Anniversary Blog Fest: Victoria Blisse

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Summer Holiday
And on this occasion I’m not talking about the song by Cliff Richard (Don’t judge me, I love Cliff!) but I am talking about the best thing about the long, hot days of July and August. Summer holidays. Kids in the UK get around 6-8 weeks over July and August away from school and this is the time lots of families take the time to go on holiday.

 

I’ve been to Scarborough just about every year since I was five (that’s coming up on 3 decades now) and I still love it. As a kid I loved the beach, the sea, the 2p machines in the arcades and the ice cream. Oh and the miniature railway and the open top bus.

Now I’m a grown up I love exactly the same things with an added appreciation of the gorgeous scenery and beautiful old buildings.

It’ll come as no surprise to you then when I tell you I write a lot of stories set in Scarborough. Today I’m going to share a little from my latest one with you. A proper British seaside holiday is within the pages of Smut by the Sea. It’s an anthology I have co-edited with the talented and lovely Lucy Felthouse and is filled with sensual, saucy seaside stories.

So here’s a snippet from mine.

So I set out to Scarborough to revisit the joy of my childhood. Of course my memories were sun-bathed and glorious, but by the grace of the British weather it was throwing it down with rain when I pulled into the familiar white-frilled platform of my haven of sanity.

And it wasn’t just a shower, it kept up raining as I walked around to find a hotel room. It was also the kind of rain with purpose that they get up north. I’d forgotten the biting chill of rainwater impacting forcefully on skin and the short amount of time it takes to get wet, properly wet.

In London I leap from office to Tube to taxis and restaurants and back, I don’t have time to get more than damp. By the time I found a hotel with a vacancy, I was drenched to the skin but I was happy. I’d seen my first glimpse of the tumble-down castle and heard the cry of the seagulls. I smelt the tang of salt on the air and smiled.

I sat in my room a while, it was gifted with a huge window and a view of the sea. As I dried out I watched the sea boil and break, churning white with ferocity and power. I tracked the familiar coast and picked out landmarks, absorbed the nostalgia and breathed. I was so relaxed, sat there in the comfort of my room with my wet jeans steaming on the radiator that my mind slipped to pleasure for the first time since forever. The soft velour chair stroked my thighs and made me feel decadent. I realised that I was sat by my hotel window half naked, thought about it a moment, then shrugged.

I was high up and overlooking the sea but hidden from public view. Who would want to look anyway? I am just a chubby girl; no one ever glances at me twice. And I don’t mind, I’m too busy, then too exhausted for sex anyway. But there in that hotel room I felt stirrings I’d almost forgotten I could experience.

I was hyper aware of my breathing, my bust rising and falling under the plain white t-shirt protecting them. I watched them heave out of the corner of my eye and gazed out at the rain and the sea and the squall. The undulation of the tide seemed to mimic the rise and fall of my chest and I found myself unable to resist reaching up and stroking across my breast. I felt tingles slip down between my cleavage, over the hillock of my stomach to the valley below.

You can pick up your copy of Smut by the Sea here: http://smutbythesea.co.uk/anthology-vol-1/

So where did you spend your holiday/vacation as a child? Share your childhood memories here to be put in the draw for the anniversary weekend prizes!

About the Author:

Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections and Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker 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.

Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk and find Victoria on Facebook and Twitter .

Comments

  1. We didn’t take any real vacations when I was young. My parents were always working.
    Kit3247(at)aol(dot)com

  2. I lived in a large city growing up. We didn’t have a car and very little money. I have happy summer memories of opening fire hydrants, learning to swim at the local high school, and the one week each summer when the “swim mobile” came to the local church parking lot. YES, I swam in a tractor trailer full or water! Our only “vacations” before I was in my teens was when dad would borrow a car and we’d drive a couple of hours to my grandparents’ home. It was in the suburbs, with a big yard, and not far from the Jersey shore.
    catherinelee100 at gmail dot com

  3. Never seemed to take any summer vacations, parents were too busy with the farm, but never minded always had lots of fun outdoors.

    skpetal at hotmail dot com

  4. Anonymous says:

    I live pretty close to a beach town, so summer’s always felt like kind of a mixed blessing: you feel like your summers should always resemble an uptempo Beach Boys song, and when it’s not you feel cheated. 🙂 Can’t imagine living anywhere landlocked, though…

    vitajex(at)aol(dot)com

  5. My aunt had a cottage.So we would spend a couple weeks each summer up there.I loved it.
    elaing8(at)netscape(dot)net

  6. We used to go camping every summer. I would have liked to go to Scarborough.
    debby236 at gmail dot com

  7. Thanks for all your comments, ladies. I was so lucky to get my week of holiday every year. Even if we did stay in a caravan with no hot water or a toilet. *LOL*

  8. Most of the vacations when I was a kid where what people call ‘day-cations’ now. Usually on a sunny Sunday morning, we’d pile in the car with a picnic hamper full of goodies and set off for a day trip ‘up north’. I grew up in Michigan and most people in SE Michigan refer to the rest of the state as ‘UP north’. But we would drive as far as we could, stop for our picnic as some state or county park. Then start back home a few hours later. Doesn’t sound like much, but those were some fun times.

    kareninnc at gmail dot com

  9. We did not go on many vacations when I was a child. We did a few to the Pocono Mountains in Pennsylvania and a few to the Jersey Shore (and not the one you see on TV).
    Thank you for sharing your vacation place with us. 🙂

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