Hey guys and gals! I just found that my latest drabble, I'm a Doctor has been posted as one of this week's recs on The Notebook. Please go check out their blog!
Monday, October 24, 2011
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 crazy...so get on your wishful thinking hats and pull out those vibes!
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.
"Goodnight."
Everything's Bigger In Texas by VicesVsVirtues
What happens when fantasy becomes reality? A Jackson Rathbone fic.
Teaser:
"Goodnight."
Monday, September 12, 2011
Mentionable Monday 9/12/11
Howdy ya'll...so I was fail this weekend and didn't get your one shot rec to you...so this will be a double entry.
For a good laugh, give this oneshot a try.
Okay, now for your Monday completed fic rec. This is not your normal fic...it's dark and twisted and will shock you!
Teaser:
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."
For a good laugh, give this oneshot a try.
Edward and the Tampon
by livelaughloveWRITE
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 fic...it's dark and twisted and will shock you!
The Elusive Mr. Cullen
by dariachenowith
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
Teaser:
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
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
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5924184/1/
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.
Teaser:
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.
A Form of Escapism by flubbles
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5924184/1/
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.
Teaser:
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...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8mD9gY0Mgg&feature=BFp&list=PL4C586D98DAEA773B&index=16
Sex Machine by SoapyMayhem
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7344424/1/
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
Teaser:
"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.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8mD9gY0Mgg&feature=BFp&list=PL4C586D98DAEA773B&index=16
Sex Machine by SoapyMayhem
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7344424/1/
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
Teaser:
"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.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Worth WIP Wednesday 8/31/11
Time for another work in progress...but trust me, you'll be so glad you got in at the beginning of this one...I have a really good feeling it's going to be AMAZING!!!! It's only 4 chapters in so far, but it already has over 300 reviews...that should tell you something!
A Taste of Honey by SoapyMayhem
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7271653/1/
Ex-Senator Edward Cullen has denied himself the pleasure of living the BDSM lifestyle for years now. Shortly after deciding to seek a new sub, he meets artist Isabella Swan in the most unexpected place - her high school graduation! Lemons/DirtyWords/BDSM. Rated M
Teaser:
As the crowd broke out into applause, I searched the student section for Isabella – coming up short. Realizing that, alphabetically, she would have been seated near the back section, I turned my gaze. A bit of movement finally caught my eye, and what I saw caused my cock to stir a bit.
She was tall - not overly so, though it was hard to judge at my current distance. I assumed she was 5'7" or 5'8", but quite petite, as she was practically swallowed whole by her robes. What caught my eye and stiffened my cock was her demeanor.
She was shy, no doubt – the way her head bowed forward caused her thick mahogany locks to create a curtain around her face as she slowly approached the stage.
I struggled to get my cock under control – silently thanking God that the podium hid the massive tent in my slacks that only seemed to worsen as the girl came closer and closer.
With, trepidation, she walked up the steps – the angle finally giving me a glimpse of her face. Thick dark lashes fanned against her cheeks as her eyes stayed locked on the ground, while her bottom lip, held firmly between her teeth, was causing some serious lust to rage in my body. Fuck.
I picked up on her embarrassment right away at the sight of her blushing cherry cheeks- she looked so shy.
She was finally in front of me when I was assaulted by her scent, and Jesus Christ, did she smell fucking innocent and sweet. She was honey, warm peaches, and all-girl – heaven and fucking hell. I stifled a groan and pressed my cock against the podium to relieve a little of the tension.
In an effort to not reach out and touch, I her gripped the edge of the wooden stand with the hand that wasn't holding her certificate. This was neither the time nor the place, and the last thing I wanted to do was frighten this poor girl with my insatiable needs, much less in front of an audience that no doubt contained her family.
A Taste of Honey by SoapyMayhem
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7271653/1/
Ex-Senator Edward Cullen has denied himself the pleasure of living the BDSM lifestyle for years now. Shortly after deciding to seek a new sub, he meets artist Isabella Swan in the most unexpected place - her high school graduation! Lemons/DirtyWords/BDSM. Rated M
Teaser:
As the crowd broke out into applause, I searched the student section for Isabella – coming up short. Realizing that, alphabetically, she would have been seated near the back section, I turned my gaze. A bit of movement finally caught my eye, and what I saw caused my cock to stir a bit.
She was tall - not overly so, though it was hard to judge at my current distance. I assumed she was 5'7" or 5'8", but quite petite, as she was practically swallowed whole by her robes. What caught my eye and stiffened my cock was her demeanor.
She was shy, no doubt – the way her head bowed forward caused her thick mahogany locks to create a curtain around her face as she slowly approached the stage.
I struggled to get my cock under control – silently thanking God that the podium hid the massive tent in my slacks that only seemed to worsen as the girl came closer and closer.
With, trepidation, she walked up the steps – the angle finally giving me a glimpse of her face. Thick dark lashes fanned against her cheeks as her eyes stayed locked on the ground, while her bottom lip, held firmly between her teeth, was causing some serious lust to rage in my body. Fuck.
I picked up on her embarrassment right away at the sight of her blushing cherry cheeks- she looked so shy.
She was finally in front of me when I was assaulted by her scent, and Jesus Christ, did she smell fucking innocent and sweet. She was honey, warm peaches, and all-girl – heaven and fucking hell. I stifled a groan and pressed my cock against the podium to relieve a little of the tension.
In an effort to not reach out and touch, I her gripped the edge of the wooden stand with the hand that wasn't holding her certificate. This was neither the time nor the place, and the last thing I wanted to do was frighten this poor girl with my insatiable needs, much less in front of an audience that no doubt contained her family.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Mentionable Monday 8/29/11
Okay, this week's completed rec is fairly new...just came out last week. It's a quick, light and clever drabble of 16 chapters...with a twist. It's written so we don't know who the POV or the mystery couple until the very end. If you want something fun that will keep you on your toes...go give this a shot...and tell her I sent ya when you leave your guesses!!
Ray of Light by lvtwilight09
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7316470/1/Ray_of_Light
Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us a fairytale. A drabble fic of love at first sight. Rated M
Teaser:
Two weeks in and our project is going really well. We all seem to work really well together and we've all become friends. We've hung out a few times, going to movies or dinner and I have to say it's nice having friends again. After my last relationship ended, all my friends sided with my ex, leaving me all alone.
As much as I love having friends, I do have to admit there is one person I wish I could be more than friends with. Getting to know them these past two weeks has been wonderful. Working with them on our project has let me see how smart they are and outside of working on our project, just hanging out…I've gotten to see them be carefree and relaxed. The more time we spend together the more I want the chance to be with them.
I'm worried that the others have noticed me staring or lost in daydreams, but I don't think anyone has. At least until Alice calls me out on it while we're in Starbucks waiting for our drinks.
Ray of Light by lvtwilight09
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7316470/1/Ray_of_Light
Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us a fairytale. A drabble fic of love at first sight. Rated M
Teaser:
Two weeks in and our project is going really well. We all seem to work really well together and we've all become friends. We've hung out a few times, going to movies or dinner and I have to say it's nice having friends again. After my last relationship ended, all my friends sided with my ex, leaving me all alone.
As much as I love having friends, I do have to admit there is one person I wish I could be more than friends with. Getting to know them these past two weeks has been wonderful. Working with them on our project has let me see how smart they are and outside of working on our project, just hanging out…I've gotten to see them be carefree and relaxed. The more time we spend together the more I want the chance to be with them.
I'm worried that the others have noticed me staring or lost in daydreams, but I don't think anyone has. At least until Alice calls me out on it while we're in Starbucks waiting for our drinks.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Short-n-Sweet Saturday 8/27/11
Okay, this weeks one shot rec is a little different and definitely under loved! Please go read, review and tell her I sent ya! And for pete's sake, don't flounce it because of the beginning pairing...trust me...give it a chance, you won't be sorry!
Misleading Desires by theonlykla
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7147569/1/Misleading_Desires
Non-canon pairing. Alice and Edward have been friends since kindergarten. They are best friends, but how will their relationship last when it becomes about jealousy and over-protectiveness, thrown in with hot, no holds barred sexual chemistry. Rated M
Teaser:
She wasted no time positioning herself over me as I thrust up and into her in one push. She gasp as I pulled her legs up around the sides of my head, "Grab a hold of the arms of the chair and don't let go." I said as I watched my cock gliding in and out of her wet pussy. She felt indescribable wrapped around me.
I pushed deeper into her with each upward stroke. I loved fucking her this way, as she was so small and I can bend her easily, feeling her so deeply.
She pushed down and I pushed up, we fucked hard, rough and neither of us came quickly. Both of us enjoyed the feel of how the other felt when we were connected this way.
I grabbed her knees and swung them both to the left, swiveling her around on my cock, "Put your feet down in front and ride my cock, baby." I loved how we've gotten so used to each others bodies that my cock didn't leave the confines of her pussy as I swung her around.
Misleading Desires by theonlykla
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7147569/1/Misleading_Desires
Non-canon pairing. Alice and Edward have been friends since kindergarten. They are best friends, but how will their relationship last when it becomes about jealousy and over-protectiveness, thrown in with hot, no holds barred sexual chemistry. Rated M
Teaser:
She wasted no time positioning herself over me as I thrust up and into her in one push. She gasp as I pulled her legs up around the sides of my head, "Grab a hold of the arms of the chair and don't let go." I said as I watched my cock gliding in and out of her wet pussy. She felt indescribable wrapped around me.
I pushed deeper into her with each upward stroke. I loved fucking her this way, as she was so small and I can bend her easily, feeling her so deeply.
She pushed down and I pushed up, we fucked hard, rough and neither of us came quickly. Both of us enjoyed the feel of how the other felt when we were connected this way.
I grabbed her knees and swung them both to the left, swiveling her around on my cock, "Put your feet down in front and ride my cock, baby." I loved how we've gotten so used to each others bodies that my cock didn't leave the confines of her pussy as I swung her around.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Worthy WIP Wednesday 8/24/11
OKAY...if you aren't following this one yet...YOU SHOULD BE!!! Short chapters that are packed with a wallop! Be prepared with tissues.
The Bakery by kitkat681
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7117283/1/The_Bakery
Trying to escape from her captors, Isabella wanders into a bakery in the middle of the night. When Edward finds her, broken and beaten, hiding in a stairwell, will he have the strength to help her? Dose she have the strength to trust him? Expanded O/S.
Teaser:
He cursed as he found the back door unlocked again. How many times had he drilled it into Seth's head that he needed to make sure everything was locked up when he left for the night? Ever since his bakery had taken off, Edward had been able to hire more staff and not work from open to close everyday. The fact that he was unable to trust said staff made his blood boil. He whipped out his cell phone as his eyes scanned the kitchen for any sign that someone had been in there. When Seth's voice, groggy with sleep picked up, Edward did not even try to hold back his anger."Did you forget to do something last night?" He growled into the phone. Seth was instantly alert and apologetic as he said all of the right things to his boss. Edward let him hang for a few minutes before calmly explaining, once again, the importance of making sure everything was secure before they left for the night. Seth was full of remorse and promises that it would never happen again. After ending the call, Edward dropped his head to the prep table and banged his fist against the unforgiving metal surface. Had it not been so quiet, he would have never heard the startled gasp that originated from across the room. His head whipped up at the sound and he stared at the partially open door that led up to the storage room. He walked slowly to the opening, hearing the strangled breathing from whoever was inside the stairwell. Inside his head he was telling himself that he should have just called the cops and have them deal with the intruder, but as he got closer, the pathetic sobs got louder.
The Bakery by kitkat681
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7117283/1/The_Bakery
Trying to escape from her captors, Isabella wanders into a bakery in the middle of the night. When Edward finds her, broken and beaten, hiding in a stairwell, will he have the strength to help her? Dose she have the strength to trust him? Expanded O/S.
Teaser:
He cursed as he found the back door unlocked again. How many times had he drilled it into Seth's head that he needed to make sure everything was locked up when he left for the night? Ever since his bakery had taken off, Edward had been able to hire more staff and not work from open to close everyday. The fact that he was unable to trust said staff made his blood boil. He whipped out his cell phone as his eyes scanned the kitchen for any sign that someone had been in there. When Seth's voice, groggy with sleep picked up, Edward did not even try to hold back his anger."Did you forget to do something last night?" He growled into the phone. Seth was instantly alert and apologetic as he said all of the right things to his boss. Edward let him hang for a few minutes before calmly explaining, once again, the importance of making sure everything was secure before they left for the night. Seth was full of remorse and promises that it would never happen again. After ending the call, Edward dropped his head to the prep table and banged his fist against the unforgiving metal surface. Had it not been so quiet, he would have never heard the startled gasp that originated from across the room. His head whipped up at the sound and he stared at the partially open door that led up to the storage room. He walked slowly to the opening, hearing the strangled breathing from whoever was inside the stairwell. Inside his head he was telling himself that he should have just called the cops and have them deal with the intruder, but as he got closer, the pathetic sobs got louder.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Mentionable Monday 8/22/2011
Time for another completed fic rec!
