Sunday, 27 March 2016

Sunday Snog


Welcome to an Easter Sunday edition of Sunday Snog, this week a new story for both you and the man in your life!





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Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!

But control myself I did—until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.

Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt. I had to return the favor by hook or by crook; it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.

Please note this book was previously published with a different cover.


She twisted the top on her drink and looked at me, her eyes slightly narrowed against the glare of the sunshine. “I hope so. It is my intention to stay but not my intention to work at The Geisha Plate forever.” 
“How did you start working there? I mean, it’s none of my business, but I, it seems you could easily find a job somewhere less…” My mouth was going faster than my brain. “You could get a job doing something that was less, er…” 
She raised her neatly plucked eyebrows. “Less demeaning?” 
“I, er, no, not demeaning, less, I mean, boring, less boring?” 
She laughed, a delightful tinkle of a sound that echoed around the tumble-down walls. “Boring, oh no, it is very interesting. Not only do the Japanese treat their female plates with great respect, it is also fascinating listening to all of the conversations going on above me.” 
I glugged on my water again. Of course I’d known she’d listened to everything Rai and I had said, but was it really interesting for her to hear about new stock for my stores? 
“Plus,” she said, pushing away from the wall and coming to stand right in front of me. “Every now and then I get to meet someone really nice.” She lowered her voice. “Someone like you.” 
There was a sinful sparkle in her eyes. Like the one I’d seen in the restaurant as she’d run her hands up my thighs and stroked her fingers over my hard-on. 
I swallowed tightly. “And do you treat everyone you like to the same dessert you gave me?” 
“That would be telling.” She turned away, faced the downward slope of the hill with her back to me. 
I reached for her arm, tugged her around again. I needed to know. “So tell,” I said, a little harsher than I’d intended. I had a sudden urge to feel special, as if she’d given me something over and above the usual. 
She tilted her chin. There was no fear or surprise in her eyes at my reaction, only amusement. 
Damn, I don’t want to be amusing. I need her to want me the same way I want her. 
“John,” she said. “I have no problem with nudity and I have no issues with sex, that is why I work at The Geisha Plate despite the fact I have other qualifications.” She paused. “And occasionally if someone captures my attention with their conversation and when I open my eyes I find myself attracted to them, yes, management permits the dishing up of a special dessert.” 
“You mean you weren’t obliged to—”
“Suck you off, no. I wasn’t obliged to.” She blinked long and slow and ran her tongue over her moist lips. “I wanted to suck your penis, John.” 
Ah shit, hearing those words in this ancient sacred place. 
“I’m glad you did,” I managed. I ran my hand from her upper arm to her shoulder. “But there is more on my menu. Things that will make you as happy as you made me. If you want to sample them, that is?” 
She cupped my cheek in her palm, her skin so smooth and soft against my harsh stubble. There was a long pause then she whispered, “Do you know what, John? I think I might like to see what you have on offer.” 
I lowered my head until my mouth was just a hairsbreadth away from hers. Her sugary breath filled my nose, the heat of her body radiated onto mine. It had been a long time since I’d wanted to kiss anyone as much as I wanted to kiss Tida. Her exoticness, her talented, beautiful mouth and the slenderness of her narrow shoulders beneath my hands had created an intoxicating blend of lust inside me. 
But it was she who initiated our kiss. Her pliant, soft mouth pressed up over mine and the tip of her tongue, cool from the water she’d just drunk, probed past my teeth. I opened up and let her in, allowing her to explore before I tangled my tongue with hers and dipped into her sweet wetness. 
We had our arms around each other. How that had happened I wasn’t sure. She gave a small moan as I smoothed my hands down her back and spread my fingers over her butt cheeks, pulled her into my body. My dick was hard and fully appreciating the female form squashed up against it. It would take what it could, always had been a greedy bugger. 
I tore my mouth from hers, kissed across her cheek to the shell of her ear, delighting in the smoothness of her flesh and the flavor of soap and petals that sank onto my tongue. She murmured something in her own language and squeezed my shoulders, as if hanging on to me for support. 
Exploring further, I was bold enough to slip my hand under her t-shirt and smooth up the indent of her spine. Everything about her was softer than I could have ever imagined and beneath the soft flesh, ribs and a spine so delicate and small it needed to be protected and treasured. I found her mouth again, took over the kiss and slid my hand around to cup her breast through her bra. She arched toward me, silently giving me permission to fondle her more. 
How lucky am I? 
I sampled the weight of her breasts in my palms—they fit perfectly, the undersides the exact shape of my scooped hands. I could just make out her spiked nipples straining forward. 
“You are so beautiful,” I murmured into her mouth. 
“You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered. “The way you look at me, touch me.” 
“I want to touch you and look at you more, give you pleasure,” I said, dragging my hand away from her breasts, over her midriff and onto the zipper of her shorts. “I want to touch you here.” 
Pressing my hand over her mound, I absorbed the heat and shape of her pubic bone. 
She gasped and melted into me. “But someone will see us.” 
“There’s no one here.” I pulled back, looked around and then down into her face. Her eyes returned the same desire I was feeling, her lips slack and moist. But she also looked anxious. “No one will see. I promise,” I said. 



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