Sunday, 22 September 2013

100th Sunday Snog!

Hi's been a while, but here I am again with a Sunday Snog.  This time we're celebrating the 100th Sunday Snog...thanks to the genius of Victoria Blisse and her other half Kev :-)

Here is mine - it's not a traditional kiss.  And it's really HOT! So if you don't like explicit sex, then you'd better move to another page now.

Right. Still here? Very good!

Here it is:


“Don’t think too much, just go with your gut. Do you want to continue? Or will you give up and use your safe word?”


“No, what? You must be very clear here. Everything is consensual. If you’re not sure, everything stops and you go home. So what are you saying?”

She ran her tongue over her dry lips. “I don’t want to use my safe word, Sir.”

There. She’d said it, and she suddenly felt lighter and more relaxed than she had in a long time.

The murmur from the crowd got louder and some even clapped their hands.

“I’m glad to hear it, girl, because I’ve got a room full of friends here just dying to see you come.” He traced a finger along the centre of her spine, warming her cool skin. “And trust me, fire girl, you’re going to come like a freight train,” he whispered for her ears only.

Oh God. Just hearing his sexy voice talk about orgasms made her sweat. His shoes scuffed across the floor as he moved away from her head. The room went silent and she found herself once again breathing in short and sharp inspirations. A pulse in her head thrummed in unison to the beats of her heart against her chest while she waited for whatever came next.

As if choreographed and timed to precision, three people attached themselves to her at once. One on each of her breasts, and one on her clit. The triple sensation had her pussy clenching tightly as a small orgasm slipped out. Her breasts were now sucked harder, one of her tormentors biting lightly while the other applied a different technique, using their tongue to flip back and forth over her nipple. Who were these people? Were they men or women? At this point she didn’t care, as long as they didn’t stop!

Another joined the sensual assault, sliding a finger into her pussy while the assault on her clit continued unabated. The only sounds she heard were the moist suckling, and the slick friction of the finger inside her. At some point her mind switched off. It became all about the sensations. Warm, wet and a little bit of pain thrown in, then soothed with gentle kisses and licks. They continued to tease her and draw the experience out. Every time the beginnings of a release surfaced, the crowd seemed to know and eased off, only to start up again until she felt like a combustion engine about to explode. Conal had warned her she would come hard, but she didn’t know if she could take any more of this erotic torture.


At the sound of her voice, everyone released her simultaneously.

“Now is that the proper way to address your Master? Please what?”

“Please, Sir. I need to come in a bad way.”

Conal’s deep laugh echoed through the room. “You’ve certainly been a bad girl so far, but I think you asked nicely enough.”

She gasped as the triple assault resumed, but this time when she got close again, the intensity increased and she thrashed her head back and forth in an attempt to stop herself from screaming out.

“You may come for us now, fire girl,” Conal whispered, close to her ear. Before she had time to process what that meant her body exploded. Her muscles clenched, giving up on any effort to control the spasms overtaking her.

“Let it go, Enya. You’ve given yourself to us. Your pleasure is our pleasure.”

At his words she released her muscles.

“Holy shit,” she cried out as the floodgates opened and wave after wave of pleasure took over her body. “Thank you, Sir!”

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And don't forget to go and visit all the other lovely snogs. Everyone is offering a prize.

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Please consider visiting Victoria Blisse's Just Giving Page and donating to Médecins Sans Frontières so we can help these brave doctors kiss lots of boo-boos better.

Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders (MSF) is a worldwide movement. They deliver medical aid to the people who need it most, wherever they are. We’re hoping to make at least 100 pounds to contribute to their work. Here’s to many snogs and many donations which will help to make this world a better place.


VenusBookluvr said...

Fabulous post Maggie!

Catherine Lee said...

I'm glad I'm at home because that's definitely a NSFW posting...LOL.

Normandie Alleman said...

You're going to come like a freight train. - Luv that!

helene said...

Ms mag you always have such great excerpts love love love them

Maggie Nash said...

And the winner is.....Venus!

Thanks to everyone for commenting! I will email you Venus:-)