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My Goodness! What on earth happened to last week? I intended to dish out wisdom *snort* and eloquence with fabulous informative blogs over the past seven days but it appears that, well, I haven't. Good god, it's not going to be another whiplash year that just goes is it?
So here I am with a Sunday Snog. This is from a story which I'm working on and may or may not be ready in time for a TOP SECRET PROJECT!! If you like it and want to find out when things like this happen, just follow me by email - see box to the right - I'm not organised enough to do a newsletter I'm afraid. :D
So here it is, from Champagne and Tits:
Bosoms. Breasts. Tits. Funbags. Nipples.
Whatever. I am completely indifferent to them. They do nothing for me. I like looking at them on other women but mine are of no consequence to me. Well that’s not true – Jim adores mine. He says they are perfectly made to fit in his cupped palm. He sometimes comes up to me from behind and slides his hands up to hold them, knead them, letting the nipples slide between his fingers as he does. Teasing, pressing, coaxing.
They just aren’t sensitive at all. I know it saddens Jim but they really aren't. I’ve heard of women who can climax from nipple stimulation alone. My breasts are so insensitive that I can’t even muster envy for that kind of experience – I wouldn’t know how to even imagine what that would be like.
Jim has made it his mission to give me a sexual response through my breasts – I really wish he wouldn’t. It isn’t unpleasant having attention lavished on my bosom but there are far more exciting and stimulating parts that could be attended to. Take the crook of my arm… oh my god… nibble on the inside of my elbow and I will do anything you want… anything. There is a path with a very distinct trail leading from there to my clitoris. All the nerve endings are in perfect alignment on that particular journey, oh yes.
Or my shoulders, or the vulnerable fleshy bit of my arm just where is reaches my underarm – I’m squirming and wriggling just to think of it.
But tonight, I know it; Jim has something planned for me. He’s been looking at my tits all day and there’s champagne in the fridge. He’s even chilled the flutes in the freezer...
So there you have it! I know there isn't technically a kiss in there but hopefully you'll be curious enough to want to read the rest when it's finished!
Well I hope you all had a wonderful New Year! To bring in 2015 on my little blog, here's a Sunday Snog with an excerpt from my story The Dinner Guest in Chemical [se]X - it's a tale of lustful chocolatey menage - enjoy! x x x Remember to click on through the Sunday Snog links to get more Sunday hotness x x
Goosebumps raise on every part of my body as we climb the stairs. I opt
to go first and I can feel the heat of the gaze of both men as they eye up my
stockinged legs and higher to my ass. I can't help it – I sashay a little deeper into my hips and
arousal wells in the pit of my abdomen. My knickers are damp, I can smell them.
I ought to be embarrassed but I'm not at all. It's the strangest thing. The
smell is combined with a cocoa fragrance and as we reach our door I glance back
only to see Jasper feeding Luca one of the chocolates he was holding in the
What the hell?
His lips engulf the melting candy and Jasper pushes his fingers in a
little. Their eyes meet and in that moment, I see a decision has been made.
Luca sucks greedily on the digits wrapping his tongue and lips around them,
swallowing them deep into his mouth. Both their expressions are heavy with lust
and my knees buckle. I fall against the door and it breaks them from their
“What's going on?” I ask with my breath alone, no sound escapes me. I am floaty and
excited, am I tripping?
Luca leans against the wall with a goofy sexed out look on his face and
Jasper strides to me, another chocolate in his grip.
“Here, eat it,” he commands, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, making no
mistake about my instruction. As he drops the chocolate into my open mouth he
slides his fingers on my tongue, fingering my mouth as if it were my pussy. It
is filthy rude and my cunt yearns. He rolls his pelvis into my side to show me
his hard on and I chance a glance at Luca who is rubbing his own erection
through his trousers.
As I swallow the sweet liquor of melted chocolate and saliva I feel
elevated beyond any need I've ever had.
“Unlock the fucking door, someone, now.” I fumble about and the keys fall to the floor.
Jasper dips down and pauses on his knees, observing my spread feet. Like a
feral animal pouncing, he dips up and under my dress, clawing at my panties,
biting and tonguing my pussy through the fabric.
Luca comes over and I'm worried he'll be furious with me for allowing
another man into my private space but he just smiles and stoops to take the key
from Jasper' grip. He quickly opens the door and we stumble and fall inside,
grabbing at furniture, anything to catch our balance in this tangle of bodies.
am confused. Of course I know what's happening and it feels great but I'm not
quite sure how it's happening. We
never discussed this, Luca has never once hinted that he would consider a
threesome... Threesome, forming the word in my mind sends spirals of illicit naughty
desire racing through me. Menage-a-trois. How deliciously sordid. My breasts
feel engorged and the beaded nipples are almost painful. I need to get out of
my dress right now. I'm so hot and confined. I tear at the fabric and am
delighted when four more hands join the crusade to get me naked...