15th Feb 2013
As she is the Sexiest Chef I know I have Victoria Blisse back for another Foodie Friday and this time she delights us with the sensual joys of snack foodds when watching the footie from her latest release Naughty Rendezvous.
You can find more Delicious Treats from Ms. Blisse when she removes her Apron and becomes the Naked Chef for the Total-e-Bound Newsletter.
- » Blisseful Marshmallows
- » Proposal Pavlova
- » Easter Cornflake Nests
- » Tequila Lime Chicken
- » Orange Granita
- » Quick Spicy Pasta
…and no collection of Blisseful treats would be complete without a link to her Christmas Chocolate Biscuits a Nigella Lawson inspired Blissemas Fave ;)
First title in the Rendezvous trilogy, part of Xcite Books’ Ultimate Curves Rubenesque Range.
Joe likes to tease and single mum Leanna loves it too. 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 urges?
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.
Excerpt © Victoria Blisse
˜Yeah, why not?’ he answers. ˜You can teach me the ins and outs of the game.’
I pretend to ignore the sexual inflection in that last comment and get up to switch on the TV. Instead of stretching my arm down to the button as I usually would, I bend my body in half at the waist, my bottom aimed at Joe. I know that doing this means he\’ll just be able to see the barest hint of the under-curve of my buttocks. I press the button and linger a moment before straightening up and going back to my seat.
As the pundits do their bit, I wander off to the kitchen again and nuke some popcorn in the microwave, empty some crisps into a bowl and grab a big bottle of fizzy pop.
˜Do you need a hand?’ He stands in the doorway, hips cocked and arm stretched up the inner jamb of my doorframe.
˜Cheers, love.’ I pass him the popcorn and pick up the other bits myself. I move to walk past him into the living room but he doesn’t budge. So I dip beneath his arm and brush past his slanted hips, my whole body pressing up tight against him. I barely withhold a gasp when my crotch rubs against his hardness beneath the soft fabric of his suit trousers. I lift my head and my gaze upwards, meeting his intense stare.
I am hypnotised, my limbs heavy, and I can barely force myself to move. I notice the distance between our faces closing and then his lips are upon mine.
It is not a soft kiss. It is hard and passionate and demanding. His hand drops down the jamb and cups the side of my head as his lips sear and slide across mine, his tongue pressing against my own. I taste the harsh bitterness of coffee as our tongues dance and I feel his erection bob with excitement as he presses himself harder against me.
He abruptly pulls his lips from mine with a pop. ˜The game’s started.’
˜Cool!’ I manage to reply and I continue on my way to the sofa, my legs wobbling, my breath coming in pants and my brain reeling. I hope he doesn’t keep this up for much longer. I think I might come if he blows on me right now.
Snuggled up on the sofa against him, his arm lazily draped over my shoulders, I sit comfortably with my knees tucked up beneath me and the popcorn balanced on his lap. Every now and then I knock a piece of popcorn out of the bowl and dip my hand down to his crotch in search of it. Every time I do, he answers with a cheeky squeeze of my breast.