A Blisse Christmas Collection
()
About this ebook
A sexy indulgence for you to enjoy this yuletide with all the sights, scents and tastes of Christmas without the calories and hard work. Snuggle up and relax into stories of sleigh rides, snowy interludes and Christmas couplings. A truly festive treat just for you.
Victoria Blisse
Victoria Blisse is known as the Queen of Smut, Reverend to the kinky and is the Writer in Residence at Cocktails and Fuck Tales. She’s also an angel. Ask anyone. Mancunian Odd Duck, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk
Read more from Victoria Blisse
The Billionaire and the Wild Man Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsVanilla with Extra Nuts Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Winter Warmers: A House of Erotica Collection Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSharing Nicely Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSecret Surprise Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTasty Italian Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMoon Shy Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAlways Christmas in Lincoln Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHer Secret Past Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChristmas Spirit Warms the Heart Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTravel Delight Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGood Manors Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLiterally Bitten Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsScentsual Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsComing Together: With Curves Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLyrical Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsReluctant Muse Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMaking It Real Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTill The End Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFulfill Me Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMasquerading Hearts Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHaunted Hotel (MF) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to A Blisse Christmas Collection
Related ebooks
A Christmas Boyfriend Recipe: Butler Brothers of Boston, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Unspeakable: Wounds of South America, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLegacy of Lies - The Thrilling Second Novel In the Capitani Series Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLegacy of Lies Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings30 Below Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5MADE PHO YOU (The Way To A Man's Heart Book 5): The Way To A Man's Heart, #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSeasons Change: A Romantic Thanksgiving Story Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Hot Eroticism for Women: Erotic Sexy Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Mate to Match Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5An Illusion of Happiness: Love and BDSM Romance Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAn Illusion of Happiness Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWicked Way Interactive 1: Sex, Spies and Photographs Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Breaking the Rules: Single on Valentines Day, #13 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGanache, Goblins, and Gunshots: Witchy Bakery, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRelentless Chase 2: Relentless Chase, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTaking The Cake: A Romantic Comedy Book For Adults Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBlossom: Melbourne Girls, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHoppy Easter in a Small Town: A Year of Love in a Small Town, #4 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSubmit to Love Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPlain Cake Donuts Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Christmas Wish Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCaffé Wolverino: A Kinship Cove Fun & Flirty Romance: Cuddles & Coffee, #3 Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Christmas With Her Marine Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAll Jacked Up Again Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRed: The Color of Murder Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAmerican Christmas: A Multicultural Romance Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dominating My Submissive Intern: FemDom Office Erotica Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHer Sweet Lips: Jasper Mill Romance Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Best Seller Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsArousing Consequences (Book One) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Erotica For You
Breed Me! #2 (Hardcore XXX Milf Impregnation Erotica) Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Sex Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Just Porn - Sex stories for Adults: Erotic stories uncensored English Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Explicit Content: Red Hot Stories of Hardcore Erotica Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Office Slave Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Scandalized Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Quick and Wild: Ten Short Erotic Stories Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Quick and Dirty: Seven Short Erotic Stories Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Three To Please: 4 Explicit MFM Threesome Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsQuickies: Eight Short Erotic Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/57 Short Erotic Stories Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/520 Hot Steamy Sex Tales (Lots Of Cock, Pussy, And Fucking) Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Bachelor Party Gangbang (A Reluctant and Very Rough Gangbang Story) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Best of Best American Erotica 2008: 15th Anniversary Edition Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Two Boyfriends Are Better Than One Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Good Girl Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bossy: An Erotic Workplace Diary Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5No...I Shouldn't (An Erotic Short Story) Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Big, Fun, Sexy Sex Book Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Intense: Erotic Short Story Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Sex-Starved Marriage: Boosting Your Marriage Libido: A Couple's Guide Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wallbanger Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ruin Me Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ready and Willing Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Anonymous Sex Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5365 Days Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for A Blisse Christmas Collection
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
A Blisse Christmas Collection - Victoria Blisse
consent.
Proving Santa Exists
Curvy Jenny welcomes Jonathan to Manchester from the USA and involves him in all her Christmas celebrations
Have you seen the new guy yet, Jenny?
Susan from Accounts giggles, as she joins me in the queue to use the coffee machine.
Oh, yes. He’s just by the door, a couple of cubicles up from me,
I reply, not wanting to say too much to the office gossip generator.
He’s from America, you know? Transferred over from the Texas branch.
Susan beams proudly all over her thin, narrow-nosed face as she offers me this well-nibbled bone of information.
Really?
The tone of my voice is a verbal pat on the head. I didn’t know that!
I did, actually, but there’s no use upsetting her. I can’t bear to see the disappointment in her eyes.
