Sunday Snog – Looking After Liam

all night longHere’s a snog from the archives. Looking After Liam comes from Xcite’s All Night Long anthology, and is one for those who like fem dom tales. Liam is Marina’s dream submissive – she sees the willing slave hiding beneath his brash, arrogant exterior, but her friends remain to be convinced until Marina engages Liam in a rigged game of strip poker where she holds all the cards…

‘Oh, dear, Liam,’ Claire said as the cards went against him yet again. ‘That means a forfeit for you, and I think Zoe would like it if you gave her a kiss.’

Slowly, Liam leaned over, pushed Zoe’s tousled curls out of her eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. She opened her mouth, drawing him deeper into the kiss, pressing her body against his and snaking out a hand to catch hold of his bobbing cock. He groaned and reached to cup one of her tits, but with a supreme effort she pulled away.

‘That’s quite enough of that,’ she managed to whisper, and reached for the cards.

Liam managed to escape for the next couple of rounds; by this time, both Claire and I had lost our bras. When I’d taken mine off, slipping the straps from my shoulder and managing to conceal my breasts till the very last second, I had seen Liam practically licking his lips.

When he lost again, it was my turn to choose the forfeit. I toyed with the possibilities: tying a pink ribbon round his cock and writing the word ‘SISSY’ in lipstick above it; taking him outside and making him run round the front garden naked; using my favourite vibrator to play with his arsehole till he came. They were all so delicious, so perfectly in keeping with my desire to subjugate him, and yet none of them would give us as much pleasure as the game I had actually had in mind.

To find out what Liam’s forfeit entails, pick up a copy of All Night Long, which also includes stories by Charlotte Stein, Chrissie Bentley, Kay Jaybee and Giselle Renarde among others. And don’t forget to visit Blissekiss for more sizzling Sunday Snogs…

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Steel City Bundle – Three Nights In One

With Valentine’s Day on the horizon, Xcite have brought out the titles in the Steel City Nights trilogy in one red-hot bundle. Tales of mystery, intrigue, deception and desire come together when the doors of the Steel City club open – and at the heart of all three tales are ordinary men searching for that special relationship…

Steel City Seductions

Danny Rowan, head of security at Steel City, Sheffield’s hottest nightclub, is as straight as they come – or so he steel city boxset coverthinks, until he’s asked to chauffeur the club’s star turn for the evening, female impersonator Crystal Devine.

He’s intrigued by Crystal and when Crystal treats to Danny a night he’ll never forget, all his inhibitions are shattered, and he finds himself returning for more.

But who does he really want? Crystal or her male alter ego, Chris – and how will Crystal react, when she’s worked so hard to become everything Chris isn’t?

Steel City Secrets

Having left Australia, and a father who doesn’t approve of his sexuality, Daryl Porter has settled into life behind the bar at Steel City.

He’s had some strange propositions in the course of his work, but none like the one he receives from Tommy and Louisa Blake. Tommy’s bisexual, and Louisa gets off on watching him with other men, and Daryl is more than happy to accommodate their request for a ménage.

But Tommy is also the captain of one of the city’s football clubs, and in an in an environment where professional players find it almost impossible to come out, he needs to hide his desires.

Keeping secrets is never easy, so once it becomes obvious that this is no one-time thing, how will he and Daryl stop the world from finding out how much they need each other?

Steel City Sins

Scott Beresford has worked hard at making Steel City one of Sheffield’s hottest nightclubs; and a break-in at the club’s premises strikes him as only a minor setback, at first.

Fraser Adams is the detective in charge of the case, and a man struggling to come to terms with his sexuality.

When it becomes clear this isn’t a routine burglary, and someone appears to want Scott dead, Fraser’s fight against his own feelings becomes a fight to save the man who has awoken his desires.

But will giving in to those needs prove the ultimate sin?

You can find the bundle on Amazon UK and Amazon US, and come back on Sunday for a Steel City Sunday Snog…

Sunday Snog – Ridden Hard

For this week’s Snog, I’ve dug out an extract from one of my all-time favourite things I’ve written. Ridden Hard is the story of actor Jamie Desmond, who bluffs his way into the cast of a film based on the legend of King Arthur by claiming he can ride a horse. Of course, his lie is exposed, leading to him being dealt with by dominant riding instructor Andrej, but here’s the scene where he celebrates landing the role with his friend with benefits, Fin:

ridden hardWe kissed as he fumbled to unlock the front door; hot, sloppy kisses that showed how much we wanted each other. Laughing, Fin pushed me up against the wall, scrabbling to pull my T-shirt out of my jeans.

‘Slow down,’ I murmured, not really meaning it.

‘Can’t,’ he replied. ‘Got to taste your gorgeous body. Got to have your big hard cock in my mouth.’

When Fin was really turned on, he spoke like someone out of the filthiest porno you’ve ever seen. It was all part of his charm, as far as I was concerned, and my cock pushed at the fly of my jeans, aching to be in his grasp.