Midnight Decadence by Lilith617
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5812967/1/bMidnight_b_bDecadence_b
Bella Cullen and her family arent the only family in Forks with a secret. Will Bella be able to withstand the tempting blood of newcomer Edward Masen, while unravelling the mystery behind his facade? Twilight with a twist. OOC/AU/future citrus!COMPLETE! 16 chapters, Rated M
Teaser:
"Have you seen him, the new guy?" Lauren asked Jessica, flinging her corn-silk, blonde hair over her shoulder, awaiting Jessica's nasally reply. A tidal wave of pungency flew in my direction and I quickly held my breath, dropping my head and allowing the thickness and the smell of strawberries that wafted from my hair to curtain some of the obnoxious blow. The rotten combination of Lauren's perfume, mixed with the undesirable scent of her blood, made me want to regurgitate the elk blood that still sat laden in my stomach.
I moaned in protest, keeping my head hidden as the bell rang, leaving me no other option but to endure the torment I was being dealt. Reluctantly, I opted to hold my breath- something I rarely did in school for fear of looking inhuman- and tried to relax; settling in for what would probably be the longest hour of my existence.
"Hello, Jess. I'm talking to you." Lauren waved what was supposed to be a perfectly manicured hand before Skank-ley's face, finally gaining her attention.
"Oh, yeah. The new guy…he is totally fuck-able, what's his name again?" Jessica asked, not surprising me in the least with her reference. Of course she thought he was 'fuck-able'. In fact, that was all she was thinking and had been thinking.
This poor human was merely a sheep amongst wolves and he didn't even know it.
"His name is Edward Masen. He's the new Police Chiefs son. Apparently, he just moved here from Phoenix. Though it sure doesn't look like it. He's pale as shit," Lauren said leaning into Jessica, whispering into her ear, "He could probably pass for a Cullen," she snickered, nodding towards my direction. I had all I could not to rip her throat out where she sat. In addition, as if that wasn't enough, I now had a name to go with the nauseating vision's Skank-ley's mind was currently assaulting me with.
Midnight Decadence by Lilith617
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5812967/1/bMidnight_b_bDecadence_b
Bella Cullen and her family arent the only family in Forks with a secret. Will Bella be able to withstand the tempting blood of newcomer Edward Masen, while unravelling the mystery behind his facade? Twilight with a twist. OOC/AU/future citrus!COMPLETE! 16 chapters, Rated M
Teaser:
"Have you seen him, the new guy?" Lauren asked Jessica, flinging her corn-silk, blonde hair over her shoulder, awaiting Jessica's nasally reply. A tidal wave of pungency flew in my direction and I quickly held my breath, dropping my head and allowing the thickness and the smell of strawberries that wafted from my hair to curtain some of the obnoxious blow. The rotten combination of Lauren's perfume, mixed with the undesirable scent of her blood, made me want to regurgitate the elk blood that still sat laden in my stomach.
I moaned in protest, keeping my head hidden as the bell rang, leaving me no other option but to endure the torment I was being dealt. Reluctantly, I opted to hold my breath- something I rarely did in school for fear of looking inhuman- and tried to relax; settling in for what would probably be the longest hour of my existence.
"Hello, Jess. I'm talking to you." Lauren waved what was supposed to be a perfectly manicured hand before Skank-ley's face, finally gaining her attention.
"Oh, yeah. The new guy…he is totally fuck-able, what's his name again?" Jessica asked, not surprising me in the least with her reference. Of course she thought he was 'fuck-able'. In fact, that was all she was thinking and had been thinking.
This poor human was merely a sheep amongst wolves and he didn't even know it.
"His name is Edward Masen. He's the new Police Chiefs son. Apparently, he just moved here from Phoenix. Though it sure doesn't look like it. He's pale as shit," Lauren said leaning into Jessica, whispering into her ear, "He could probably pass for a Cullen," she snickered, nodding towards my direction. I had all I could not to rip her throat out where she sat. In addition, as if that wasn't enough, I now had a name to go with the nauseating vision's Skank-ley's mind was currently assaulting me with.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Short-n-Sweet Saturday 8/20/11
Feels like a zesty day to me...
Young Lust, Dirty Girls by Anadabyel
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6498235/1/Young_Lust_Dirty_Girls
Groupies keep Rock and Roll satisfied. No judgments and no repercussions. Because music is what feelings are made of. This is a story of a groupie who found herself after she gave herself away for the last time.
Teaser:
Now as seniors and about to graduate, Angela and I were in our own personal heaven at the Spokane Music Festival. Our newest musical obsession was Diminution, a band out of Chicago, with three brothers and one cousin. They are beautiful. Especially, the lead singer, who also plays rhythm guitar. At least he is for me. Edward Cullen was everything I could have ever wanted as one of my experiences. Light brown hair with coppery highlights. A long perfect torso that led directly into a heavenly V, it was actually evident because he never wore a shirt, just beaded necklaces that hung savagely all over his chiseled chest. He has piercing green eyes that come through the posters and magazine articles. I was going to have him. Angela had a thing for the bassist, Ben, the youngest brother. He was too short for me, but she loved the fact that he wore glasses. Whatever. To each her own. There was the drummer Emmett Cullen a huge, Godlike man whose dick I was sure the size of an elephant, I never allowed my brain to go there even for the fantasy. But the cousin was so beautiful I almost came undone. Jasper Cullen. The lead guitarist. He was tall, blond, and looked like a damn angel with dirty wings.
Young Lust, Dirty Girls by Anadabyel
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6498235/1/Young_Lust_Dirty_Girls
Groupies keep Rock and Roll satisfied. No judgments and no repercussions. Because music is what feelings are made of. This is a story of a groupie who found herself after she gave herself away for the last time.
Teaser:
Now as seniors and about to graduate, Angela and I were in our own personal heaven at the Spokane Music Festival. Our newest musical obsession was Diminution, a band out of Chicago, with three brothers and one cousin. They are beautiful. Especially, the lead singer, who also plays rhythm guitar. At least he is for me. Edward Cullen was everything I could have ever wanted as one of my experiences. Light brown hair with coppery highlights. A long perfect torso that led directly into a heavenly V, it was actually evident because he never wore a shirt, just beaded necklaces that hung savagely all over his chiseled chest. He has piercing green eyes that come through the posters and magazine articles. I was going to have him. Angela had a thing for the bassist, Ben, the youngest brother. He was too short for me, but she loved the fact that he wore glasses. Whatever. To each her own. There was the drummer Emmett Cullen a huge, Godlike man whose dick I was sure the size of an elephant, I never allowed my brain to go there even for the fantasy. But the cousin was so beautiful I almost came undone. Jasper Cullen. The lead guitarist. He was tall, blond, and looked like a damn angel with dirty wings.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Worthy WIP Wednesday 8/17/11
So this week's WIP is really just getting off the ground...however, only 3 chapters in and it's owning me!
My Master of Darkness by TrueEnglishRose
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7249034/1/
Being a Dom wasn't what he wanted anymore. Love, marriage and a family was in his mind now. Could Bella, who had already raised a family, of sorts, be the answer? What does Bella want? BDSM themes through out. All human. E&B
Teaser:
"Would it be possible for a dance?" I gasped slightly as I heard the same voice that flowed through the speakers earlier in the evening. Although the voice sounded as if it were right next to me, I stayed quiet, not wanting to make a fool of myself if he was talking to someone else close to me.
I felt a warm finger ghost gently over my shoulder as he asked again.
"It would be my pleasure." I replied as I stood up from the table.
His hand trailed slowly down my arm until it reached my hand and he grasped it slightly. It was such a sensual feeling to have in the dark, with a stranger. I shivered as goose bumps broke out over the surface of my skin.
I didn't know the music that was playing, but it was gentle and soothing as we made our way over to the dance floor, blind leading the blind.
Our fingers intertwined as he wrapped his other arms around my waist. I laid my free hand on his bicep. From how it felt, he would be significantly taller than I was if I'd had my shoes off.
I had a sudden compulsion to lean in to see what he smelt like when he held me a little closer, but I held myself in place.
My Master of Darkness by TrueEnglishRose
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7249034/1/
Being a Dom wasn't what he wanted anymore. Love, marriage and a family was in his mind now. Could Bella, who had already raised a family, of sorts, be the answer? What does Bella want? BDSM themes through out. All human. E&B
Teaser:
"Would it be possible for a dance?" I gasped slightly as I heard the same voice that flowed through the speakers earlier in the evening. Although the voice sounded as if it were right next to me, I stayed quiet, not wanting to make a fool of myself if he was talking to someone else close to me.
I felt a warm finger ghost gently over my shoulder as he asked again.
"It would be my pleasure." I replied as I stood up from the table.
His hand trailed slowly down my arm until it reached my hand and he grasped it slightly. It was such a sensual feeling to have in the dark, with a stranger. I shivered as goose bumps broke out over the surface of my skin.
I didn't know the music that was playing, but it was gentle and soothing as we made our way over to the dance floor, blind leading the blind.
Our fingers intertwined as he wrapped his other arms around my waist. I laid my free hand on his bicep. From how it felt, he would be significantly taller than I was if I'd had my shoes off.
I had a sudden compulsion to lean in to see what he smelt like when he held me a little closer, but I held myself in place.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Mentionable Monday 8/15/11
This week's completed fic rec is a heart touching love story that is very well written. Warning: you might need tissues.
Secret Life by MandyLeigh87
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5251499/1/
Bella meets and instantly hates Edward Cullen, her roommate's brother. But they both have secrets in their life that bring them closer in life and love than they ever imagined. AH E/B 25 chapters
Teaser:
I pulled out my book from my bag and turned it to a random page. It didn't matter where it was, I had read it so many times I could pick up the story within a few sentences. I sat by the fire for a few minutes, being consumed by the warmth and drawn into the world of Jane Austen. I was only vaguely aware of the world around me, until someone, I wasn't sure who at the time, bumped into my arm spilling my drink everywhere.
"Damn it!" I yelled, shaking the burning liquid off my skin and practically ringing out my book. It was basically ruined. I sat there, expecting an apology. New Yorkers weren't known for their kindness, but even this granted some kind of 'sorry,' even if it was mumbled in passing. I glanced up to suspiciously eye my 'bumper,' but he was totally oblivious. He was tall, with his muscles clearly visible through his faded brown leather jacket. He was no body builder, but I could tell he was subtly built. His dusty bronze hair was sticking out every which way from the top of his head, the color complementing his sun-kissed skin.
He swooped down, taking the other side of the couch for himself and setting his large bag and something else I couldn't quite see down beside him. I glared at him fiercely, willing him to meet my gaze and show him what he had done, but he was too consumed in his own world blasting his IPod and tapping idly on his knees.
Unbelievable, I thought to myself. I continued to wipe myself off, exaggerating every move hoping to catch his eye. My efforts were not rewarded. I stared back at him, even more agitated than before.
"Ugh," I sighed, sitting back into my seat. His eyes shifted briefly towards me, but didn't look before he turned his attention back to his personal jam session.
I began to tap my foot lightly, my frustrations beginning to boil over. I absentmindedly glanced up at the clock and realized I was about to be late for work, again. I quickly gathered my things, shoving them into my bag and headed out the door, giving up on the battle with coffee guy.
Secret Life by MandyLeigh87
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5251499/1/
Bella meets and instantly hates Edward Cullen, her roommate's brother. But they both have secrets in their life that bring them closer in life and love than they ever imagined. AH E/B 25 chapters
Teaser:
I pulled out my book from my bag and turned it to a random page. It didn't matter where it was, I had read it so many times I could pick up the story within a few sentences. I sat by the fire for a few minutes, being consumed by the warmth and drawn into the world of Jane Austen. I was only vaguely aware of the world around me, until someone, I wasn't sure who at the time, bumped into my arm spilling my drink everywhere.
"Damn it!" I yelled, shaking the burning liquid off my skin and practically ringing out my book. It was basically ruined. I sat there, expecting an apology. New Yorkers weren't known for their kindness, but even this granted some kind of 'sorry,' even if it was mumbled in passing. I glanced up to suspiciously eye my 'bumper,' but he was totally oblivious. He was tall, with his muscles clearly visible through his faded brown leather jacket. He was no body builder, but I could tell he was subtly built. His dusty bronze hair was sticking out every which way from the top of his head, the color complementing his sun-kissed skin.
He swooped down, taking the other side of the couch for himself and setting his large bag and something else I couldn't quite see down beside him. I glared at him fiercely, willing him to meet my gaze and show him what he had done, but he was too consumed in his own world blasting his IPod and tapping idly on his knees.
