MmmmmMonday - I Favor Fire

Hello there my dear, sweet Fanfic Lemon Lovers o' mine!!!!!

Today's MmmmmmMonday treat is I Favor Fire from our very own OnePushyFox! It's a fun little twisty fic which is set in the tent scene in Eclipse. This o/s was written as dare of sorts by me (yes, I'm the 'friend' in the a/n) who mentioned in a chat once that I didn't think people would like a J/B lemon. Mainly because it would piss off all the hard core B/E shippers out there....

And.....

She proved me sooo wrong, cuz people (myself included) LOVED IT!!!!!

Banner by Betti Gefecht

I glided my hands back down to her waist and ran them up under her shirt, groaning into her mouth as I felt the soft undersides of her breasts. She moaned back as I ran my hands up, cupping them, her head falling back as my thumbs grazed her nipples. Impatiently, she reached between us and tore her shirt up over her head. I lowered my mouth to her breasts, sucking the pebble hard flesh into my mouth.

She cried out as I licked it hard, whimpering as my tongue continued to brush her nipple then flick it harshly. When I took it between my teeth gently, she screamed my name and wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing tightly against me. I rocked back into her, reveling in the heat I could feel welling between her legs, reveling in the fact that it was my name she was calling out in the throes of passion.

I continued to descend down her torso, licking her ribs, nibbling my way down to her belly button and beyond. When she realized where I was headed, she began pulling at my hair, as if to stop me, but, honestly, after having a taste of her mouth, there was no way I was going to pass up my chance to taste her very essence. Not unless she specifically said, "No." And while her hands in my hair were saying, "No," her hips were bucking up against me in a pretty convincing, "Yes!"

I worked the button on her jeans with a simple flick of my thumb and swept the denim down over her hips as if it were mere silk. It took all my restraint not to just rip her jeans off her. I could smell her, even through her sweet, white, cotton panties by this point and I was near insane with lust. She smelled incredible…tart like apples, sweet like cream. With a smell like that, there was no way I wasn't going to taste her.

I pushed her jeans all the way off, reaching up to pull her panties off with them. Her hands left my hair to cover herself, but I just batted her hands away, hitching her leg up over my shoulder so that my face was almost buried between her legs. I took one last breath of her intoxicating scent in before I let my tongue tentatively explore her.

One of my fav things about this story is it's the first one she was brave enough to publish. And I'm so damn happy she did! If she didn't, you wouldn't be reading In the Blood, Dazzling, Monster, Pretty Little Lies or Show Some Class....

Hey - speaking of Show Some Class...

VOTING IS UP!!!

We'd love for you to read and review - and vote! Only the top 15 get to the next level and there are TOOOONS of entries. Many of them are awesomely good. So, read a few others, and vote for theirs too.

MmmmmmMonday - In The Light Of Day

Good MmmmmmMonday Morning, dear reader!!! It's time to get back to basics with a MmmmmmMonday post that gives us exactly what we think of when we think lemons....

No, not that!


Yes! That's what Mama Pushy is talking about!!

Yes, Edward is back and in full panty melting mode! I am going to mix it up a little this week by having a new Edward/Bella pairing for me: Youngward and Cougarella. Now, I know what you're all thinking... Youngward is not new for The Lemon Sisters! We've already rec'ed Your True Colors, the amazing fic by our unbelievably talented friend, Betti.

BUT! Dear reader! Your True Colors does not boast a Cougarella and today's pick does. *smirks at self serving logic*

Yes, today I wanted to share the extreme hotness that is In The Light of Day by TKegl. In this story, Bella, the Creative Director at an advertising firm, has a rough run of luck. But she decides to turn it all around with a night out on the town with her best friend, Alice. Whom does she find admiring her at the club she and Alice wind up at? None other than the decidedly younger, but still sizzling hot, Edward! What starts out as a one night stand though quickly becomes more when these two are thrown together the next week at work. Awkward? Yes, but in that "I'm so hot for you and want to screw you on top of your desk" kind of way! Here's the tease from the one night stand:

He grabbed my hair, tilting my head up so he could plunge his tongue deep inside my mouth and I continued to stroke him. His hands dropped to my shoulders, hooking his fingers under the straps of my dress, then sliding the silky fabric down my body to pool around my feet in one fluid motion.

