Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Worthy WIP Wednesday 9/14/11

Sooo...thought we'd do something a little different today.  How about a "real life" fic...a Jackson fic to be exact? Yeah, I thought so!  This is fabulously written and she's updating like get on your wishful thinking hats and pull out those vibes!

Everything's Bigger In Texas by VicesVsVirtues
What happens when fantasy becomes reality? A Jackson Rathbone fic.

I found the right door, which was always a bonus after a few drinks, and set my bags on the floor while I rummaged around for my keycard. Just as I slid it into the slot to unlock the door, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Before I'd managed to turn all the way round, my face was caught between two warm hands and lips were pressed gently to mine. It took me a couple of seconds to register that Jackson Rathbone was kissing me. I instinctively lifted my hands and entwined them behind his neck. His own hands moved to the base of my spine, pulling me closer to him. I felt his tongue lick my bottom lip, almost as if it were asking permission to enter my mouth. I simply complied and soon enough my tongue was rolling around with his. The taste of whiskey assaulted me as I raised my hands up to the back of his head, feeling his hair tickle my fingers. Slowly, the kiss wound down and he pulled his face away from mine. He looked me deep in the eye, making me feel as if he could see directly into my soul.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Mentionable Monday 9/12/11

Howdy ya' I was fail this weekend and didn't get your one shot rec to this will be a double entry.

For a good laugh, give this oneshot a try.

Edward and the Tampon
by livelaughloveWRITE
I'm going to forgo the summary and the teaser...I think the title says it all!

Okay, now for your Monday completed fic rec.  This is not your normal's dark and twisted and will shock you!

The Elusive Mr. Cullen
by dariachenowith

Bella is a high class escort, Edward her newest client. They soon realize that there's more between them than great sex and witty conversations. While Bella doesn't believe in fairy tales, her life seems to be turning into one fast. Or is it? AH/OCC Rated M 29 Chapters


Swallowing my irritation I take the seat across from her, then order some mineral water from the waiter. By the time my drink arrives Rose is still occupied, deliberately letting me stew, but after years of knowing her, I'm used to this by now. She always seems to feel the need to put me in my place, but if the worst she has to offer is ignoring me for ten minutes, I will survive.
When she finally deigns to acknowledge me she puts her phone away, then takes a sip from her Mimosa.

"This one should be interesting. Very specific demands, but right down your alley."

"Spoiled, rich kid?" I venture a guess. Somehow she always ends up giving me the difficult ones.

"Not quite, but he did make his first million by age 24, or so they say."

"So money's not a problem?"

"When is it ever, darling?" she drawls, her smile turning a hint more genuine. When she falls silent, I take the bait.

"You said his demands were specific? How so?"

"Hair and eye color, college education, above average intelligence, class."

I find it a bit strange that she doesn't mention looks or age, but I've had my fair share of clients whose interests lie outside of the conventional demands.

"So he has a type and wants his perfect woman for the evening to be able to lead a conversation. I hope you're not going to charge him extra for not appearing like an ass but acting like a gentleman."

Her smile takes on a slight edge.

"We didn't agree on a rate yet. I told him what we charge as a standard fee, and he said he wants to discuss the specifics with you. You know what that usually means?"

I sigh, the flutter of excitement I briefly felt disappearing fast.

"Anal or something kinky, and he wants to book me for the weekend. Maybe I should have worn latex instead?"

Rose simply inclines her head, then slides a business card across the table. Her neat handwriting spells out an address in the old part of town, very posh, no dashes between the numbers. Strangely enough, no name, but it happens.

"I hope you did a background check on him, seeing as you're so eager to send me straight into the lion's den."

Sunday, September 11, 2011

It's been a decade...but we will never forget...

Image from The Written Word: The Click of a Shutter

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Worthy WIP Wednesday 9/7/11

So, I've been following this one for awhile.  Sadly, it doesn't update often...but the story is fantastic and so well written it is definitely worth the wait for updates.

A Form of Escapism by flubbles
Bella finds herself trapped in a loveless marriage, whilst going through the motions of everyday life. Her only form of escapism is the romance novels written by the recently retired, reclusive author E.A.M Cullen.


I met my husband whilst we were at university, I was studying English and he was completing a Business degree, our rooms were on the same corridor. I noticed him straightaway, he was so attractive, all strawberry blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The first time he acknowledged me and asked me on a date, it felt as though the world had stopped turning. As time passed we became quite serious about each other. He was so different back then, generous, attentive...caring even, and he was a wonderful lover.
Coming back to the present from my trip down memory lane, I bend slowly and pull the oven door open, depositing two freshly made bread rolls so that they can warm through, using an oven glove I take the lid off the casserole containing yesterday's leftover roast beef, giving it a stir to make sure it hasn't burnt on the bottom of the pan. I feel faintly proud of my frugalness, I knew some household money saving tips that would be enough to make even the most devout member of the Women's Institute turn green with envy.
Certain that all of the items on my mental checklist are complete, I make my way to the refrigerator and grab a bottle of Stella Artois, so apt that his beverage of choice should be affectionately known as 'Wife Beater'. Setting his lager on the counter, I stretch to retrieve a warm bottle of lager from the back of the cupboard and place it in the refrigerator at the back, swapping it for a cold one. This way it would have more time to chill, ready for when he requires it. With shaking hands I count twice to make sure that enough lager is present in the refrigerator. There must always be six beers never more, never less, in the refrigerator at ALL TIMES - because of that bastard, I won't ever forget again, it was a foolish mistake and there was no need to ever repeat it. Stroking the scar on my left upper arm through my blouse, it acts as a constant reminder to improve upon my forgetfulness, funny how excruciating pain can ensure that one was...better at remembering.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Short-n-Sweet Saturday 9/3/11

Well, this one should really be sexy-n-saucy Saturday!  This week's one shot was just published a couple of days ago, and yes, it is from the same author that I spotlighted for the Wednesday WIP...but this one is just too good not to share!  I'm even going to attach a video that is almost as if it were made for this one shot...

Sex Machine by SoapyMayhem
In the year 2029, bio-mechanical engineer, Bella Swan, has created the perfect machine for Whitlock Robotics. Masen can be anyone or anything you desire... but who does Bella want her Masen to be? B/E M for Lemons/Language


"Oh fuck, the cock looks perfect!" I practically moan as Jasper begins the stimulation and arousal diagnostics on the new model.
A delicate pale hand skims across the growing flesh, and I feel a surge of jealousy. This was my fucking design and I wanted to be the first one to test it out. But my wants are pushed back. This isn't about me… not anymore. This has all gone far beyond me and my expectations.
"Use a bit of lube, Tanya," Jasper directs over an intercom from behind the thick pane of glass.
"Yes, Sir," she complies, grabbing a bottle of warming lube from a nearby table.
She squirts a small amount into her hand, eying the liquid in an almost clinical manner, then looks back to Jasper and me for further instruction.
"Rub the penis and coat it with the lube, then I want you to keep stroking it at varying speeds and pressures. Change the technique every thirty seconds until seven minutes have passed," he instructs specifically.
It doesn't take long for my arousal to wane as Tanya continues to stroke the erect cock in the most unenthusiastic manner possible. For the life of me I can't figure out why she is so fucking popular.
I begin to get bored. Quite frankly, these tests are ridiculous and unnecessary.
With Masen, we've perfected the machine, made it something special, something a little more human than its predecessors. But there is something innately in-human about Masen as well, aside from all the tubes, fluids, and mechanical shit inside, there is Masen's unearthly beauty. He's an Adonis, a stunning specimen designed to my exact specifications, down to the fucking DNA.