Today I'd like to welcome Victoria Blisse to my blog to tell us all about her latest book.
Writing Menage.
I love writing scenes with more than the expected 2 bodies
in them. I love it, but it is a real challenge. You have lots of extra limbs
you have to keep track of, and you’ll have at least two of one sex so you have
to be careful how many times you use the word ‘he’ or ‘she’ and make sure it’s
obvious which participant you’re talking about. I’m not a writer who plans, but
I found with the sex scenes in Vanilla with Extra Nuts that I had to know what
I was going to write before I attempted it. I pulled some strange faces and
shifted my body in weird ways as I worked out just how two guys and one girl
could interact. It was hard work but also serious fun, too!
What is your opinion of Menage?
A New Release from
Victoria Blisse.
Vanilla with Extra Nuts is a ménage story, featuring two hot
guys and one shy and sexy vanilla girl. Here’s the blurb:
She’s just a vanilla girl until she finds her perfect
toppings.
Megan is slowly
falling in love with Adam until he confesses he’s seeing a guy behind her back.
She thinks the relationship has been ruined until the night she indulges in a
threesome with the man she loves and Simon, his lover.
As much as she enjoys
being sandwiched between the two men she’s not sure the arrangement can last.
So Megan has to decide.
Can she come to terms
with sharing the man she adores with his male lover or will she have to say
goodbye to her soulmate forever?
Mild Excerpt
“I’m
going to just be honest with you, Adam,” I said, and took a step towards him.
“I would like nothing better than to walk over there right now, to pull you to
me, and to kiss you and just forget this whole business. I’d love to go back to
the way we were, but that isn’t going to happen. I don’t know if I can live
with sharing you. I’ve always been a pretty vanilla girl. I have the average
fantasies of a straight woman. I dream of meeting a man, falling in love,
marrying him, and having babies. Not at any point have I thought about sharing
a man with someone else. I mean, you were honest with me about fantasies and I
have wondered what it would be like to be with two men at the same time, but I
always thought that was just fantasy. Anyway, what I think I am trying to say
is that I want you, but I just don’t know how to deal with this situation.”
“Can’t
we just give it a go?” He stood up and took a step towards me. “All I’m sure of
from this conversation is we both want each other, both regret what has
happened, and want to go back to how we were. Can’t we do that and work out the
rest as we go along?”
He was
so close to me I could have reached out to touch him, but I didn’t. I didn’t
know what to do.
“I want
to do that, I do, but I still don’t know if I can handle being less than your
one and only. We could fuck right now and love it, but would we just be
delaying the inevitable heartbreak? I don’t want that, Adam, I really don’t.”
He
brushed at my cheek and ran into my hair, holding my face gently in his hand a
moment before he responded. His response was a kiss. At first I didn’t do
anything. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was a little angry at how he’d ignored
my question. This sweet impact of lips on lips was exactly what I didn’t want
to happen because if I just let my body feel, my mind would switch off and the
issues would not be settled. Instead of stepping back, pulling away, or yelling
at him, I stood completely still. I froze as my mind whirled and my body begged
and I battled with myself over what to do next. The low, masculine moan that
vibrated through me was my undoing. It was as if the vibrations loosened me and
my lips began to respond to the kiss, my arms wrapped around him instinctively,
and my breasts pressed wantonly against his chest without me even realizing
what they’d done.
Wrapping
his arms around, he held me tightly as I had longed for them to do all week. He
pressed himself into me. I could feel his arousal and sensed his relief. Our
twin emotions twined around us and knit us together. I felt invisible hands
pushing me towards him, keeping me from pulling away, and even though I knew it
is all my imagination I didn’t fight it. I didn’t want to. I wanted Adam and
maybe that would be enough.
His
hands worked up under my T-shirt and cupped beneath my lace covered breasts. He
squeezed and gasped, then broke our kiss for a moment to pull the top up and
over my head. His lips fell back to my neck and the newly exposed flesh.
Fingers scrabbling with the clasp at my back, his lips trailed over my
collarbone and down to the V of my cleavage. When the clasp gave and his
fingers worked to slip away the straps down my arms, his mouth feasted on each
new inch of tit that was revealed. When he had discarded the bra and was once
again cupping my breasts, naked this time, he lifted my nipples to his lips to
suck and nibble at them.
By that
point I was helpless, lost in lust. A little corner of my mind felt uneasy,
knowing that the issue had still not really been resolved, but the rest of me was
just ecstatic to be touched by him again. I had missed him so very much. His
ever-busy fingers now pulled at the button and zip of my jeans. It took him
only a moment to loosen them and seconds more to pull them down to my knees. He
knelt at my feet and pulled off my boots, then slipped my jeans down my legs.
I felt
naked, maybe even more so as I only had on the flimsiest of knickers. Their
tininess emphasized the largeness of the rest of me and I felt awkward. I was
not terribly confident in my skin and would normally wear a light negligee that
would hide all my bumps and imperfections. The exposure was uncomfortable, but
as he rose to his feet and pulled me over to the bed with him, my worries
melted away.
Pick up your copy from:
Victoria is also one of
the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at
Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with
a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and
Exciting Talks.
She is equally at home
behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's Resident "Naked Chef") and
she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy.
She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows
through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and
laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can find often find
Victoria procrastinating on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest
I'd like to thank Victoria for sharing some of her writing secrets and wish her luck with the new book.