Unbelievable, I thought to myself. I continued to wipe myself off, exaggerating every move hoping to catch his eye. My efforts were not rewarded. I stared back at him, even more agitated than before.
"Ugh," I sighed, sitting back into my seat. His eyes shifted briefly towards me, but didn't look before he turned his attention back to his personal jam session.
I began to tap my foot lightly, my frustrations beginning to boil over. I absentmindedly glanced up at the clock and realized I was about to be late for work, again. I quickly gathered my things, shoving them into my bag and headed out the door, giving up on the battle with coffee guy.
TSID video update
I need to apologize as I had mentioned in my latest chapter that I would be reposting the TSID video, however, the file my vid girl had emailed me didn't come through, so I was unable to do so. I will keep ya'll posted and let you know when we have it working. SORRY!
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Short-n-Sweet Saturday 8/13/11
Ready for a sexy little oneshot? Good, me too!
Earn the A by ItHappened
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5857624/1/Earn_The_A
Dr. Cullen has been given a proposition from his best and worst student, Bella Swan. CONTEST ENTRY FOR PUBLIC LOVIN'.
Teaser:
"Dr. Cullen," an all but familiar voice announced behind me. The sultry call of my name on her lips twisted the knot in my stomach and I slowly turned my head and found Bella heading straight in my direction, her paper in hand.
"Bella, I'm not having office hours right now, we can discuss-"
"I need to speak to you now about my paper. I'm not going to be on campus tomorrow and this is urgent," she interrupted me, as I knew she would.
It wasn't urgent, and she was such a little liar because I'd memorized her class schedule so I'd be able to avoid her throughout campus each day. With a heavy sigh, I opened my door and signaled for her to come inside. So much for getting home to relax without a headache.
"I wrote specifically why I had to give you that grade," I began, not even bothering to take my seat since I was going to force her to take the hint that I wasn't about to stick around to be grilled for thirty minutes. Bella casually took a seat and placed her paper on my desk.
"Dr. Cullen, I need to explain something to you," she said. My attention was only on closing down my computer and getting the hell out of there. So when I finally glanced up, I blinked a few times when I noticed that her blouse appeared to be lower than normal.
"I've worked my ass off for the grades that I get here. And I've never had a problem with any professor, except for you. My parents expect only the highest of grades, and I know with a B on any paper, my grade would be in danger of slipping. So believe me when I say that I'm going to do what I can to get a goddamn A in your class, and any future class that I'll have with you. Do you understand?"
Her speech was amusing. I'd never been bribed before, so this would now be considered the highlight of my week. Having Bella Swan sitting in my office, trying to pay me off for a grade. What did my colleagues do in these situations?
Earn the A by ItHappened
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5857624/1/Earn_The_A
Dr. Cullen has been given a proposition from his best and worst student, Bella Swan. CONTEST ENTRY FOR PUBLIC LOVIN'.
Teaser:
"Dr. Cullen," an all but familiar voice announced behind me. The sultry call of my name on her lips twisted the knot in my stomach and I slowly turned my head and found Bella heading straight in my direction, her paper in hand.
"Bella, I'm not having office hours right now, we can discuss-"
"I need to speak to you now about my paper. I'm not going to be on campus tomorrow and this is urgent," she interrupted me, as I knew she would.
It wasn't urgent, and she was such a little liar because I'd memorized her class schedule so I'd be able to avoid her throughout campus each day. With a heavy sigh, I opened my door and signaled for her to come inside. So much for getting home to relax without a headache.
"I wrote specifically why I had to give you that grade," I began, not even bothering to take my seat since I was going to force her to take the hint that I wasn't about to stick around to be grilled for thirty minutes. Bella casually took a seat and placed her paper on my desk.
"Dr. Cullen, I need to explain something to you," she said. My attention was only on closing down my computer and getting the hell out of there. So when I finally glanced up, I blinked a few times when I noticed that her blouse appeared to be lower than normal.
"I've worked my ass off for the grades that I get here. And I've never had a problem with any professor, except for you. My parents expect only the highest of grades, and I know with a B on any paper, my grade would be in danger of slipping. So believe me when I say that I'm going to do what I can to get a goddamn A in your class, and any future class that I'll have with you. Do you understand?"
Her speech was amusing. I'd never been bribed before, so this would now be considered the highlight of my week. Having Bella Swan sitting in my office, trying to pay me off for a grade. What did my colleagues do in these situations?
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Worthy WIP Wednesday 8/10/11
So this week's WIP rec really is a "work in progress"...the story hasn't been finished yet, but I've stepped in as a beta for the already posted chapters (have done 11 of them so far) so it is getting a facelift and is in desperate need of some love so you know the drill....GO READ & REVIEW (and please tell him I sent ya!)
Our New Beginning by Judas Manifesto
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6802586/1/Our_New_Beginning
Set after NM. Bella has moved on, dance giving her the confidence to no longer be a scared little girl. Edward gets a wake-up call in Brazil that has him returning to Forks. Dramatic surprises await, will they keep these two from a second chance? LEMONS!
Teaser:
"Wow," Edward said, watching my hips. "Is that what you learned when you started dancing?" he asked.
I shook my head, and stopped dancing. "Nope. That's what I learned in night clubs."
Edward's eyes tightened at the word 'nightclubs' and he glared at me, sitting up on his elbows. "You went to a night club?" he asked, not impressed.
Whoops. Not my best plan.
"No, nightclubs. More than one," I told him, knowing I was making him more annoyed.
He slowly started to stand up, yanking his pants and underwear back on. He stood to his full height to glare down at me. I smiled up at him, pretending I had done nothing wrong.
"Where do you think I learned the moves from our night out in a club? A dance studio?" I teased.
"I was hoping so," he snapped, his glare making me slightly annoyed.
I shrugged, stepping away from him and patted his butt which was still hanging out of his pants. He pulled them all the way back up, zipped and buttoned before following me as I walked backwards, deeper into the meadow. I was aware that my jeans were open at the front, but they were tight enough to still stay on, so I forgot about it.
"Where are you going love?" Edward called out to me as I continued slowly retreating from him.
I just smiled and then fell backwards. I wasn't surprised when Edward was already there to catch me. I laughed as he positioned his lap under my head with a smart smile.
"You're good," I told him.
"I hope so," he replied with a crooked smirk, winking when my mouth fell open.
"Edward!" I exclaimed falsely, "Was that a sexual innuendo?"
Our New Beginning by Judas Manifesto
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6802586/1/Our_New_Beginning
Set after NM. Bella has moved on, dance giving her the confidence to no longer be a scared little girl. Edward gets a wake-up call in Brazil that has him returning to Forks. Dramatic surprises await, will they keep these two from a second chance? LEMONS!
Teaser:
"Wow," Edward said, watching my hips. "Is that what you learned when you started dancing?" he asked.
I shook my head, and stopped dancing. "Nope. That's what I learned in night clubs."
Edward's eyes tightened at the word 'nightclubs' and he glared at me, sitting up on his elbows. "You went to a night club?" he asked, not impressed.
Whoops. Not my best plan.
"No, nightclubs. More than one," I told him, knowing I was making him more annoyed.
He slowly started to stand up, yanking his pants and underwear back on. He stood to his full height to glare down at me. I smiled up at him, pretending I had done nothing wrong.
"Where do you think I learned the moves from our night out in a club? A dance studio?" I teased.
"I was hoping so," he snapped, his glare making me slightly annoyed.
I shrugged, stepping away from him and patted his butt which was still hanging out of his pants. He pulled them all the way back up, zipped and buttoned before following me as I walked backwards, deeper into the meadow. I was aware that my jeans were open at the front, but they were tight enough to still stay on, so I forgot about it.
"Where are you going love?" Edward called out to me as I continued slowly retreating from him.
I just smiled and then fell backwards. I wasn't surprised when Edward was already there to catch me. I laughed as he positioned his lap under my head with a smart smile.
"You're good," I told him.
"I hope so," he replied with a crooked smirk, winking when my mouth fell open.
"Edward!" I exclaimed falsely, "Was that a sexual innuendo?"
Monday, August 8, 2011
Mentionable Monday 8/8/11
In the mood for a little kinkery? Well, so are Edward and Bella and they are going to recruit Carlisle to teach them how to be kinky...
Between Pleasure and Pain by sadtomato
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6332911/1/
Bella's been keeping her kinky fantasies a secret from her husband, Edward. When he finds out about her dark desires, he turns to Carlisle for guidance. Will Carlisle's mentoring help bring E&B closer or drive them apart? BxExC, AH, BDSM, Rated M! 20 chapters
Teaser:
"See anything you're interested in?" he asks, turning to face us. We're still standing just inside the door. Bella steps toward the cross, tugging me behind her. She approaches it, running her fingers over the smooth, dark wood.
"I know what that's for," she says, pointing to the bench behind her, "but what do you use this for?"
"Restraint, my dear," he answers, moving closer. "May I show you?" he asks her, but his eyes meet mine. I nod my assent, resting my hand protectively on Bella's back but allowing him to maneuver her limbs. She's facing the wall, and he guides her forward until her chest is flush against it. He lifts her hands, placing them on the cuffs at the top of the cross but not buckling her in. Kneeling, he spreads her legs apart at the ankles, aligning them with the cross.
"She looks beautiful, doesn't she?" he asks me. I nod, pulling my jacket closed with hope that it covers my growing erection. "You can whip her like this. She won't be able to move... it's very intense. Or, if you choose, you can turn her so she's facing forward."
He pulls Bella's wrists down to her sides, spinning her around so she's facing us. Her eyes are bright and her breathing is heavy- I know she's aroused, but I'm not sure what's causing it- the position, the room, or Carlisle. He lifts her arms again, holding them against the wood before he leans down to whisper in her ear. She immediately grabs the cuffs and spreads her legs, looking down to make sure she's aligned with the cross.
"When she's facing you, you can have a little more fun with her. You could use a riding crop on her here," he says, motioning to her thighs, "or you could clamp her nipples. You can tease her all night long if you want to, she's not going anywhere." He's addressing me, but Bella's the one squirming.
"I'm afraid of hurting her," I admit, hoping for some guidance. He's so clearly in control here, and he seems eager to share his expertise. I'm afraid we might not have a chance to ask questions like this again.
"Let me show you," he says, gesturing for me to follow him. Bella lowers her arms, stepping forward with one foot as if to follow us. Carlisle stops and glares at her. She freezes, looking to me with wide, fearful eyes. "Edward?" he prompts me, raising an eyebrow.
I walk back to Bella, stroking her hair and placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Stay here, baby," I whisper, lifting her hands again. This time I cuff her to the cross, tightening the straps so she can't move her hands. She whimpers and spreads her legs, but I decide not to cuff her there just yet. Carlisle reaches for her hand, slipping a finger between her wrist and the strap. I mimic his action on her other side, realizing that he's checking to make sure it isn't too tight.
Between Pleasure and Pain by sadtomato
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6332911/1/
Bella's been keeping her kinky fantasies a secret from her husband, Edward. When he finds out about her dark desires, he turns to Carlisle for guidance. Will Carlisle's mentoring help bring E&B closer or drive them apart? BxExC, AH, BDSM, Rated M! 20 chapters
Teaser:
"See anything you're interested in?" he asks, turning to face us. We're still standing just inside the door. Bella steps toward the cross, tugging me behind her. She approaches it, running her fingers over the smooth, dark wood.
"I know what that's for," she says, pointing to the bench behind her, "but what do you use this for?"
"Restraint, my dear," he answers, moving closer. "May I show you?" he asks her, but his eyes meet mine. I nod my assent, resting my hand protectively on Bella's back but allowing him to maneuver her limbs. She's facing the wall, and he guides her forward until her chest is flush against it. He lifts her hands, placing them on the cuffs at the top of the cross but not buckling her in. Kneeling, he spreads her legs apart at the ankles, aligning them with the cross.
"She looks beautiful, doesn't she?" he asks me. I nod, pulling my jacket closed with hope that it covers my growing erection. "You can whip her like this. She won't be able to move... it's very intense. Or, if you choose, you can turn her so she's facing forward."
He pulls Bella's wrists down to her sides, spinning her around so she's facing us. Her eyes are bright and her breathing is heavy- I know she's aroused, but I'm not sure what's causing it- the position, the room, or Carlisle. He lifts her arms again, holding them against the wood before he leans down to whisper in her ear. She immediately grabs the cuffs and spreads her legs, looking down to make sure she's aligned with the cross.
"When she's facing you, you can have a little more fun with her. You could use a riding crop on her here," he says, motioning to her thighs, "or you could clamp her nipples. You can tease her all night long if you want to, she's not going anywhere." He's addressing me, but Bella's the one squirming.
"I'm afraid of hurting her," I admit, hoping for some guidance. He's so clearly in control here, and he seems eager to share his expertise. I'm afraid we might not have a chance to ask questions like this again.