Well, yes. I wonder why he ended up all the way over here, in cold, wet Manchester and so close to Christmas, too?
Her gaze floats off, a wistful hint to her blue eyes. I know she’s hoping for a drop of juicy gossip from her out loud wonderings. I shrug, then slip my silver coins into the machine, select tea, milk, no sugar, and wait for the appliance to do its business.
Do you think he’s been demoted - like, big time demoted? Or maybe he’s pissed off the boss and has been deported to this Godforsaken place?
She’s desperate for more gossip to spread, but even if I did know something, I’d not tell her.
I shake my head as I pick up my tea. Maybe he just wanted to see England. Who knows?
Susan sighs, shakes her head, and wanders off to find riper pastures. She’s probably not even thought to talk to the latest addition to the work family. No, she might be in danger of finding out the mundane truth that way. I walk past the new guy’s cubicle on my way back to mine, and I smile at him.
Hiya.
I stop for a moment, and he looks up from his monitor.
Hi!
he replies, smiling nervously.
I’m Jenny. I’m in the cubicle just over there.
I point diagonally over to my little square of space. You can just see the back of the monitor from here, and the tinsel that surrounds it. You’ve probably seen my elbow at some point this morning, at least.
He chuckles, his cheeks flushing soft pink, his dark, coffee bean eyes shining. I probably have,
he replies, his deep American accent very apparent. Oh, my name’s Jonathan. Nice to meet you, Jenny.
He reaches out a hand and I clasp it. His fingers are thick and strong but soft. We grip hands for a second then pull apart.
So, is this your first day at Computers, Incorporated?
I ask, and he nods his head.
Well, this one anyway. I was at the Texas branch for - what? - six years before moving over here.
Do you like rain then?
I giggle, and he looks kind of confused - very politely confused, mind - his thick lips holding a tentative smile and his cheeks pinking up further. It rains a lot in Manchester. People often make jokes about it. That was a lame attempt at humour.
Oh, I see.
His eyes light up, and I’m rewarded with some more of his rolling chuckles. I wanted a change, really.
His face settles into more serious a shape. And I’ve always wanted to see England. So, when this IT position came up, I took it. I mean, why not, huh?
I smile, nodding my head, then taking a sip of my just warm tea. Has your family come over with you as well?
No. Well, I’ve got no family really. I’m an orphan.
Oh, gees. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.
Don’t worry.
His hand waves in front of his face. I know you were just making small talk. No, don’t worry. Don’t worry yourself at all.
Okay, then.
I grin and he grins back, his smile lighting up his whole countenance. You’ll find that we British folks are very polite. Oh, yes, we hate to be seen prying into someone’s personal business. We’re too dignified for any of that nonsense.
This time he picks up on the joke, and laughs without needing my prompting, thank God. I’m used to it. Everyone gets a bit flustered when I first tell them. I’ve just found it better to be up front with it, y’know?
I nod vigorously, then notice the time on the office clock. Blimey! I’m sorry, Jonathan, but I’m going to have to get back to work. The damn boss seems to think that’s what I’m here for!
He chuckles once more. Oh, I know. Damn strange, ain’t it?
His American accent rolling round the a in ‘ain’t’ and making me swoon. It’s such a different sound to the typical Mancunian I’m used to hearing. I nod, my green eyes sparkling with mischief. What lunch shift are you on?
I ask as I turn to walk away.
One o’clock.
he replies, and I stop and turn to address him once more.
Oh, so am I. I’ll see you then, then.
I answer awkwardly, and he nods.
See you later.
Yes, Jonathan is a lovely chap: funny, polite, interesting, and damned good looking, too. His eyes! Boy, oh, boy, they’re beautiful. And those lashes - so thick and luscious. Many women will be jealous of them, that’s for sure.
Anyhow, I can’t afford a crush right now, and I know he’d not be interested in me like that anyway. No one ever is. I’m Jolly Jennifer, everybody’s friend; no one’s lover. I’m pretty short, plump, and have a well-developed mothering instinct. I take care of people: keep them smiling, encourage them, and help make them laugh. That’s all. No use dwelling on the situation. I could sit here and mope about it all day and all night, but why? There’s nothing I can do to change the fact. I’ll just get on with being friends with him.
He’s on his own, and it’s very nearly Christmas. It’s a terrible time of the year to feel lonely. I know, because I do everything in my power every Christmas to keep busy, surround myself with people, and attempt to forget how lonely my life actually is. It works to an extent, but I have to go to bed each night in an empty house, and it’s then the loneliness really hits me.
When one o’clock finally rolls around, I step into his cubicle.
Lunch?
Oh, yes.
