Warning: Contains steamy scenes galore, a trip to a swingers’ party, and smidgen of M/M loving!
When Verlaine’s ex-girlfriend pops back into their lives for Christmas in London, Sam tries to be nice. But the ex seems determined to stir things up between Sam and her future in-laws, as well as between Sam and her man. And apparently she’s not afraid to play dirty.
Follow Sam on a festive frolic, as she makes a stand for her man and ensures that, this year, all her Christmas wishes will come true.
Driving Me to Christmas will add spice to your stockings this holiday!
Excerpt:
Sam threw her attention back over Verlaine, who was still pleasuring her nipple. He reached his fingers around and ran them over her stockings, then traced the line of one of her buttocks, which plunged down to her thigh. He slid his fingers inside her panties, then inside her pussy, making her gasp. It was thrilling to know there were people watching this, probably as horny as she was right now.
Sam pulled back and zoned in on Verlaine’s trousers. She knew he’d be incredibly aroused by now, and she wasn’t disappointed. She unzipped his flies and tugged out his straining erection, which she gripped in her hand and massaged slowly. Verlaine’s eyes scrunched up and he exhaled as if she’d hurt him. But he was grinning madly, so she knew he was enjoying it. She made a show of lifting up her hips and arching her back to give her audience an eyeful, then she threw Verlaine a sensuous look, before lowering her face down to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. Verlaine leaned back on his hands, using the bed to support himself, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. She knew he liked to watch her doing this, and she was happy to play along. She maintained smouldering eye contact as she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hungrily, making horny little grunts, and enjoying the theatrics.
Sam tasted a bead of pre-cum on her tongue, so she quickly abandoned the blow job – not wanting Verlaine to come too soon. Not that he would – she knew he’d withdraw long before stealing all the pleasure for himself.
She stood up again, feeling sexy with her breasts hanging out of her unbuttoned dress. She glanced at Scott and Paul, and she saw that Scott had now turned around on top of Paul, and they were sixty-nining. The sight of Scott’s cock grinding in and out of Paul’s mouth, while he worked on Paul’s cock down the other end took Sam’s breath away. Paul was sliding his finger rapidly in and out of Scott’s butt as he swallowed down his cock, which Sam knew would be enhancing the delight. Paul suddenly slapped Scott on the hip, which made Scott groan orgasmically, but it didn’t seem to be over just yet.
She glanced back at Verlaine and saw that he was watching Scott and Paul, too.
He shuffled back and laid down, holding her hand and gently pulling her with him.
“Ride me, baby,” he said. “You can watch them. Your own private porn show!”
Sam’s body juddered with arousal. “Do you mind if I turn my back on you?” she asked.
He grinned. “No problem.”
Sam glanced at the window and saw that there were about ten people watching. She felt naughty and sexy. She straddled Verlaine so that she had her back to him, then she shuffled back so her ass was in his face. He started fondling her butt and licking her pussy in and around her panties. With his other hand, he rubbed his thumb into her stocking-clad foot, giving her a mini foot rub, which felt sensual as well as tender. Even in this impersonal position with her back to him, Verlaine was still showing her how much he cared by caressing her toes.
She leaned forward and sucked the end of his cock again. Sixty-nining with her man and being watched – while also watching Scott and Paul – was the most erotic thing she’d ever done and her pussy was straining with desire. She saw Scott thrusting his pelvis hard, plunging his cock deeper into Paul’s throat. Sam sucked hard on Verlaine’s cock as he delved his fingers inside. She was utterly taken by the pleasure and she realised she was ready to orgasm already.
From panic to published!
I write steamy romances that will make your heart pound hard and your thighs surge with desire!
There was a time, not so long ago, when all I wanted was to stop my heart pounding hard and my mind surging with fear. You see, I suffered with panic attacks. The fear debilitated me on a daily basis, and the feelings of weakness undermined my self-esteem. This 'fear of fear' became so immense that there were times when I was scared to even go outside of my home.
At those times, all I wanted to do was write, because my imaginary world of fiction provided a soothing escape from reality. The strong female characters I created allowed me to pretend everything was okay in my world. And the sexy men in my fictive imagination were protective, loving, and strong.
I've never been someone to give up! Even at my lowest, I knew I could and would recover. Thanks to a great support network, a wonderful self-help book (The Panic Attacks Workbook by David Carbonell), and my own patient determination I experienced my last ever panic attack in January 2013. Then, in April 2014, I proved how strong I'd become by backpacking with a friend in the chaos and heat of India - something that had filled me with dread back when my fear was dominating my every waking breath.
But nothing in this life is ever a waste. During the years when I was suffering from panic attacks, I learnt to write well! I honed my craft, and when I came out the other end, I was ready to self-publish, knowing that if I can cope with panic attacks and survive, then I can become a successful indie author too! My books are the products of this amazing journey that I've been on, and now I can't wait to find out what other delights await me, just around the corner!
Never give up on your dreams, and don't let the setbacks of today ruin your tomorrow! You can do it - just like I did!
I write steamy romances that will make your heart pound hard and your thighs surge with desire!
There was a time, not so long ago, when all I wanted was to stop my heart pounding hard and my mind surging with fear. You see, I suffered with panic attacks. The fear debilitated me on a daily basis, and the feelings of weakness undermined my self-esteem. This 'fear of fear' became so immense that there were times when I was scared to even go outside of my home.
At those times, all I wanted to do was write, because my imaginary world of fiction provided a soothing escape from reality. The strong female characters I created allowed me to pretend everything was okay in my world. And the sexy men in my fictive imagination were protective, loving, and strong.
I've never been someone to give up! Even at my lowest, I knew I could and would recover. Thanks to a great support network, a wonderful self-help book (The Panic Attacks Workbook by David Carbonell), and my own patient determination I experienced my last ever panic attack in January 2013. Then, in April 2014, I proved how strong I'd become by backpacking with a friend in the chaos and heat of India - something that had filled me with dread back when my fear was dominating my every waking breath.
But nothing in this life is ever a waste. During the years when I was suffering from panic attacks, I learnt to write well! I honed my craft, and when I came out the other end, I was ready to self-publish, knowing that if I can cope with panic attacks and survive, then I can become a successful indie author too! My books are the products of this amazing journey that I've been on, and now I can't wait to find out what other delights await me, just around the corner!
Never give up on your dreams, and don't let the setbacks of today ruin your tomorrow! You can do it - just like I did!
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