"Let me show you," he says, gesturing for me to follow him. Bella lowers her arms, stepping forward with one foot as if to follow us. Carlisle stops and glares at her. She freezes, looking to me with wide, fearful eyes. "Edward?" he prompts me, raising an eyebrow.
I walk back to Bella, stroking her hair and placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Stay here, baby," I whisper, lifting her hands again. This time I cuff her to the cross, tightening the straps so she can't move her hands. She whimpers and spreads her legs, but I decide not to cuff her there just yet. Carlisle reaches for her hand, slipping a finger between her wrist and the strap. I mimic his action on her other side, realizing that he's checking to make sure it isn't too tight.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Short-n-Sweet Saturday 8/6/11
A little charity contribution by the fabulous mouse555 is today's oneshot rec...ya know the drill...GO. READ. REVIEW!
Reunited by mouse555
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7248891/1/Reunited
Social networking sites are good for getting back in contact with old friends, but what about old flames?
Teaser:
Reunited by mouse555
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7248891/1/Reunited
Social networking sites are good for getting back in contact with old friends, but what about old flames?
Teaser:
I didn't know what to reply. Should I tell him I was in London too? My finger hovered over the screen for a second before i began tapping out my response.
JazzGooner So, where did you see my doppelganger? I decided to play coy. If only I had looked up when he joined me in the carriage.
ShortnSassy On the tube at Oxford Circus.
JazzGooner Maybe you should have said hi to her. :) Why wasn't I confirming that it was me? Oh yeah... his wife. He'd married not long after he'd finished his degree. I'd seen pictures of them on facebook, and had to admit; he'd aged really well, but couldn't understand why he was with her. Apart from me, girls I had seen him with at school were gorgeous. His wife... well, I felt like the stereotypical bitchy ex for saying it, but she was no oil painting.
ShortnSassy If it had been you I would have. But I would have ended up speaking to some random girl and been late for football
JazzGooner Like you'd miss the Arsenal for anyone or anything HA!
ShortnSassy I would... for a few hours with you. This statement shouldn't have shocked me as much as it did. After all, we'd had Twitter sex through DM's on more than one occasion, but that was pure fantasy, wasn't it? I put my phone away and decided to talk to Vicky about it. She was good with advice like that, plus, she knew Jasper at school too which was always a bonus.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Worthy WIP Wednesday 8/3/11
Today's WIP rec that is worth following is a heartbreaker...
Lost In the Shadows by lvtwilight09
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7157298/5/
I used to be a happy person. I used to smile and see the joy in life. Now I force the smiles and fake the laughs. I'm not quite sure how things got like this, and I don't know how to fix it. I just feel so lost... Rated M for DARK THEMES!
Teaser:
Two days after that train wreck of a conversation, I woke up to the sounds of a soft whimpering and scratching sound. Getting out of bed, I found that as usual Jasper has already left for the day but sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed was a golden retriever puppy in a box with a red satin bow around its neck. Attached to the bow was a note, scrawled in Jasper's messy handwriting that said "Hopefully now that there is another girl in the house you won't feel so lonely." I wasn't sure how to feel about what Jasper wrote on the note, but I fell in love with that puppy all the same, and named her Clara.
Jasper…my husband…I love him, really I do. I just wish he would actually pay attention to me once in a while, make me feel like I'm important to him. He hasn't made me feel like that since before Michael, our middle child was born. Jasper worked for his father's company, Whitlock Pharmaceuticals, or WhitPharm as it was more commonly known within the industry. Jasper used to travel for work a lot, talking at doctors conventions and such trying to get more clients for his father. Most of the time I would travel with him, and we always managed to have fun together even though Jazz was working.
Once I had our first son, Elliott, I started staying home when Jasper would have to travel. We had both agreed it wouldn't be the greatest idea to travel with a baby, but every time Jasper came back home to us was wonderful. He would look at me and Elliott like we were the only two things in his world. He would not only tell me he loved me, but would show me every chance he got, taking me out on romantic dinners, or just bringing flowers home for me at the end of the day. They would always be sunflowers, because I was the sun that lit up Jasper's world. At least that's what he used to tell me…
Lost In the Shadows by lvtwilight09
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7157298/5/
I used to be a happy person. I used to smile and see the joy in life. Now I force the smiles and fake the laughs. I'm not quite sure how things got like this, and I don't know how to fix it. I just feel so lost... Rated M for DARK THEMES!
Teaser:
Two days after that train wreck of a conversation, I woke up to the sounds of a soft whimpering and scratching sound. Getting out of bed, I found that as usual Jasper has already left for the day but sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed was a golden retriever puppy in a box with a red satin bow around its neck. Attached to the bow was a note, scrawled in Jasper's messy handwriting that said "Hopefully now that there is another girl in the house you won't feel so lonely." I wasn't sure how to feel about what Jasper wrote on the note, but I fell in love with that puppy all the same, and named her Clara.
Jasper…my husband…I love him, really I do. I just wish he would actually pay attention to me once in a while, make me feel like I'm important to him. He hasn't made me feel like that since before Michael, our middle child was born. Jasper worked for his father's company, Whitlock Pharmaceuticals, or WhitPharm as it was more commonly known within the industry. Jasper used to travel for work a lot, talking at doctors conventions and such trying to get more clients for his father. Most of the time I would travel with him, and we always managed to have fun together even though Jazz was working.
Once I had our first son, Elliott, I started staying home when Jasper would have to travel. We had both agreed it wouldn't be the greatest idea to travel with a baby, but every time Jasper came back home to us was wonderful. He would look at me and Elliott like we were the only two things in his world. He would not only tell me he loved me, but would show me every chance he got, taking me out on romantic dinners, or just bringing flowers home for me at the end of the day. They would always be sunflowers, because I was the sun that lit up Jasper's world. At least that's what he used to tell me…
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
The Tomato Soup Awards
Nominations are NOW OPEN. Tons of categories covering every subject imaginable...have a favorite blowjob, maybe a super hot car sex scene, how about your favorite cherry pop scene? Just remember...all stories being nominated with the exception of Creme Brulee (best classic fic), Tomato Soup (best overall fic) and noms for videos, banners and blogs CANNOT BE OVER 1000 WORDS.
Also, when you submit your nominations, they will be disqualified if they do not include title, author, link and if applicable, chapter the scene happens in. Stories must be complete OR have been updated since June 1st (if not a complete story, must have at least 4 chapters posted).
WE'RE TRYING TO SHOW THE LITTLE GUYS & GALS SOME LOVE!!
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Also, when you submit your nominations, they will be disqualified if they do not include title, author, link and if applicable, chapter the scene happens in. Stories must be complete OR have been updated since June 1st (if not a complete story, must have at least 4 chapters posted).
WE'RE TRYING TO SHOW THE LITTLE GUYS & GALS SOME LOVE!!
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Mentionable Monday 8/1/11 (a day late)
Sorry I didn't get this up yesterday..it was a bit crazy with the opening of nominations for The Tomato Soup Awards (of which I'm one of the validators)! Anyways, this weeks completed fic recommendation is a sad and sweet story of two boys who find each other young and become best friends first...
Lessons Learned by mistyhaze420
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5413378/1/Lessons_Learned
Jasper and Edward become the best of friends through similar tragic events in their lives. Edward, the geeky messed up kid, soon starts getting some lessons from bad boy, Jasper on how to fit in...What will E end up teaching him? E/J Slash AH Mature Rated M, 53 chapters
Teaser:
He slapped my hands away as I started to undo my jeans and he smirked at me with bloodshot hooded eyes and slurred out, "Uh uh…I wanna unwrap my gift."
God, that fucking accent is so thick when he's drunk…it went straight to my cock…well, everything he did pretty much went straight to my cock. Why does he want to wait? I want to fuck now!
I crawled into bed and he followed. I took in the sight of his perfect hard body, all muscular and sexy and just needing to be licked and worshipped like the fucking Adonis he is…
How the hell did I get so damn lucky? Look at him…he makes my mouth fucking water…
His legs wrapped around mine and I reveled in his muscular thighs and rock hard cock pressed against my stomach. His lips came home quickly and I could taste his sweet honey nectar on my tongue…mixed with something a little stronger.
My skin was tingling from the sensation of his body on mine. This is the way it should always be…me and Jasper…naked…in bed…that's it…nothing else…just me and Jasper naked in bed…
God I'm so damn horny! I need his cock in my mouth now! I need to feel his thick rod down my throat…pushing past my tonsils and the soft blonde curls tickling my nose…I need to hear him crying out my name…I need to feel him cumming deep down my throat as I bring him to the edge of fucking oblivion!
I break from the kiss and manage to breath out, "I need to go back down on you…"
But his grip tightens and he pulls me closer whispering, "But I don't wanna let you go…just touch me, baby…I need to kiss you…"
And his needs outweigh my own because I understand Jasper…sometimes, he really just needs to feel loved…needs the connection of intimacy other than something rough and dirty…he really loves me and I'll give him whatever he needs…I can be rough and dirty in my thoughts…
Lessons Learned by mistyhaze420
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5413378/1/Lessons_Learned
Jasper and Edward become the best of friends through similar tragic events in their lives. Edward, the geeky messed up kid, soon starts getting some lessons from bad boy, Jasper on how to fit in...What will E end up teaching him? E/J Slash AH Mature Rated M, 53 chapters
Teaser:
He slapped my hands away as I started to undo my jeans and he smirked at me with bloodshot hooded eyes and slurred out, "Uh uh…I wanna unwrap my gift."
God, that fucking accent is so thick when he's drunk…it went straight to my cock…well, everything he did pretty much went straight to my cock. Why does he want to wait? I want to fuck now!
I crawled into bed and he followed. I took in the sight of his perfect hard body, all muscular and sexy and just needing to be licked and worshipped like the fucking Adonis he is…
How the hell did I get so damn lucky? Look at him…he makes my mouth fucking water…
His legs wrapped around mine and I reveled in his muscular thighs and rock hard cock pressed against my stomach. His lips came home quickly and I could taste his sweet honey nectar on my tongue…mixed with something a little stronger.
My skin was tingling from the sensation of his body on mine. This is the way it should always be…me and Jasper…naked…in bed…that's it…nothing else…just me and Jasper naked in bed…
God I'm so damn horny! I need his cock in my mouth now! I need to feel his thick rod down my throat…pushing past my tonsils and the soft blonde curls tickling my nose…I need to hear him crying out my name…I need to feel him cumming deep down my throat as I bring him to the edge of fucking oblivion!
I break from the kiss and manage to breath out, "I need to go back down on you…"
But his grip tightens and he pulls me closer whispering, "But I don't wanna let you go…just touch me, baby…I need to kiss you…"
And his needs outweigh my own because I understand Jasper…sometimes, he really just needs to feel loved…needs the connection of intimacy other than something rough and dirty…he really loves me and I'll give him whatever he needs…I can be rough and dirty in my thoughts…
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Short-n-Sweet Saturday 7/30/11
Hope this finds everyone enjoying their weekend! For this week's oneshot rec, I just have to bring up the oneshot that was written for my birthday by the lovely Lisa! It's eerily sensual and will leave you gasping for breath!
Thief of Hearts by HeartOfDarkess
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6912265/1/bThief_b_of_bHearts_b
A life changing experience...one that he'll never forget. Jasper, a lonely plumber/musician, gets more than he ever bargained for on a call out to an old home. Written for texasbella's birthday. J/B. Rated M for a mmmm..delicious lemon just for Rach. Rated M
Teaser:
Admiring the seclusion of this place, I absently got out of the truck, shivering against the cold as I rubbed my hands together before I lifted the tarp and retrieved my tool belt, wrapping it around my waist before I pulled out my toolbox and quickly bounded up the path to the porch steps.
I pressed the doorbell with my free hand, and gasped when the beauty before me opened the old timber door, rubbing her hands together as she eyed me up and down.
"Hale Plumbing at your service ma'am," I said with an easy smile, adjusting my tool belt as my dick responded to the sight in front of me. She was dressed warmly, a thick coat and gloves on as well as ski pants, but no amount of clothing could hide this woman's beauty underneath. As I told her who I was, at the same time trying to subtly drink her in, she gave me a relieved smile that lit up her whole face.
"Thank God you're here! I was nearly freezing my ass off!" She opened the door widely to allow me in but as she turned to show me where I needed to be, I stopped in the doorway and my eyes headed south to that ass and all I could think of is how I could warm it up quite nicely.
She turned to look at me as I stood unmoving in the doorway, positively dumbfounded by her beauty. "Hurry up! You're letting more cold air in!" she shouted, her voice breaking through my fantasies. "Can't warm up...so cold," she added in a near whisper.