Whirling around, he pressed me back against the door, his eyes raking over my body, taking in my black strapless bra and matching satin panties. My hands flew back to the sides of my head with his frantic motion and he took both of them in one of his, holding my wrists firmly over my head.

"Shit," he muttered again as his mouth descended on my satin-covered breast and his hand slid between my legs.

I had to hand it to Alice. The guy definitely knew what he was doing.

He dropped to his knees, pressing his hot mouth over my dampened panties and I writhed, aching for more friction. He slid my panties down my legs, his tongue working insistently as fabric gave way to flesh.

"Jesus," I moaned as he added his fingers to the mix, thrusting deep inside me and twisting to tease my g-spot. I tangled my fingers in his hair and ground against his mouth, finally pausing to pull him up gently.

He looked up at me, his eyes wide and lips wet. "Do you want me to stop?"

"God, no," I groaned. "I definitely want more of that later, but right now I need you inside me… hard… and fast."

He smirked and stood, licking his lips and then his fingers as he kept his eyes locked with mine. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet and as he extracted a condom, my eyes fixed hungrily on the flesh exposed by his low-hanging jeans. He didn't remove them, just rolled on the condom and moved toward me, grasping my hips and taking one, long lick up my neck to my earlobe.

"I can do hard and fast," he said in a gravely voice, before plunging deeply into me.

I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist as his hands went to my ass. His fingers pressed into my flesh demandingly as he pounded me into the door.

"Is this… what… you… want?" he growled in my ear, punctuating every word with a powerful thrust.

I moaned, words escaping me amidst the glowing pleasure curling in my center… twisting tighter and tighter…

"Say it…" he insisted, lifting me slightly to get a deeper angle. "Do… you… like… this… baby?" He was pounding furiously now, demanding my confession.

"Yes… God yes," I managed to mumble through tingling lips.

"Touch yourself," he commanded and I obeyed, trailing one hand to the swollen nub of flesh on fire between us.

"Shit," he growled in my ear. "I'm going to… fuck…"

I felt him begin to pulse within me and that was enough to tip me over the edge. White-hot pleasure shot through my body, radiating out from where we were joined and sizzling like an electric current along every nerve ending. He thrust twice more, then pushed deep, climaxing with a low moan as I rode out my own incredible orgasm.

Oh, yes! Youngward can definitely deliver!! And while this story's a little longer than what I normally recommend (it's just a little over 10K words), TKegl packs it full of so much lust and smexy times that you'll relish every word! The judges sure did, because it won first place in the Cougar Revolution Anonymous One-Shot Contest!

And I happened to find this story because TKegl wrote another amazingly hot one-shot for the Fun With Your Clothes On Contest, called All Aboard. You may remember us mentioning this contest because we also entered it. And voting starts Wednesday, April 21st. Just saying. So definitely check In The Light of Day and All Aboard out, you seriously won't regret it!


Enjoy!!!

What the hale!!!???

It's Friday!!!!

I had this post started in my head and made the lamo mistake to NOT write it down. And so I'm flipping through my blog roll and realize, "Hey YOU! Yes, you - so called Lemon Sister! You forgot to post!"

GAH!!!

Well, first I have to get some shameless promotion out of the way. When Pushy and I got together for our TLS weekend of shenanigans, we wrote a fun and steamy little one shot for the Fun With Your Clothes On Contest, named Show Some Class. Well, we teased it the other day but now it's posted and will be ready to be voted on to make the first round on April 21! We'd love your vote if you love the story! It's short and sweet and one of the few NON B/E stories.