Somehow, we made it as far as the bedroom, leaving a trail of hastily discarded clothes in our wake. I didn’t know whether he was sharing his bed with anyone else at the moment, and even if he was, it wouldn‟t have stopped me doing what I was about to do. Exclusive wasn’t a word in Fin’s vocabulary, which probably explained why our relationship had never progressed beyond the occasional fuck.

True to his earlier words, Fin pinned me down on the bed, slurping a wet trail the length of my body with his lips and tongue. When his mouth latched on to the head of my cock, engulfing me in warm wetness, I squirmed against the covers. Fin’s blue eyes shone with amusement at the strength of my reaction. ‘Ready for me, were you?’ he chuckled.

I just groaned, wanting him to take me deeper.

Nothing, in my experience, compared to the sensation of having my cock buried deep in a sucking, clutching throat. Coupled with clever fingers caressing and tugging on my balls, it was the quickest way I knew of making me come.

To read more, get hold of Ridden Hard at AmazonAll Romance and Xcite Books. And enjoy more hot snogs at Blissekiss, the home of the Sunday Snog.

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Sunday Snog – In Clover

 

It strikes me that I’m overdue to feature a Sunday Snog with some girl-on-girl action, so I’ve delved into my backlist to put that right. Here’s a very naughty kiss from In Clover, my story in Xcite’s Lesbian Love 2 collection. Rebecca is visiting a lapdancing club with her male colleagues, and while the men have been hoping to get intimate with dancer Clover, Rebecca has hit the jackpot. Warning – this one is explicit!

Pushing the door open gently, I found Clover on her knees, waiting for me. There was a comfortable-looking chair in the centre of the room, and I sat down in it. Without being told, Clover crawled over to lesbian love 2me. Just as I had recognised her submissive nature by the slave collar she wore, I wondered if she had picked up on my dominant side from my starched white blouse, pinstripe skirt suit and severe black-framed glasses.

As she had in the club downstairs, she began toying with her nipples through her top. This time, I wanted to see more. ‘Strip,’ I ordered her, ‘then put your fingers in your pussy. I want to see you play with yourself while you’re licking my cunt.’

Obediently, Clover peeled out of the mesh bodystocking. Her shaved pussy looked good enough to eat, but I wouldn’t be sampling it just yet. Instead, I settled back and waited for her to start feasting on me.

She pushed my skirt up my thighs, then helped me out of my drenched knickers. She took a long sniff, as though memorising my scent, before placing them on the floor. Her fingers traced along my freshly waxed sex lips, gently prising them apart.

I almost wished Josh and the others could be here as Clover’s small pink tongue darted out, licking along the length of my slit. It would have been fun to have them lined up, cocks out and wanking while they watched. Look but don’t touch, boys, I thought, throwing my head back and giving into the delicious sensation of Clover sucking my clit.

I cupped my own breasts, teasing my nipples through the layers of clothing I wore ’til they were doing their best to burst through my bra. Glancing down, I could see Clover’s blonde head bobbing between my stocking-clad thighs. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, using it to help set the pace at which she was licking me. Like the good slave she was, she didn’t moan or complain. She simply let herself be guided by her mistress’ needs and demands.

To read more, get hold of Lesbian Love 2, which also features stories by Cameo Brown, Lynn Lake, Antonia Adams and Korben Rushe. And check out the other delicious snogs on Blissekiss – where kissing gets erotic…

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Interviewing Wade Sneak Peek and Cover Reveal – Guest Post By K D Grace

 

 

Interviewing Wade_edited-1The Executive Decisions trilogy may be over, but the story continues in Interviewing Wade by K D Grace writing as Grace Marshall. Intrepid reporter, Carla Flannery, wants to interview Wade Crittenden, the secretive creative genius behind Pneuma Inc. But when, against all odds, Wade actually agrees to the interview, Carla suspects ulterior motives.

Carla has made a lot of enemies in her work and when Wade discovers she’s being stalked, he agrees to the interview to keep her close and safe. As the situation turns deadly, lives and hearts are on the line, and the interview reveals far more about both than either ever expected.

Excerpt:

The dining area smelled of Chinese food. Lynn had spread the feast on the coffee table in front of the ratty sofa. For a moment, Carla stood staring at the food, feeling slightly nauseated. ‘I’m not hungry,’ she said.

‘Come on, you need to eat. With your metabolism, being what it is, if you don’t you’ll have wasted completely away by morning.’ He settled her onto the least lumpy part of the couch and then sat down next to her. When she made no effort, he opened the waxed cardboard containers and surveyed their contents. Then he ladled up a spoonful of egg flower soup and totally surprised her by bringing it, with a steady hand, to her lips. ‘A little bit,’ he said. ‘You don’t want to hurt Lynn’s feelings, do you?’

