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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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