiled the kettle and then went to find James. He was lying upon a flowery couch looking forlorn, still wrapped in his coat and scarf.

“Take off that coat, love,” I said. “I’ll go and find you a blanket.”

“Fanks, Susan, get my duvet from my woom for me pwease.”

His room was spotless. The ShopingSmart ties hanging on the door let me know it was definitely his room, but I could have told that from its scent alone. I walked in and took a good look. Not only was it clean on the surface, it looked like James was an organised individual. He’d have a fit if he saw the state of my bedroom. I shook myself from my little daydream, this would be the only time I’d be in his room and he’d never see mine. I noticed some pyjamas strewn at the side of his unmade double bed. Obviously he hadn’t had the energy to tidy up after himself this morning. I picked up the duvet and carried it back downstairs to James. Then I went and made up the hot lemon drink for him.

“There you go.” I say, passing the drink to his shaking hands. “There’s some vapour rub in the box and some soothers for your throat and a few more hot lemons. They should see you through for a few days.”

“Dank you.” He smiled and took a sip of the drink.

“Take care of yourself,” I added, “oh and if you want, I can give you a lift into work on days we’re in at the same time. We’ll talk about it when you’re well.”

“Susan?” He said.

“Yes, love?”

“Would do put some wub on my back for be.”

I flushed bright red at the thought of touching his flesh.

“Well, sure I can.” I smiled, trying desperately to compose myself.

“Danks. I’d ask one of der lads but der all in work doday all day.”

“No problem.” I grinned nervously as he slowly unbuttoned his work shirt and pulled it off.

I busied myself rummaging in the box for the menthol rub. I found it and looked up to see James lying face down on the sofa, his back calling me. I tried to stay focused, to keep hold of that very motherly mothering instinct I had but to no avail. The moment my hands touched his flesh, Sexual Susan came to life. I wanted to run my hands down over his trouser clad buttocks, to work my fingers down under the waist band and grope his delectable bottom. It took all my strength to keep to his back, rubbing gently in circles. I had myself under some kind of control until he moaned in stuffy-nosed pleasure.

“Can you do my chest, doo?”

“Flip over then, handsome, let Nurse Susan do her job!”

I chuckled, then gasped as James moved quicker than I anticipated, brushing past my pendulous breasts and probably noticing the erectness of my nipples.

In my mind’s eye, I was dressed in one of those kinky nurses outfits (you know the type you see in carry on movies, where they show lots of bottom and tons of cleavage) rubbing scented oil all over his young body.

Young, I berated myself internally. I’m old enough to be his mother. He’s probably completely freaked out by my breasts.

I took a finger full of the thick, unctuous menthol goo and began to smooth it in to his mostly hairless chest. Again, he moaned his appreciation as I rubbed in more of this potent menthol preparation and moved up to his throat and back down to his chest.

“There you go,” I said as I shakily tried to put the lid back on the pot. “That should clear those sinuses a bit.”

“Danks.” He smiled. As I stood up from my kneeling position beside the sofa, I glanced down his body, taking a good long gaze at what I longed to handle some more. I saw something from the corner of my eye, I glanced again and yes, there was a prominent bump in James’s pants.

I gulped and stood up quickly; looking away and hoping he’d not noticed me staring.

So by now you know the drill! You can purchase 39 and holding…him from Phaze now with 20% off if you use the SANTA promo code at the checkout and you can win your own copy just by leaving me a comment here, at twitter or on facebook. Winners will be announced on Sunday!

Not me, not you, it’s the name of a Coming Together anthology that features one of my stories!

Here’s the book blurb:

Coming Together: Under Fire is a multi-author anthology of erotic fiction and poetry edited by the dynamic writing (and now editing) team of Alessia Brio and Will Belegon. ALL proceeds from the sale of this volume will benefit relief efforts for the victims of the 2007 Southern California wildfires. With stories and poetry by Alessia Brio, Will Belegon, James Buchanan, Aurora Black, Jamie Hill, Brenna Lyons, Victoria Blisse, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Vincent Diamond, Laurence Doyen, Jeremy Edwards, Justanne Farrow, Mari Freeman, Shanna Germain, Nicole Gestalt, Tilly Greene, Michelle Houston, Lauren Hynde, Selena Kitt, Vana Lafayette, Rebecca Leah, Rachelle Le Monnier, Dr. Madeuse, Sommer Marsden, Jude Mason, Gwen Masters, Lefty McGee, Gabrielle Miel, Sapphire Phelan, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Lisabet Sarai, Skylar Sinclair, Samantha Sommersby, and Stephanie Vaughan.