She opened her mouth, and he carefully spooned it in and watched while she swallowed. ‘Since when have you cared about hurting anyone’s feelings,’ she said. The soup had felt good against her throat, and it wasn’t so difficult to open her mouth when he spooned up the next bite. ‘I don’t, really, and just for the record, Lynn doesn’t care about mine either, but I’m not above lying to get my way.’ He ladled another spoonful into her mouth and this time she made an mmm sound at the back of her throat as she swallowed.

‘And are you getting what you want?’

‘You’re eating, aren’t you?’

He gave a little gasp of surprise when she took the spoon away from him, dipped up a nice fat egg drop and pointed the utensil in his direction. When he stared at her like she had two heads, she laughed softly. ‘Come on Crittenden, open up. Here comes a choo-choo.’ She wasn’t sure if he opened his mouth for the soup or because he was about to say something rude. Either way she took advantage and shoved the spoon home. When he took the bite, holding her gaze as though he didn’t quite understand what kind of creature had assaulted him with a soup spoon, holding her gaze with absolutely no sexual innuendo, but her insides trembled and hollowed anyway.

‘It’s good,’ he said, his cheeks turning a warm shade of pink, as he took the spoon back and returned the favour, and this time he didn’t protest when it was his turn,– even as she picked up a pair of chopsticks and brazenly served up a sloppy mouthful of Singapore noodles while he sat with his mouth slightly open, making her think of a hungry nestling waiting for a worm. The thought made her giggle at the last instant, and he barely caught the end of an escaping noodle in time to slurp it off his chin and into his mouth. ‘You’re sloppy, Flannery,’ he said, licking his lips with two flicks of his tongue that made her breath catch and her nipples ache.

Dear Christ, he had no idea whatsoever what he did to her. This time, as she waited open-mouthed for her bite of soup, his hand was far less steady and at least half of it ended up in her cleavage. She yelped. ‘You did that on purpose.’

‘Did not’ he said. Handing her a napkin and watching wide-eyed as she dabbed away chicken broth.

‘Did so.’

‘Did not,’ he said. Then he filled the chopsticks dangerously full of noodles and brought them toward her mouth. ‘This –’ he fumbled the chopsticks and the whole bite slipped off the ends and right down between her breasts ‘—I did on purpose.’

Pre-Order Links:

Amazon UK

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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.

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Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

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Snogs In The Snow – Christmas Lights

It’s the last day of Blissemas 2014, that seasonal celebration of all things smutty and snog-worthy, and I’m joining in with an excerpt from Christmas Lights, my story in the Xcite Chills and Thrills mini-anthology. Andy is trying to persuade his friend Trent to join in the neighbourhood ritual of decorating the outside of his house for the holiday season but Trent has discovered a better use for a string of Christmas lights. Warning – this one is hot!

chills and thrillsToo fast for me to react, he pinned both of my wrists together above my head, and started winding the cord of the lights around them, before tying it off. He hadn’t fastened the knot too tight, and I reckoned if I really wanted to, I might be able to wriggle free of my bonds, but I found I didn’t want to. As I lay on Trent’s lawn, tied up with Christmas lights and awaiting his next move, my cock was as hard as it had ever been. When he reached for the zipper of my pants and undid it, hauling them and my shorts down in the same movement, I made a half-hearted protest.
‘Hey, man, what if someone sees us?’
‘Relax, my truck’s blocking the view from the road …’
And what if someone does see you? a little voice asked in the back of my mind. Doesn’t it just add to the thrill of being out in public, half-naked and about to let your horny neighbour do whatever he wants to you? In Montana, outdoor sex was reserved only for the high days of summer; there was no way I’d think of even venturing outside in December without dressing in a thick coat, scarf and gloves. Maybe Christmas in this part of the country had some compensating factors, after all.
Trent wrapped his fingers around my shaft, holding it steady, then bobbed his head down, engulfing me in the slick furnace of his mouth. For a moment I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, just butted the head of my dick up against his palate, blindly seeking release.
He released his grip, and withdrew his mouth with a chuckle. ‘Hey, slow down. This isn’t a race, you know.’
I mumbled something about it having been a while, the words trailing off as he took an alternative tack, licking up and down my length with smooth, languorous strokes.
‘Oh, that’s good.’ I sighed, no longer trying to force the pace, just happy to let Trent use his mouth to give me pleasure.
His tongue made its wet, slithery way along the seam between my balls, over my taint, and lapped for just the briefest moment at my arsehole. Trying my best not to lose my load, I thought of all the work I’d have to do when I got in the house just to meet the deadline on my article, never mind doing something about the quart of ice cream that was very likely melting in the trunk of my car right at this moment. It didn’t help; I couldn’t dream up anything boring and mundane enough to distract me from the sensations Trent’s wickedly licking tongue was creating in my groin.

You can read the rest of the action in Chills and Thrills, which also features stories by Lynn Lake, Celia Montgomery, Sam Stewart and Marlene Yong, and don’t forget to check out all the other snowy snogs at Blissemas.