"Sorry," I muttered as I shook my head to bring me back to my senses, brushed the excess snow off my coat and took a step inside, closing the door behind me. "Been some storm, hasn't it?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the feelings that now shot their way through me, which were making me feel more than warm enough.
"Yes. I hate it...hate the cold...the snow," she complained, her pallid complexion making her look near frostbitten.
Poor girl.
Thief of Hearts by HeartOfDarkess
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6912265/1/bThief_b_of_bHearts_b
A life changing experience...one that he'll never forget. Jasper, a lonely plumber/musician, gets more than he ever bargained for on a call out to an old home. Written for texasbella's birthday. J/B. Rated M for a mmmm..delicious lemon just for Rach. Rated M
Teaser:
Admiring the seclusion of this place, I absently got out of the truck, shivering against the cold as I rubbed my hands together before I lifted the tarp and retrieved my tool belt, wrapping it around my waist before I pulled out my toolbox and quickly bounded up the path to the porch steps.
I pressed the doorbell with my free hand, and gasped when the beauty before me opened the old timber door, rubbing her hands together as she eyed me up and down.
"Hale Plumbing at your service ma'am," I said with an easy smile, adjusting my tool belt as my dick responded to the sight in front of me. She was dressed warmly, a thick coat and gloves on as well as ski pants, but no amount of clothing could hide this woman's beauty underneath. As I told her who I was, at the same time trying to subtly drink her in, she gave me a relieved smile that lit up her whole face.
"Thank God you're here! I was nearly freezing my ass off!" She opened the door widely to allow me in but as she turned to show me where I needed to be, I stopped in the doorway and my eyes headed south to that ass and all I could think of is how I could warm it up quite nicely.
She turned to look at me as I stood unmoving in the doorway, positively dumbfounded by her beauty. "Hurry up! You're letting more cold air in!" she shouted, her voice breaking through my fantasies. "Can't warm up...so cold," she added in a near whisper.
"Sorry," I muttered as I shook my head to bring me back to my senses, brushed the excess snow off my coat and took a step inside, closing the door behind me. "Been some storm, hasn't it?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the feelings that now shot their way through me, which were making me feel more than warm enough.
"Yes. I hate it...hate the cold...the snow," she complained, her pallid complexion making her look near frostbitten.
Poor girl.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Worthy WIP Wednesday 7/27/11
Anyone needing a little vampire bdsm fix? This story is just getting off the ground and has me hooked!
The Island by twilight mum69
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7103865/1/
Riley books a vacation on The Island for himself and fiance Bella , a family owned resort were you can explore your pleasures...and pain. The only catch when you leave , you leave as a changed person...Forever! A Tale of Sand,Sea,Sex and Submission. Rated M
Teaser:
Carlisle stood raising his hand for silence.
"Tonight is your last night of freedom, tomorrow will be the dawn of a new way of life , enjoy the welcome party being held on the beach for tomorrow the lessons begin" and with that they were gone.
Rules and Code of Conduct .
NO touching between lessons
NO Sexual contact with others between lessons
NO leaving the room AFTER Dark
Subs must lower their eyes immediately as they enter a room
NO speaking in lessons unless given permission
Subs and Doms MUST obey their Masters & Mistresses at ALL times.
Doms MUST treat ALL Subs with respect.
No Dom may touch or come into contact with another's Sub unless otherwise given permission.
ALL safe words, Hard & Soft limits to be discussed with your Master/Mistress.
ALL classes must be attended
Only the attire chosen by the Master/Mistress may be worn.
NEVER touch your Master/Mistress without permission.
When allocated ALL collars must me worn at ALL times.
Punishments for breaking any of the above rules will be decided by your Master /Mistress PERSONALY!
Yeah..GO...READ...REVIEW!!
The Island by twilight mum69
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7103865/1/
Riley books a vacation on The Island for himself and fiance Bella , a family owned resort were you can explore your pleasures...and pain. The only catch when you leave , you leave as a changed person...Forever! A Tale of Sand,Sea,Sex and Submission. Rated M
Teaser:
Carlisle stood raising his hand for silence.
"Tonight is your last night of freedom, tomorrow will be the dawn of a new way of life , enjoy the welcome party being held on the beach for tomorrow the lessons begin" and with that they were gone.
Rules and Code of Conduct .
NO touching between lessons
NO Sexual contact with others between lessons
NO leaving the room AFTER Dark
Subs must lower their eyes immediately as they enter a room
NO speaking in lessons unless given permission
Subs and Doms MUST obey their Masters & Mistresses at ALL times.
Doms MUST treat ALL Subs with respect.
No Dom may touch or come into contact with another's Sub unless otherwise given permission.
ALL safe words, Hard & Soft limits to be discussed with your Master/Mistress.
ALL classes must be attended
Only the attire chosen by the Master/Mistress may be worn.
NEVER touch your Master/Mistress without permission.
When allocated ALL collars must me worn at ALL times.
Punishments for breaking any of the above rules will be decided by your Master /Mistress PERSONALY!
Yeah..GO...READ...REVIEW!!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Mentionable Monday 7/25/11
Here's a little naughty fun for my darlin's for this week's completed rec...
Naughty Secrets by A Little Distracted
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5516422/1/Naughty_Secrets
Bella is a school librarian leading a naughty secret life. Edward is a history teacher with a naughty obsession. If he could only see what is right in front of his face... AU/AH - Rated M for Hot LEMONS! Each chapter alternates POV's Rated M, 23 chapters
Teaser:
Music started to play a little louder. Miss Izzy walked back to the door and brought in a folding chair and a briefcase that she placed in the center of the platform. She took a book out the briefcase and opened it to a page that was marked with a red ribbon.
"I love to read." She said as she walked around the room with her book in her hand. "How many of you like to read?" I heard various people agree. "I like to read dirty things… erotic things… I read them when I am at work. I read them when I am on the bus. I read them in a crowded restaurant. No one knows the dirty things that are going on in my mind. No one notices how hard my nipples are…" She ran her hand down the front of her shirt, across her left breast, closed her eyes and moaned. She took a seat in the chair and said, "No one knows just how wet I am." She spread her legs and let her hand slide from her knee up between her legs. When her hand reached it's destination she threw her head back and moaned again.
I sat back on the loveseat, intrigued by what I was seeing. Sure it seemed a little corny but she was hot and I had spent the last three hours with a semi from watching the dancers. I could enjoy it a little longer.
She started reading from the book. I have to admit, the things she was reading were really hot. I was definitely going to have to invest in some erotica. This shit was better than playboy and less obvious than porn. I could see her point. I could read this anywhere and no one would know… What? I am a guy! Of course people would know! I can't very well sit in a restaurant while reading a book like that. I would be sporting major wood! People would think I was some pervert.
Naughty Secrets by A Little Distracted
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5516422/1/Naughty_Secrets
Bella is a school librarian leading a naughty secret life. Edward is a history teacher with a naughty obsession. If he could only see what is right in front of his face... AU/AH - Rated M for Hot LEMONS! Each chapter alternates POV's Rated M, 23 chapters
Teaser:
Music started to play a little louder. Miss Izzy walked back to the door and brought in a folding chair and a briefcase that she placed in the center of the platform. She took a book out the briefcase and opened it to a page that was marked with a red ribbon.
"I love to read." She said as she walked around the room with her book in her hand. "How many of you like to read?" I heard various people agree. "I like to read dirty things… erotic things… I read them when I am at work. I read them when I am on the bus. I read them in a crowded restaurant. No one knows the dirty things that are going on in my mind. No one notices how hard my nipples are…" She ran her hand down the front of her shirt, across her left breast, closed her eyes and moaned. She took a seat in the chair and said, "No one knows just how wet I am." She spread her legs and let her hand slide from her knee up between her legs. When her hand reached it's destination she threw her head back and moaned again.
I sat back on the loveseat, intrigued by what I was seeing. Sure it seemed a little corny but she was hot and I had spent the last three hours with a semi from watching the dancers. I could enjoy it a little longer.
She started reading from the book. I have to admit, the things she was reading were really hot. I was definitely going to have to invest in some erotica. This shit was better than playboy and less obvious than porn. I could see her point. I could read this anywhere and no one would know… What? I am a guy! Of course people would know! I can't very well sit in a restaurant while reading a book like that. I would be sporting major wood! People would think I was some pervert.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Worth WIP Wednesday 7/20/11
So, are you in the mood for hardass Edward that will steal your heart when you discover just how broken he is? If you haven't started this one yet all I can say is GO NOW. READ. REVIEW. You won't be disappointed (though you may need to change your panties a few times!)
Breach by Catastrophia
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6771746/1/Breach
Weber & Weber has a strict non fraternization policy and what they don't know won't hurt them. But what happens when two broken people can't deny the pull? Will it heal them, or be their destruction? Rated M for some hard Lemons and language. AU/A Rated M
Teaser:
Hands. They were punishing, as he grabbed my waist, pulling me to him hard as he thrust in equally as hard. The rhythm was also punishing; hard and fast. I would have bruises in the morning from where his hands and teeth found purchase, but I didn't mind. I never minded. They were proof, a reminder of his need, his pleasure. A pleasure only I could give him.
Most women didn't like his abrasive ways. I embraced them, craved them.
He had a pianist's hands; long slender fingers that he loved to play me with. There was no one who played me better than him. He liked to torture me with them as well as his words, pictures he sent, and, most importantly, his body.
His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner.
The pace was always hard, punishing, and greedy. He needed it that way, and I needed him like that. I needed him to dominate, control, and use me just as I used him.
There was no spanking, no toys; this was not S&M. This was fucking and he was the best fucker. No other could get me going as quickly as he. A simple touch, a grab, and he knew it. He used it.
Every day he took from my body, my heart, my soul. Every day he gave himself to me the only way he truly knew how; with bruising hands, passionate kisses, and hard thrusts.
His lips sucked at my neck; another mark. Of course I had to hide them at work, his marks. We had to hide everything. The cave man side of him wanted them displayed for all to see, especially the ones his teeth made on my shoulders and neck. Marks for all to know that I was his and I was. Marks to keep suitors at bay.
I marked him as well. Some of mine were visible, unable to be reached by the collar of his dress shirt. It didn't really help to keep his admirers at bay, but it did let them know he was finding pleasure in someone and it wasn't them. It was me.
But we couldn't say. Silenced by the rules. Rules that we broke every day. Hollywood had nothing on us. Awards could be given for the lies we told and the feelings we hid under a mask of hate and indifference.
Breach by Catastrophia
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6771746/1/Breach
Weber & Weber has a strict non fraternization policy and what they don't know won't hurt them. But what happens when two broken people can't deny the pull? Will it heal them, or be their destruction? Rated M for some hard Lemons and language. AU/A Rated M
Teaser:
Hands. They were punishing, as he grabbed my waist, pulling me to him hard as he thrust in equally as hard. The rhythm was also punishing; hard and fast. I would have bruises in the morning from where his hands and teeth found purchase, but I didn't mind. I never minded. They were proof, a reminder of his need, his pleasure. A pleasure only I could give him.
Most women didn't like his abrasive ways. I embraced them, craved them.
He had a pianist's hands; long slender fingers that he loved to play me with. There was no one who played me better than him. He liked to torture me with them as well as his words, pictures he sent, and, most importantly, his body.
His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner.
The pace was always hard, punishing, and greedy. He needed it that way, and I needed him like that. I needed him to dominate, control, and use me just as I used him.
There was no spanking, no toys; this was not S&M. This was fucking and he was the best fucker. No other could get me going as quickly as he. A simple touch, a grab, and he knew it. He used it.
Every day he took from my body, my heart, my soul. Every day he gave himself to me the only way he truly knew how; with bruising hands, passionate kisses, and hard thrusts.
His lips sucked at my neck; another mark. Of course I had to hide them at work, his marks. We had to hide everything. The cave man side of him wanted them displayed for all to see, especially the ones his teeth made on my shoulders and neck. Marks for all to know that I was his and I was. Marks to keep suitors at bay.
I marked him as well. Some of mine were visible, unable to be reached by the collar of his dress shirt. It didn't really help to keep his admirers at bay, but it did let them know he was finding pleasure in someone and it wasn't them. It was me.
But we couldn't say. Silenced by the rules. Rules that we broke every day. Hollywood had nothing on us. Awards could be given for the lies we told and the feelings we hid under a mask of hate and indifference.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Mentionable Monday 7/18/11
How is everybody this morning? Started posting When In Romania yesterday! But I'm here today for our weekly completed fic rec! This smutastic diddy came about out of the need to vent some anger out of her personal life. As much as I hate my friend having to have a bad day, if THIS is what comes of it, might have to poke at her some more! GO. READ. REVIEW!!!!