And my story is called Flaming hot and here’s a snippet of it for you!

I pick up the red lacy bra and smile. It called to me as I was shopping for an everyday, comfortable kind of bra. I was necessity shopping, and I really didn’t have the time or money to entertain frivolity. However, the deep scarlet lace and the vibrant orange and yellow flames embroidered onto it seemed to pull me in. When I saw the cute knickers to match, I was a goner. I tried them on, hoping they’d be uncomfortable, praying they’d be too tight—but no; they fit snugly, and they looked good.

I’m not a loud lingerie buyer, but as I stood behind that thick blue curtain of the dressing room staring into the mirror, I decided I had to have this soft, lacy sexiness. In fact, I wanted to stride into the store proper and show everyone how sexy I looked in it. Thank God, I did resist the temptation.

I wish I’d resisted the temptation to buy them too, because I’m not sure my husband will understand my expensive urge. Hence, the plan.

I wriggle into the red lace panties, the flames licking up the V of my crotch and heating me. Adding the bra that sets my breasts on fire, I notice my hardened nipples as they swish against the luxurious fabric. I spot myself with my favourite perfume and let my hair down from the tight clip I typically use to hold it in place. The curls tumble onto my shoulders and add another swirl of sensuality to my look.

The plan is to surprise Sean when he comes home from work tonight. I plan to lure him into sex in front of the roaring fire, and then I hope he will overlook the expense of the outfit that made his wife so damned horny. I’m sure it’ll work, especially as he’s been complaining about the lack of sex in recent times. I don’t deal well with stress, and it’s been a time and a half with the inspectors at work and all the extra paperwork that entails. But, it’s all over now, and we passed with flying colours. And now, I have new flame undies that get me hot. Life couldn’t get much better.

The clothes inspired the fire idea. The lovely old Victorian fireplace was one of the main reasons we bought this place, but I can count on one hand the number of times we’ve lit a fire in it. Today, it’s all about flames. The flickering heat of the fire will compliment my outfit beautifully.

Another quick check of my watch before I take off the time piece, then I careen downstairs. He’s due back any minute. I fill a deep plastic tub with ice and plunge a bottle of something fresh and bubbly into it then carry it carefully into the living room and place it on the coffee table at the end of the sofa.

The soft, furry rug that feels so good beneath my toes feels even better rubbing along my buttocks and thighs. I wiggle around to get comfortable and find myself wiggling more out of sheer arousal. The soft fibres brush gently over my soft, white flesh, and I lie down to feel them stimulating more skin.

The soft tickling on my shoulder blades is heavenly, but I am aware that Sean will walk through the door any minute. So, I need to find a more alluring position. I roll onto my side and look towards the door that leads into the hall way. I prop my head up on one hand, kink my top leg and rest my hand on that thigh. I concentrate on thinking sexy thoughts and hope that my eyes convey my mood.

After a few minutes, I feel my fingers going numb. A few minutes more, and I have pins and needles pricking my wrist and palms. I roll onto my back to shake and wiggle my arm and return the circulation to it.

“Where the hell is he?” I curse, fighting down the urge to strip off and sulk. It’s probably just bad traffic. I calm myself with deep breaths, hypnotising myself with the rise and fall of my large breasts.

I forget the need to assume a new sexy pose as the tickling rug reminds me to revel in the sensuality of this moment. I run my hands down my chest and over my lace-covered breasts as I writhe against the soft fur and surprise myself by letting out a loud, low moan.