He pushes back from his desk and spins around in his chair. I’m really ready for a break.
I know this sweet café, just round the corner from here,
I say to Jonathan, as we walk out of the office together. It’s slightly more expensive than the canteen, but the food is nice, which makes it worth it, I think.
I pull my coat collar up, blow out a puff of air, and shudder. Ooh, it’s sharp out!
Pardon?
His eyebrows knit with puzzlement.
Oh, I mean it’s cold - really, sharply cold. You see? It’s sharp out.
I see.
He grins sheepishly. I’m gonna have to work at learning the language, I think.
I chuckle. Yes, and we speak a strange variant up here in the North. You’ll get the hang of it soon enough.
They say the best way to learn a language is to immerse yourself in it.
He nods.
And you couldn’t get much more immersed!
We laugh, and I direct us to the modest café beside the office building. From the outside it doesn’t seem much, but you can tell by how many people are inside that it’s a good place to eat. It’s quite full, but we find a small, two person table in the corner by the window and sit down. What would you like? I’ll go up and order.
Oh, er, I’m not fussy,
he replies, not even looking at the menu. You pick me out something good.
Okay, then. I’ll be back in a moment.
What I choose for us takes only a few minutes to be served, once I get to the front of the queue. I just hope Jonathan enjoys it. Here we go.
I slide the tray onto the mushroom-coloured Formica tabletop. I just ordered the Christmas lunch special for two. It’s very good.
I slip the two bowls of thick, red, chunky vegetable soup to the table, then place the plates of turkey and stuffing sandwiches next to them. Lastly, I set down two steaming mugs of tea.
It looks delicious!
he enthuses as I take my seat. How much do I owe you?
Oh, no. Put your money away. This is my treat. Count it as a welcome-to-Manchester present.
Well, that is very nice of you, Jenny. Thank you.
He beams. I’m definitely liking Manchester so far.
The thick soup is warming, and the chunks of vegetables melting in my mouth feel intensely comforting. You can’t beat a good bowl of soup on a cold day.
Mmm, this is really tasty. Thanks for the tip.
Jonathan licks his lips. I try not to imagine licking them for him.
My pleasure. Good food is a passion of mine, as you can see!
I wave a hand down my body, showing off my ample curves, being sarcastic about my size, as I always am. I find it stings less if I tell the joke before anyone else does.
I know very little about good food,
he replies, completely ignoring my self put-down. I’ve not experienced much so far in my life. I’m a terrible cook myself.
Oh, well, you’re over here now. We’ll set you straight on that score, especially at Christmas. It’s a great time for good food. What are your Christmas plans?
He shrugs his shoulders, I don’t have any. I’ve never really done Christmas. In the home, we got a present - if we were lucky - from a charity or something, but that was it. So it’s never really become a tradition I’ve kept.
"That is just awful. You will have a proper Christmas this year. I’ll see to it! I put on my most determined look.
That is, if you’ll let me. My look turns sheepish.
I organise my family’s Christmas every year, and I’d be thrilled if you’d join in with us."
Oh, no. I couldn’t.
He blushes, shaking his head furiously.
You could, and you can, young man.
I set my dominant head firmly on my shoulders Besides, I need all the help I can get.
Oh, okay then.
He cracks a smile. You’ve persuaded me. It’s not like I’ve got anything else to do.
Excellent!
I bounce in my seat. Ooh, would you like to come and help me decorate my tree? I was planning to do it this evening. I could do with a man to sort out my lights.
That sounds good. What man can resist the draw of messing with a beautiful lady’s bulbs?
My cheeks flush at the compliment, and wonder if it was as much of an innuendo as I thought it was. I really concentrate on eating the last crust of my turkey sandwich and try to calm myself down a bit.
Well, that’s settled then. You can come to my place after work if you like, I’ll feed you, too if you like!
That sounds great, really. Thanks a lot, Jenny. You’ve given me such a warm welcome. I really appreciate it.
He squeezes my arm, just above my wrist.
You’re very welcome.
I look down coyly, my face lit up like the Christmas tree in the corner. As I’m looking down at his hand on my arm, I notice my watch. Oh, damn it! It’s five to two. We better rush back. I don’t want to get you in trouble on your first day.
Thankfully, we get back to the office just on time. The rest of the afternoon I spend thinking - and not about work. I know I don’t have time to be daydreaming about the new guy in the office, but it seems that is just what I am doing. I get so few compliments, that when I do receive one it tends to knock me flying. I’m pretty sure he called me a beautiful lady, though I guess he was just being gracious. Some people are just naturally flirty, doesn’t