Anger Management by theonlykyla
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7112580/1/Anger_Management
I'm pissed off...My anger is at all time high. The best way to relieve that frustration and stress is using my willing new assistant for some release. She prances around in those see through blouses and tight skirts. *Strong Sexual content & Domination* Rated M, 20 chapters
Teaser (and this is the opening of the story):
"Ms. Swan, get your note pad and get in here," I screeched at her through the intercom. Fuck, she was walking around in that tight ass fucking pencil skirt with no panty lines. She better be bare under that skirt because my dick is rock hard.
"Are you okay, Edward," she says as she walks into my office locking the door behind her. This was normal, as she knew that I hated to be interrupted when I called her in for assistance.
"No, I'm not okay. We're doing things different today. Get over here and stand in front of my chair with your back to me."
My eyes followed her ever move as she did as I instructed. I'd been fucking around with her for weeks, leading her on, leaving her panting...never letting her get close enough to know how badly I just wanted to fuck her brains out.
She knew about Jasper. She knew I had a boyfriend. But I could see how much she wanted me and fuck, I wanted her too.
"Lift your skirt, Isabella." I said, stoically.
"Wha...what?" She mumbled out but started lifting her skirt.
She stopped about mid-thigh. That wasn't what I wanted. I had to see that luscious ass, bare and in my face. "Nuh-uh, Isabella, all the fucking way up." I demanded.
"But, Edward...um" she whispered over her shoulder, "I'm nude underneath."
"Lift it now, Isabella." Fuck, this is what I had been counting on. She slowly pulled her skirt up over her little hips with that glorious pale, tight ass on display.
I gasped as I slid my hands around her cheeks and down the inside of her thighs. She was so wet, she was dripping down her thighs. Perfect, she's ready for me.
"Isabella," I said in her ear as I had risen to stand behind her, "I've been waiting for the opportunity to fuck you senseless and it appears you are ready for that to happen."
She let out a sharp breath and I could see the tell-tale blush taking over her cheeks and neck.
"You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you, Isabella?"
"Yes." She softly replied.
Anger Management by theonlykyla
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7112580/1/Anger_Management
I'm pissed off...My anger is at all time high. The best way to relieve that frustration and stress is using my willing new assistant for some release. She prances around in those see through blouses and tight skirts. *Strong Sexual content & Domination* Rated M, 20 chapters
Teaser (and this is the opening of the story):
"Ms. Swan, get your note pad and get in here," I screeched at her through the intercom. Fuck, she was walking around in that tight ass fucking pencil skirt with no panty lines. She better be bare under that skirt because my dick is rock hard.
"Are you okay, Edward," she says as she walks into my office locking the door behind her. This was normal, as she knew that I hated to be interrupted when I called her in for assistance.
"No, I'm not okay. We're doing things different today. Get over here and stand in front of my chair with your back to me."
My eyes followed her ever move as she did as I instructed. I'd been fucking around with her for weeks, leading her on, leaving her panting...never letting her get close enough to know how badly I just wanted to fuck her brains out.
She knew about Jasper. She knew I had a boyfriend. But I could see how much she wanted me and fuck, I wanted her too.
"Lift your skirt, Isabella." I said, stoically.
"Wha...what?" She mumbled out but started lifting her skirt.
She stopped about mid-thigh. That wasn't what I wanted. I had to see that luscious ass, bare and in my face. "Nuh-uh, Isabella, all the fucking way up." I demanded.
"But, Edward...um" she whispered over her shoulder, "I'm nude underneath."
"Lift it now, Isabella." Fuck, this is what I had been counting on. She slowly pulled her skirt up over her little hips with that glorious pale, tight ass on display.
I gasped as I slid my hands around her cheeks and down the inside of her thighs. She was so wet, she was dripping down her thighs. Perfect, she's ready for me.
"Isabella," I said in her ear as I had risen to stand behind her, "I've been waiting for the opportunity to fuck you senseless and it appears you are ready for that to happen."
She let out a sharp breath and I could see the tell-tale blush taking over her cheeks and neck.
"You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you, Isabella?"
"Yes." She softly replied.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Short-n-Sweet Saturday 7-16-11
How about a little kink to get your Saturday started off right? Isabella's been naughty...
Go give it a look and leave her some love!!
Secrets & Consequences by one of eddie's girls
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6899046/1/Secrets_Consequences#
After getting caught disobeying her Master, Bella must suffer the consequences of her actions. Rated M for adult content and BDSM material. My entry for the Edwardgetsfic'd contest. Rated M
Teaser:
He slid the frame underneath her, quickly restraining her wrists and ankles. Lubricant was unnecessary due to how wet she was, so pushing the dildo about half way into her was easily accomplished. Starting with the slowest setting, he let the machine work Isabella for a while. After a few minutes of letting the machine push her to the brink of insanity, Edward aimed the riding crop to smack her in the center of her sweet round ass. He saw her struggle to remain quiet, in the way her hands jerked against the restraints keeping her attached to the machine. He continued to play with her for another ten minutes before he stopped the machine all together. Going around her waist, he pinched her clit between this index and middle fingers, feeling satisfied when she lost her composure and whimpered. "Now, Isabella would you like to cum?" he chuckled when he heard her whimpered moan once again. "Who does this pussy belong to?" he growled at her.
Go give it a look and leave her some love!!
Secrets & Consequences by one of eddie's girls
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6899046/1/Secrets_Consequences#
After getting caught disobeying her Master, Bella must suffer the consequences of her actions. Rated M for adult content and BDSM material. My entry for the Edwardgetsfic'd contest. Rated M
Teaser:
He slid the frame underneath her, quickly restraining her wrists and ankles. Lubricant was unnecessary due to how wet she was, so pushing the dildo about half way into her was easily accomplished. Starting with the slowest setting, he let the machine work Isabella for a while. After a few minutes of letting the machine push her to the brink of insanity, Edward aimed the riding crop to smack her in the center of her sweet round ass. He saw her struggle to remain quiet, in the way her hands jerked against the restraints keeping her attached to the machine. He continued to play with her for another ten minutes before he stopped the machine all together. Going around her waist, he pinched her clit between this index and middle fingers, feeling satisfied when she lost her composure and whimpered. "Now, Isabella would you like to cum?" he chuckled when he heard her whimpered moan once again. "Who does this pussy belong to?" he growled at her.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Uninhibited Wallflower
So, the oneshot debuted today on Dirty Cheeky Monkeys and on my profile. Can I just say that I am totally blown away by the response? Between the two sites, I've gotten almost 70 reviews in one day. Amazing. THANK YOU!!!
Worthy WIP Wednesday 7/13/11
So for today's WIP rec, I'm suggesting a new story. I'm one of the beta's on this one, so I know she's got a stockpile of chapters and her plan is to post every Monday. The chapters are short and quick, but packed with stubborness, laughs, sexy times...and oh yeah, there's a mafia plot in there! Check it out and show my darlin' some love!
Until I Saw You by reyes139
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7147009/1/bUntil_b_bI_b_bsaw_b_byou_b
Ever have one of those days where everything you knew and believed in is changed and your world is flipped.When the one you've waited for but never expected appears and brings you to your knees...rated M strong language and lemons. Rated M
Teaser:
I tense my body to stand when out of the corner of my eyes I see a goddess appear. She's wearing small cut off shorts with a blue tank top and black chucks. She is sitting with her friends at a table at the other end of the patio. Her legs seem to go on for days, so sexy and when she bent down to pick up a piece of paper she dropped, I was stupefied.
God what a sweet ass!...Ughh! I just wanted to drop to my knees and worship those luscious cheeks .I wanted to bite, lick and smack that ass before I plowed into her from behind. I would love to watch those cheeks jiggle with the force of each thrust... shit where did that come from?
I swear I heard angels sing, and the sky parted and a beam of light hit her when she got up and flipped her luscious hair, swinging it over her left shoulder exposing a tattoo of a lotus flower and Chinese symbols I couldn't make out but vowed that I would. I had yet to see her face and when she finally turned and sat down, she looked up and we locked eyes. The world stopped, she was so beautiful. She had a heart shaped face and almond colored eyes that spoke to my soul...
Really spoke to my soul where's your man card...My inner beast sneered.
Then I looked at her lips and even he whimpered a bit. God those lips …so juicy, plump and oh so bitable. I can see them wrapped around my cock sucking the life out of me while she looks up with those hypnotizing eyes. My cock began fighting with my zipper ...Let me out Let me out ... now he was screaming at me ..He wants to stake a claim on the love of his life. I could only sigh at my inner beast and the fact that he was already claiming her in front of everyone and yelling "MINE!" I had to adjust myself to relieve some of the tension before I listened to the beast.
Shit I'm not opposed to that at all, my cock screamed at me.
What is she doing to me? I haven't even heard her speak or touched her and I already want to claim her as my own. It's like my heart and cock know she should be mine.
I've never reacted to a woman this way before. In fact women usually fall at my feet and beg for my attention, but shit, I just can't stop staring, THIS GODDESS has me and she doesn't even know it.
Until I Saw You by reyes139
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7147009/1/bUntil_b_bI_b_bsaw_b_byou_b
Ever have one of those days where everything you knew and believed in is changed and your world is flipped.When the one you've waited for but never expected appears and brings you to your knees...rated M strong language and lemons. Rated M
Teaser:
I tense my body to stand when out of the corner of my eyes I see a goddess appear. She's wearing small cut off shorts with a blue tank top and black chucks. She is sitting with her friends at a table at the other end of the patio. Her legs seem to go on for days, so sexy and when she bent down to pick up a piece of paper she dropped, I was stupefied.
God what a sweet ass!...Ughh! I just wanted to drop to my knees and worship those luscious cheeks .I wanted to bite, lick and smack that ass before I plowed into her from behind. I would love to watch those cheeks jiggle with the force of each thrust... shit where did that come from?
I swear I heard angels sing, and the sky parted and a beam of light hit her when she got up and flipped her luscious hair, swinging it over her left shoulder exposing a tattoo of a lotus flower and Chinese symbols I couldn't make out but vowed that I would. I had yet to see her face and when she finally turned and sat down, she looked up and we locked eyes. The world stopped, she was so beautiful. She had a heart shaped face and almond colored eyes that spoke to my soul...
Really spoke to my soul where's your man card...My inner beast sneered.
Then I looked at her lips and even he whimpered a bit. God those lips …so juicy, plump and oh so bitable. I can see them wrapped around my cock sucking the life out of me while she looks up with those hypnotizing eyes. My cock began fighting with my zipper ...Let me out Let me out ... now he was screaming at me ..He wants to stake a claim on the love of his life. I could only sigh at my inner beast and the fact that he was already claiming her in front of everyone and yelling "MINE!" I had to adjust myself to relieve some of the tension before I listened to the beast.
Shit I'm not opposed to that at all, my cock screamed at me.
What is she doing to me? I haven't even heard her speak or touched her and I already want to claim her as my own. It's like my heart and cock know she should be mine.
I've never reacted to a woman this way before. In fact women usually fall at my feet and beg for my attention, but shit, I just can't stop staring, THIS GODDESS has me and she doesn't even know it.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Shimmer Awards voting link NOW WORKING!
Please take a moment to go vote. TSID is up for the Heatwave Award, as well as my banner maker, Stephanie--the banners she did for TSID and AT are nominated...and my favorite reviewer, reyes139 is nominated as well!!
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Monday, July 11, 2011
Mentionable Monday 7/11/11
Okay my lovelies, this week's completed fic recommendation is a little different. It's from the Harry Potter fanfic world in honor of the final movie opening this Friday! This one is 87 chapters of just...WOW. This was my second bdsm fic after MOTU and it is fantastic...you'll never see Snape and Hermione in the same light again.
For the Potion Master's Amusement by snape.submiss
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4814128/1/For_the_bPotions_b_bMaster_bs_bAmusement_b
Now Complete! Severus Snape is not a kind man, but Hermione Granger is past caring. She wants his approval and will do anything to get it. How far will she go? Even she has no concept of the depths to which she will fall in her quest. Rated M
Teaser:
She sat down, and he sat across from her. Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wishing suddenly that her meeting with Professor Snape were over—had never begun—that she had never begun her more intimate association with him. It seemed she had never experienced one moment of peace since it had begun, except for those moments when he had held her, after making her come in a screaming loss of all dignity. She averted her face from his and fidgeted with the hem of her jumper.
'I would like to speak with you regarding the nature of our most recent private interactions,' Professor Snape said, and Hermione jerked her head up to look at him, her heartbeat accelerating.
'All right,' she said.
'I would like to make one thing clear from the very beginning: Your desires are natural ones, Hermione, and are perfectly normal for you,' he began. 'You are not the only person in the world to harbour such desires, and there is nothing either sick or wrong about them. They may be different from the intimate desires of other people you know, but that does not make them immoral or unnatural.'
Hermione felt her face flush as his frank acknowledgement of her desires; certainly, no one knew more about those desires than he did, but it was both thrilling and embarrassing to have him speak of those dark desires so matter-of-factly.