“Where the fuck is he?” I gasp, running my fingers over my stomach and down to my crotch. “He’s missing all the fun.” The heat of the fire plays up my legs and suffuses me, pushing lust to every nook and cranny. My fingers travel over the thin lace of my panties, teasing my puffy lips, and I feel the dampness seeping through.

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Well, we’ve hit an anthology. Phaze Fantasies V is a hot little collection of stories which contains my own Reluctant Muse.

Carrie endured years of abuse at her father’s hands and cannot believe it when the hot manager at work tells her she is beautiful. Jamie is the manager of Betta Burger, paying his way through university to get a degree he doesn’t really want. He just wants to draw and paint and he really wants to paint Carrie, the beautiful and shy new girl with the sexy curves that drive him crazy with desire.

So here’s your excerpt for today!

“You are beautiful.” He almost whispers it reverently, as if praying in church. Carrie is mesmerized by his stare, and her lips begin to bend into a smile before she shakes her head and it droops to her chest again.

“Carrie.” He’s closer now, and both his hands cup her cheeks and pull up her face. He’s so close, touching her, making her whole body explode with feelings. “Oh Carrie, you are beautiful. So very beautiful, yet you hide it so well. You hide it away and if you did just one thing, the world would see how beautiful you really are.”

“One thing?” Carrie is confused and uncomfortable. No one had been this close to her since…and the panic was rising. His touch is inflaming something, making her pulse pound. She wants to run, run far away but she can’t. She’s trapped. She pulls back and James lets his hands slip away from her face , feeling the counter digging into her lower back.

“Yes. All you need to do is smile. When you smile your whole face glows. You’re eyes shine with gorgeous natural beauty. Your skin comes alive with it.”

Carrie is shaking her head again, but a little spark is in her eye.

“You’ve got to believe me Carrie. You’re beautiful and even more so when you smile”

Carrie smiles wryly and James grins, pointing into the stainless steel structure behind him. “Look, look at how beautiful you are.”

Carrie turns her head and looks. She looks at her reflection and sees nothing but fat, nothing but the ugly child her father told her she was, but in James’ eyes she can see something new, not repulsion, not sympathy or pity. But what is it? She really isn’t sure.

“But I’m fat,” she replies, crossing her arms across her chest. “No smile can change that.”

“Fat?” James shakes his head, coming forward again. “Never. You’re beautiful.” He repeats that word again as if it’s a spell and Carrie feels the tug of it deep in the pit of her stomach.

“May I touch you?” His words are like a soft breath, caressing her cheek and her head rocks forward of its own accord. She’s wanted him to touch her for weeks. His hands squeeze her in at the waist, pulling in her blouse tight against her breasts.

“Look at these curves.” His hands move higher and cup her breasts. She gasps, feeling her nipples tighten, her heart beating faster. “Beautiful curves.” His hands move down and rest on her hips, then dip behind her, grasping her generous buttocks, pulling in her baggy trousers. “What a peachy behind.” His breath is coming in gasps from his lungs as his hands lift once again to her hips.

She can’t think. No one has made her feel like this before, this closeness scares her yet excites her. She wants to push him away as the old memories fight to surface, yet she wants to pull him closer, too.

“But what about this curve?” She takes his hand in hers and presses it to her stomach. “I’m fat.”

His breath is shallow and she sees him bite his lip, holding something in. Repulsion. Repulsion. She tries to step back, away from him but she’s trapped.

“It’s okay.” James steps back, giving her space to breathe. She smiles weakly. “That curve is just as beautiful as the others. Feminine, womanly. It’s a hill that leads deep into a valley of sheer ecstasy.”

His eyes never left hers, and the panic, still uppermost in her mind is frozen by the suggestions in those eyes. She can see his hand in her mind’s eye, moving over her stomach, into her pants and…

You can find out what happens by picking up Phaze Fantasies V from Phaze now with 20% off. Yep, use the SANTA discount at checkout and you’ll get 20% off your purchases, it’s as simple of that.

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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.

And yes, even Curvaceous is available now at Phaze with 20% off its RRP! Just enter the code SANTA when you are ordering.

Now you can win a signed copy of this anthology for free by commenting here, on twitter or facebook before Sunday. Any length of comment, I’m not fussy!

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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