Victoria Blisse’s Sexy Snogs

Now I’m sure you know there’s something special happening on the 14th of February and I can guess it will involve lots of kissing. Well, as much kissing happens on Valentine’s day there will be a day with something bigger and better than kisses and chocolates and flowers. It’s going to be a celebration of the snog!

‘What’s a snog/” I hear you say? Well Urban Dictionary has it defined as
–verb; to interface passionately with another being, creating a field of physical obsession and focused arousal centered on the lips, mouth and tongue.

So by definition then a snog is far superior to just a kiss! I celebrate this each and every Sunday with my Sunday Snog blog bash over on VictoriaBlisse.co.uk and lots of great authors join in the fun by posting up a sexy, smouldering snogs on their websites, it’s a great way to pass a Sunday I can tell you! However I wasn’t satisfied with this, I wanted to make it bigger and better and more awesome and so The Big Blisse Kiss was born!

The BIG Blisse Kiss

On the 12th February there is going to be a snogging spectacular where lots of authors get together to share their simmeringly saucy, seductive and sexy snogs but not just that, no, no! Every single author who participates will be running a giveaway!

So you’ll get to read some hot, hot erotic romance to get you warmed up for Valentine’s day and you’ll have the opportunity to win loads of prizes! You’d think that’d be enough but no, there’s even more to be found at blissekiss.co.uk! There are great flash fiction stories, all a thousand words or less and all smouldering and sexy and featuring snogs! So there are free reads too!

Now, I couldn’t leave you without a kiss! So here’s one from my Rubenesque romance Getting Physical:

“You have the most kissable lips…” I sighed, and as if I was under some external influence, I leant forward and closed the gap between us. I could feel her breath on my cheek. I waited for her to move, or to voice a rejection, but she didn’t and I pressed on.

I drifted closer. My lips brushed hers, barely touching them, but my body was electrified all the same. Every inch of me strained towards her, including my cock. I was so hard, and I wasn’t even kissing her yet. I pressed closer, expecting a slap, but her lips moulded to mine. I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her close to me.

I was delighted to feel her fingers embracing my bicep on one side and my shoulder on the other. Her touch signalled her acquiesce, and I stopped worrying and just kissed. It was sheer instinct that pressed my lips harder onto hers. It was my first real kiss, all the other pecks faded into insignificance as I revelled in her gentle touch.

Something changed, suddenly she was pressing harder against me, her tongue slipping between my lips to tango with my own. It was exquisitely strange, and I loved every moment of it. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. The hard little nipples dug into the flesh covering my ribs as her hands travelled up into my hair and held me to the kiss.

She didn’t need to, though. I wouldn’t have stopped that kiss for anything. I didn’t want to gasp or even breathe; a man could die happy that way!