'Allow me to draw a parallel between your desires and your intelligence,' he continued. 'Is your intelligence in the normal range, Hermione?'
'No,' she answered promptly.
'Of course it isn't,' he agreed. 'Your intelligence is remarkable, well above that of your peers. Would you consider restricting yourself intellectually or academically to hold yourself down to the level of expectations or standards of other people?'
'No!' she blurted indignantly, and a slight smile touched his face. She gave him an answering smile, feeling a bit sheepish. He certainly knew how to push her buttons.
'Then do not let the notions with which you were raised restrict your expectations of what you ought to seek out in t he way of sexual or emotional satisfaction. It is just possible that what you want and need in that arena is completely beyond the ken of the people you have known thus far in your life.'
For the Potion Master's Amusement by snape.submiss
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4814128/1/For_the_bPotions_b_bMaster_bs_bAmusement_b
Now Complete! Severus Snape is not a kind man, but Hermione Granger is past caring. She wants his approval and will do anything to get it. How far will she go? Even she has no concept of the depths to which she will fall in her quest. Rated M
Teaser:
She sat down, and he sat across from her. Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wishing suddenly that her meeting with Professor Snape were over—had never begun—that she had never begun her more intimate association with him. It seemed she had never experienced one moment of peace since it had begun, except for those moments when he had held her, after making her come in a screaming loss of all dignity. She averted her face from his and fidgeted with the hem of her jumper.
'I would like to speak with you regarding the nature of our most recent private interactions,' Professor Snape said, and Hermione jerked her head up to look at him, her heartbeat accelerating.
'All right,' she said.
'I would like to make one thing clear from the very beginning: Your desires are natural ones, Hermione, and are perfectly normal for you,' he began. 'You are not the only person in the world to harbour such desires, and there is nothing either sick or wrong about them. They may be different from the intimate desires of other people you know, but that does not make them immoral or unnatural.'
Hermione felt her face flush as his frank acknowledgement of her desires; certainly, no one knew more about those desires than he did, but it was both thrilling and embarrassing to have him speak of those dark desires so matter-of-factly.
'Allow me to draw a parallel between your desires and your intelligence,' he continued. 'Is your intelligence in the normal range, Hermione?'
'No,' she answered promptly.
'Of course it isn't,' he agreed. 'Your intelligence is remarkable, well above that of your peers. Would you consider restricting yourself intellectually or academically to hold yourself down to the level of expectations or standards of other people?'
'No!' she blurted indignantly, and a slight smile touched his face. She gave him an answering smile, feeling a bit sheepish. He certainly knew how to push her buttons.
'Then do not let the notions with which you were raised restrict your expectations of what you ought to seek out in t he way of sexual or emotional satisfaction. It is just possible that what you want and need in that arena is completely beyond the ken of the people you have known thus far in your life.'
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Short-n-Sweet Saturday 7-9-11
This week's oneshot recommendation is....
Dealing With The Pressure by Layne Faire
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7092362/1/Dealing_With_the_Pressure
Teaser:
Walking across the room, I dragged my faded black Nine Inch Nails t-shirt over my head, before tugging at the waist of my jeans, the well-worn buttonholes easily giving way. Reaching the bathroom, I shoved the faded denim down and stepped out of them, my rigid cock springing free to bob up against my tensed abdomen. Moisture had already begun to accumulate on the reddened tip. Palming the head to gather it on my hand, I pushed the door almost closed, before stepping over to the window that looked out over the backyard…and the pool. The track changed on my iPod, "In Your Room" by Depeche Mode filling the air. While my hand languidly stroked down the pulsing shaft, my eyes sought out the object of my obsession. Focusing on only him, I watched him walk the edge of the pool, his wide shoulders tapering down to narrow hips. His shorts had slid down from the weight of the water, the dimples at the top of his ass begging for my tongue to dip into the divots.
Dealing With The Pressure by Layne Faire
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7092362/1/Dealing_With_the_Pressure
Teaser:
Walking across the room, I dragged my faded black Nine Inch Nails t-shirt over my head, before tugging at the waist of my jeans, the well-worn buttonholes easily giving way. Reaching the bathroom, I shoved the faded denim down and stepped out of them, my rigid cock springing free to bob up against my tensed abdomen. Moisture had already begun to accumulate on the reddened tip. Palming the head to gather it on my hand, I pushed the door almost closed, before stepping over to the window that looked out over the backyard…and the pool. The track changed on my iPod, "In Your Room" by Depeche Mode filling the air. While my hand languidly stroked down the pulsing shaft, my eyes sought out the object of my obsession. Focusing on only him, I watched him walk the edge of the pool, his wide shoulders tapering down to narrow hips. His shorts had slid down from the weight of the water, the dimples at the top of his ass begging for my tongue to dip into the divots.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Worthy WIP Wednesday 7/6/11
Sorry for being a day late on this...was thrown off by the holiday...LOL!
Bad Boy Cullen by HeartOfDarkess
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6074603/1/Bad_Boy_Cullen
Bella was a bitch and also a successful journalist. She craved to meet a bad boy. Enter Edward Cullen, a mysterious, charismatic loner...a bad boy with a traumatic past. Nom'd and made 2nd round for Inspired Fan Fic Awards for Best Edward.
Teaser for BBC:
Who the hell was this guy anyway? My rescuer? My torturer? My...downfall? I couldn't explain the feelings that were invading me. No words that came to mind could aptly describe them. He was without doubt the most gorgeous guy I'd ever laid eyes on, even with that ridiculous spray on tan. Who the hell was he trying to fool with that anyway? He was dressed like a Hollywood movie star in that leather jacket, and I'd managed on more than one occasion to check out how his ass filled his jeans. And those eyes...well they were just the most startling green eyes I'd ever seen. Still, the feelings that were going through me now...well they were just too hot to handle.
"You don't need to hold my hand you know," I said as he shut the door and slid in closer. I felt my brow crinkle as I tried to make this guy out. What the fuck was his deal anyway, and why did I feel such a strong sense of déjà vu? I must have been drunker than I thought...
"Would you please stop looking at me like you think I'm a lunatic?" he asked, shifting in his seat, my gawking evidently making him feel uncomfortable. "I was only trying to help..."
"I didn't need your help. I had the situation under control until you decided to go all caveman and step in," I retorted.
"Sure you did," he said sarcastically. "And I don't apologise for going 'caveman'," he added, using his fingers to make air quotations. "That asshole deserved far more than a broken nose. How the hell could you associate with someone like that?"
"Guess I've got a way of attracting the biggest bastard in the room wherever I go...case in point," I said smarmily as I gestured my hand towards him.
"Oh you think I'm a bastard?" he questioned, pointing to his chest with his thumb. "Compared to that guy, I'm a fucking saint!" Even in the darkness of the cab I could see that his face was reddening. Whether it was with anger or embarrassment, I couldn't tell, but I'd wager it was a little bit of both.
"If you're a saint, then I'm a goddamned angel!" I snapped. He laughed darkly, shaking his head, but then his expression was one of curiosity.
"So, I gather this asshat was an ex-boyfriend then?" he queried, his laughter abating as he suddenly stared at me with a look of such disapproval that I wanted to slap his face.
"What's it to you?" I huffed, frowning further.
Bad Boy Cullen by HeartOfDarkess
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6074603/1/Bad_Boy_Cullen
Bella was a bitch and also a successful journalist. She craved to meet a bad boy. Enter Edward Cullen, a mysterious, charismatic loner...a bad boy with a traumatic past. Nom'd and made 2nd round for Inspired Fan Fic Awards for Best Edward.
Teaser for BBC:
Who the hell was this guy anyway? My rescuer? My torturer? My...downfall? I couldn't explain the feelings that were invading me. No words that came to mind could aptly describe them. He was without doubt the most gorgeous guy I'd ever laid eyes on, even with that ridiculous spray on tan. Who the hell was he trying to fool with that anyway? He was dressed like a Hollywood movie star in that leather jacket, and I'd managed on more than one occasion to check out how his ass filled his jeans. And those eyes...well they were just the most startling green eyes I'd ever seen. Still, the feelings that were going through me now...well they were just too hot to handle.
"You don't need to hold my hand you know," I said as he shut the door and slid in closer. I felt my brow crinkle as I tried to make this guy out. What the fuck was his deal anyway, and why did I feel such a strong sense of déjà vu? I must have been drunker than I thought...
"Would you please stop looking at me like you think I'm a lunatic?" he asked, shifting in his seat, my gawking evidently making him feel uncomfortable. "I was only trying to help..."
"I didn't need your help. I had the situation under control until you decided to go all caveman and step in," I retorted.
"Sure you did," he said sarcastically. "And I don't apologise for going 'caveman'," he added, using his fingers to make air quotations. "That asshole deserved far more than a broken nose. How the hell could you associate with someone like that?"
"Guess I've got a way of attracting the biggest bastard in the room wherever I go...case in point," I said smarmily as I gestured my hand towards him.
"Oh you think I'm a bastard?" he questioned, pointing to his chest with his thumb. "Compared to that guy, I'm a fucking saint!" Even in the darkness of the cab I could see that his face was reddening. Whether it was with anger or embarrassment, I couldn't tell, but I'd wager it was a little bit of both.
"If you're a saint, then I'm a goddamned angel!" I snapped. He laughed darkly, shaking his head, but then his expression was one of curiosity.
"So, I gather this asshat was an ex-boyfriend then?" he queried, his laughter abating as he suddenly stared at me with a look of such disapproval that I wanted to slap his face.
"What's it to you?" I huffed, frowning further.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Mentionable Monday 7/4/11
Happy 4th of July!! For this week's MM, I think we need something explosive...in the slashy HOT kind of way!
The Story of E by PandoraGalacia
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6897631/1/
A continuation of Photoplay-Alternate Ending-Slash Only. Jasper and Edward's relationship continues and Edward finds himself reacting to Jasper's dominant personality in ways he never imagined. Mature audiences only 18 and older . Rated M, 19 chapters
Here's the precurser to the main story:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6882063/1/Photoplay_Alternate_Ending_Slash_Only Rated M, 5 chapters
Teaser from TSoE:
I closed the door behind her and turned to Jasper.
"Oh, fuck," I whispered.
He was standing beside the couch and peeling his shirt off over his head. I could see the edge of his snake tattoo and his pierced nipples, which were hard little peaks already. He threw his shirt on the floor and came toward me.
"Edward. Don't look so scared," he whispered.
"I'm not fucking scared," I murmured, backing up against the door. "I just don't know what you're gonna do."
Jasper chuckled.
"Do you want more coffee?" I asked, attempting to distract him.
He was standing right in front of me and I could feel his body's energy.
"No, Edward. I don't want any more coffee," he said slowly, grabbing the hem of my shirt. "Arms up, please."
Why was I so nervous? "Here, I'll get it." I went to take the shirt in my own hands but he stopped me.
"Uh uh. I said, arms up, Edward." He spoke as I were a misbehaving child, and, suddenly, I felt like one. "Listen, Edward. Looking at all those pictures made my dick so hard it's gonna rip through these jeans in a second. Now, you can tell me to fuck off, or you can do what I tell you to do."
I stared at him. My cock was pointing at him like a divining rod. He still had that confident smirk on his face and part of me did want to tell him to fuck off. But the most painful part of me was begging me to just do as I was told.
I raised my arms up and Jasper pulled the t-shirt up over my head. Suddenly, he spun me around, using the t-shirt to restrain my arms, and pressed his body against mine, shoving me against the door. I didn't have time to say anything before his hands started unbuttoning the rest of my flies and he was pushing my jeans down.
Jesus H. Christ.
His boldness knew no bounds. And, apparently, my body didn't care because it wasn't protesting in the least at this rough treatment.
"Oh, fuck yeah …" His voice was in my ear and his hand was gripping my cock through my boxer briefs. "You liked the pictures too, didn't you, Edward?"
I didn't respond right away. My brain was spinning and my body was responding favorably to his aggressive maneuvers.
"Answer me."
"Yes."
He chuckled. "You like this, don't you, Edward?" he murmured, his breath at my ear sending shivers through my traitorous form. He pushed my briefs down and wrapped his hand around my cock.
I groaned. "Yes … Jasper … fuck!"
Happy 4th and Happy Reading!
The Story of E by PandoraGalacia
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6897631/1/
A continuation of Photoplay-Alternate Ending-Slash Only. Jasper and Edward's relationship continues and Edward finds himself reacting to Jasper's dominant personality in ways he never imagined. Mature audiences only 18 and older . Rated M, 19 chapters
Here's the precurser to the main story:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6882063/1/Photoplay_Alternate_Ending_Slash_Only Rated M, 5 chapters
Teaser from TSoE:
I closed the door behind her and turned to Jasper.
"Oh, fuck," I whispered.
He was standing beside the couch and peeling his shirt off over his head. I could see the edge of his snake tattoo and his pierced nipples, which were hard little peaks already. He threw his shirt on the floor and came toward me.
"Edward. Don't look so scared," he whispered.
"I'm not fucking scared," I murmured, backing up against the door. "I just don't know what you're gonna do."
Jasper chuckled.
"Do you want more coffee?" I asked, attempting to distract him.
He was standing right in front of me and I could feel his body's energy.
"No, Edward. I don't want any more coffee," he said slowly, grabbing the hem of my shirt. "Arms up, please."
Why was I so nervous? "Here, I'll get it." I went to take the shirt in my own hands but he stopped me.
"Uh uh. I said, arms up, Edward." He spoke as I were a misbehaving child, and, suddenly, I felt like one. "Listen, Edward. Looking at all those pictures made my dick so hard it's gonna rip through these jeans in a second. Now, you can tell me to fuck off, or you can do what I tell you to do."
I stared at him. My cock was pointing at him like a divining rod. He still had that confident smirk on his face and part of me did want to tell him to fuck off. But the most painful part of me was begging me to just do as I was told.
I raised my arms up and Jasper pulled the t-shirt up over my head. Suddenly, he spun me around, using the t-shirt to restrain my arms, and pressed his body against mine, shoving me against the door. I didn't have time to say anything before his hands started unbuttoning the rest of my flies and he was pushing my jeans down.
Jesus H. Christ.
His boldness knew no bounds. And, apparently, my body didn't care because it wasn't protesting in the least at this rough treatment.
"Oh, fuck yeah …" His voice was in my ear and his hand was gripping my cock through my boxer briefs. "You liked the pictures too, didn't you, Edward?"
I didn't respond right away. My brain was spinning and my body was responding favorably to his aggressive maneuvers.
"Answer me."
"Yes."
He chuckled. "You like this, don't you, Edward?" he murmured, his breath at my ear sending shivers through my traitorous form. He pushed my briefs down and wrapped his hand around my cock.
I groaned. "Yes … Jasper … fuck!"
Happy 4th and Happy Reading!
Congratulations and Thank you!
Irene Pitchford made a generous donation that made her the winning bidder of the Junkin' for Joplin Auction that happened over the weekend. She chose to have me do an original oneshot for her and has given permission for me to post it as soon as it's done. Isn't that sweet of her...she could have chosen to keep it all to herself and ya'll never would had a peek at my version of vampire Edward! Anyhoo....I've got a plan, I've done some research and "When In Romania..." is underway!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
User Error
Okay, apparantly I didn't realize what day it was yesterday when I created the S-n-S post....so, it'll be Short-n-Sweet SATURDAYs instead of Sundays! LOL
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Short-n-Sweet Sunday 7/2/11
So, I decided that in addition to Mentionable Monday (completed fic rec's) and Worthy WIP Wednesday (obviously WIP fic rec's), I also want to do a Short-n-Sweet Sunday to show the oneshots out there some love!
Todays S-n-S is:
Silent Admissions by bnjwl
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7139761/1/Silent_Admissions
Edward meets Bella on the streets and tries to use his cocky attitude to pick her up. She silently shuts him down and gets away with her deception till they meet up weeks later. Will he be angry at her? Can they handle the secret she will admit to? Rated M, wordcount 7618
Teaser:
I turned the corner and slammed into a large brick wall. "Woah, babe, sorry about that. Did I hurt anything?" His hands slid up and down my arms, lingering along the section that would put him the closest proximity to my breasts…my breasts on display in the too small shirt that Alice loaned me. "Because I certainly don't want to harm a hair on your pretty little head. What's your name, sweetheart?"
I stood there stunned. He had the audacity to talk to me that way while his buddies stood back and laughed at me. His beautiful face and sexy, just rolled out of bed, hair was enough to make me want to throw myself down and let him have his way with me. But I could see in his eyes that he got that same reaction from lots and lots of women. He got it enough that he was too self assured, too cocky. He expected me to drop onto my knees and suck his cock right there on the street corner and that just was not going to happen. No matter how good looking he was. In fact, all I wanted to do right now was put him in his place, once and for all. I knew that if I kicked him in the balls then he would only feel that for a short time and he would just place blame on me. I wanted something that would humiliate him for the rest of his life, so I pulled out the small amount of sign language that I remembered and began to sign to him. His mouth dropped open and he stepped back. I no longer felt his hands on my arms or ghosting across the swell of my breasts either so it must have worked.
He began to stammer and stumble over his words. "I'm…I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, are you hurt?" I began to sign again, he had no idea that I was saying that I liked spaghetti for dinner. I signed something else…'my mother has a beautiful face.' He just kept stammering and trying to speak. Finally I motioned to my ears and made gestures that let him know that I couldn't hear. He reached into his expensive suit and grabbed a pen and note pad. He wrote 'I'm sorry' and handed the note to me. I wrote 'Okay' and handed it back to him.
As I walked off with Rose in tow, thankfully she stayed silent the whole time, I heard his buddies laughing their asses off at him. They mocked him for trying to use his charm on a woman who couldn't even hear his best asset. I snickered but held it deep inside; too close to him and he could still possibly hear me, discovering my deception.
Todays S-n-S is:
Silent Admissions by bnjwl
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7139761/1/Silent_Admissions
Edward meets Bella on the streets and tries to use his cocky attitude to pick her up. She silently shuts him down and gets away with her deception till they meet up weeks later. Will he be angry at her? Can they handle the secret she will admit to? Rated M, wordcount 7618
Teaser:
I turned the corner and slammed into a large brick wall. "Woah, babe, sorry about that. Did I hurt anything?" His hands slid up and down my arms, lingering along the section that would put him the closest proximity to my breasts…my breasts on display in the too small shirt that Alice loaned me. "Because I certainly don't want to harm a hair on your pretty little head. What's your name, sweetheart?"
I stood there stunned. He had the audacity to talk to me that way while his buddies stood back and laughed at me. His beautiful face and sexy, just rolled out of bed, hair was enough to make me want to throw myself down and let him have his way with me. But I could see in his eyes that he got that same reaction from lots and lots of women. He got it enough that he was too self assured, too cocky. He expected me to drop onto my knees and suck his cock right there on the street corner and that just was not going to happen. No matter how good looking he was. In fact, all I wanted to do right now was put him in his place, once and for all. I knew that if I kicked him in the balls then he would only feel that for a short time and he would just place blame on me. I wanted something that would humiliate him for the rest of his life, so I pulled out the small amount of sign language that I remembered and began to sign to him. His mouth dropped open and he stepped back. I no longer felt his hands on my arms or ghosting across the swell of my breasts either so it must have worked.
He began to stammer and stumble over his words. "I'm…I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, are you hurt?" I began to sign again, he had no idea that I was saying that I liked spaghetti for dinner. I signed something else…'my mother has a beautiful face.' He just kept stammering and trying to speak. Finally I motioned to my ears and made gestures that let him know that I couldn't hear. He reached into his expensive suit and grabbed a pen and note pad. He wrote 'I'm sorry' and handed the note to me. I wrote 'Okay' and handed it back to him.
As I walked off with Rose in tow, thankfully she stayed silent the whole time, I heard his buddies laughing their asses off at him. They mocked him for trying to use his charm on a woman who couldn't even hear his best asset. I snickered but held it deep inside; too close to him and he could still possibly hear me, discovering my deception.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Shimmer Awards: Voting opens July 08th
Wanted to let ya'll know that voting will open for this quarters Shimmer Awards next Friday, July 8th. I've been nominated for the Heatwave Award aka Best Lemon. Lvtwilight09 has also been nominated for the banners she made for To Serve Is Divine and Alternative Therapy. Lastly, but not leastly (hehe)....reyes139 is up for best reviewer because seriously, this girl does not skip a single chapter and she doesn't hold back her enthusiasm for a chapter or hesitate to say WTF?! if something doesn't sit right...but she always does it with love!
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Junkin' for Joplin Auction...
...is happening RIGHT NOW on Facebook, via the group FFA Fundraisers. Ask to join group and get in to see all the awesome things up for auction and START BIDDING!! Proceeds will go to the victims of the Joplin tornado via the Salvation Army. I personally have an outtake from TSID OR a stand alone oneshot up for bid. Minimum 8k words, any character combination, any rating, any prompt. Why are you still here? GO! BID!!!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Worthy WIP Wednesday 6/29/11
Here's this week's rec for a WIP that is definitely worth your time to follow!
Isabella Swan, Submissive by kitties1
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6811596/1/ISABELLA_SWAN_SUBMISSIVE
ISABELLA SWAN, SUBMISSIVE. isabella and edward are sub and dom. this is the story of their blossoming relationship both in and out of the playroom.
<---------The accompanying blog is listed to the left.
Teaser from ISS:
Bare fucking feet – god I love his bare feet.
He stoops suddenly and grasps my shoulders pushing them back slightly forcing my tits to stick out further.
"Fuck what are you wearing!" he gasps.
My heart is pounding and my skin flushes a deep rose pink from my hairline to my nipples.
He takes a loud shaky breath.
"Very nice Isabella" Edward whispers, slightly more composed, he lets go of me, straightens up again and moves back.
I say nothing. I don't move. The wetness now moves from my thong and along my thighs, hell, he has to see that.
He crouches down in front of me again, so close, yet so far. I can feel his heat right down my front. I don't move.
"Oh Isabella, you are excited aren't you my sweet? I can smell you, I can see the wetness on your thighs."
I shudder, he chuckles.
He leans closer to me, his tongue grazing my ear lobe, I groan. I am in agony here, every nerve ending and fibre of my being screams for release.
"I can't wait to taste you," he whispers so quietly I can hardly hear him.
I shake and almost lose my position. Edward runs his finger lightly along my upper thigh, through my wetness. I gasp. The tingle is like static.
"Look at my face Isabella" he says quietly.
I do as I am bid. I look at him, blinking in the twilight-like lighting of the hallway.
He takes his wet, glistening index finger and slowly licks it.
Oh god.
I squeak loudly.
Edward's eyes darken as he opens his mouth and sucks his finger deeply.
He pulls his finger out of his mouth with a loud pop and grins at me.
Shit.
He then drags two fingers across my inner thigh and sucks them in between his lips, he groans, closing his eyes.
Holy fuck.
I am on the verge of cumming and he hasn't even kissed me yet, let alone touched me properly. My pelvis jerks of its own volition. I thrust my hips lightly upwards and close my eyes, whimpering.
Edward gasps lightly as he watches my movements and I snap my eyes open. His breathing is ragged and his mouth is open.
"Fuck you taste good," he groans.
Isabella Swan, Submissive by kitties1
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6811596/1/ISABELLA_SWAN_SUBMISSIVE
ISABELLA SWAN, SUBMISSIVE. isabella and edward are sub and dom. this is the story of their blossoming relationship both in and out of the playroom.
<---------The accompanying blog is listed to the left.
Teaser from ISS:
Bare fucking feet – god I love his bare feet.
He stoops suddenly and grasps my shoulders pushing them back slightly forcing my tits to stick out further.
"Fuck what are you wearing!" he gasps.
My heart is pounding and my skin flushes a deep rose pink from my hairline to my nipples.
He takes a loud shaky breath.
"Very nice Isabella" Edward whispers, slightly more composed, he lets go of me, straightens up again and moves back.
I say nothing. I don't move. The wetness now moves from my thong and along my thighs, hell, he has to see that.
He crouches down in front of me again, so close, yet so far. I can feel his heat right down my front. I don't move.
"Oh Isabella, you are excited aren't you my sweet? I can smell you, I can see the wetness on your thighs."
I shudder, he chuckles.
He leans closer to me, his tongue grazing my ear lobe, I groan. I am in agony here, every nerve ending and fibre of my being screams for release.
"I can't wait to taste you," he whispers so quietly I can hardly hear him.
I shake and almost lose my position. Edward runs his finger lightly along my upper thigh, through my wetness. I gasp. The tingle is like static.
"Look at my face Isabella" he says quietly.
I do as I am bid. I look at him, blinking in the twilight-like lighting of the hallway.
He takes his wet, glistening index finger and slowly licks it.
Oh god.
I squeak loudly.
Edward's eyes darken as he opens his mouth and sucks his finger deeply.
He pulls his finger out of his mouth with a loud pop and grins at me.
Shit.
He then drags two fingers across my inner thigh and sucks them in between his lips, he groans, closing his eyes.
Holy fuck.
I am on the verge of cumming and he hasn't even kissed me yet, let alone touched me properly. My pelvis jerks of its own volition. I thrust my hips lightly upwards and close my eyes, whimpering.
Edward gasps lightly as he watches my movements and I snap my eyes open. His breathing is ragged and his mouth is open.
"Fuck you taste good," he groans.