Oh hell - I'll just tease you again with it:

Every day he watched me walk into debate. His eyes would slowly make their way up my legs, making my skin tingle as if his gaze were a physical thing. Every day at lunch he stood a little too close to me in the lunch line murmuring compliments and endearments in my ear with his seductive voice, no matter how rude I was to him about it. Every day he found a way to show up no matter where I hid once classes were out. Being the daughter of the president of the school meant certain things were expected of me and I certainly couldn't hide out in my room and pray for him to leave me alone. But short of total isolation, I wasn't sure how I was going to get him to stay away.

And if I was honest with myself, I didn't want him to stay away. No matter what I said to him, no matter what pointed barb I threw at him or dirty, disdainful look I gave him, he always smiled his sexy little smile at me, making me weak in the knees and hot all over. When he would brush up against me, it took every ounce of self control I had not to press right back. Watching him practice out on the rugby field, all hot and sweaty and manly made me want to throw him down on the pitch and rub my body all over him. But then I would hear that skank Jessica saying the same thing and I realized what fantasizing over him was turning me into. And I refused to become in any small way like Jessica "I say yes to everyone" Stanley.

So, while I suffered on the inside, on the outside I stayed cool. I remained the ice princess everyone called me behind my back. It didn't matter what my classmates said or thought. All that mattered was that I could look myself in the eye and know I was true to myself. I had plans. I wanted to go to Harvard. I wanted to become a lawyer. Maybe one day go into politics. I wasn't going to get to any of those places being some trampy mattress jockey in a plaid, Catholic school girl skirt.

Yes! So - next week - go read, go vote! We want to make it into the top 15! Wheeee!

Let's see - what else.....

A couple of my favorite stories updated...with some sexy lemony goodness.....

Your True Colors - sigh...Kiddoward. Did you see that Betti actually got a pic of the lovliness who inspired this story!!! Squeeeee!

The Training - by Tara Sue Me: Two words...Phone Sex

Late Night Encounters - by Kyla713: no lemon this time...but super romantic...*sigh*

What smexy updates are you excited about from this week??

Happy Reading!!

MmmmmmMonday - Lemon SisterpaloozaPart Deux

If you've been on Twitter since Friday, you'll know that Lemon Sisterpalooza Part Deux was this past weekend. Even though we live about four hours away from each other, Uhyesplease and I like to ditch the kids and get together. And this weekend we had the perfect excuse: Eclipse Premiere in Chicago bar research. Ok, really it was just a flimsy excuse to get together and drink, but we took it and ran with it.

Yes, yes, we squeed, we hugged, we ate some great meals and went to some "interesting" bars (oh the Thai karaoke was SO LOUD!). And of course Uhyesplease brought her camera! So here are the pictures:

Yes, behind Uhyesplease is a wall of liquor.
Obviously this was my favorite bar!

Uhyesplease's flash was SO WICKED BRIGHT!
So no, I don't have a weird tick in my eyes.
I just couldn't seem to keep them open for this picture.

[Note from Uhyesplease:
Of course I had to add Foxy's Mr. Foxy!!!
He can be our TLS mascot!!!]

But it wasn't all liquor induced shenanigans. Nope! We're young, we're free (for the weekend) and we're Lemon Sisters. What do you think we do when we get together for the first time in months? Well before we go drinking, we write p0rn, of course!!!

Yup, before we went out for the evening we decided to sit down and write together. And it was just about the most fun I have ever had! Uhyesplease is so amazingly witty and inspiring and when she said, "Let's write something for that dry hump contest," I of course said, "YES!"

What came next was two hours of giggling, swapping sections and me getting all hot and bothered by Uhyesplease's lemons. I mean holy cow! I had no idea how much fun a girl could have without taking her clothes off but Uhyesplease showed me that there were SO many possibilities. And I'm so glad because our one-shot, Show Some Class was a blast to write.

So without further ado, I'll give you the teaser:

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“Come on, Rosie,” he whispered, his lips a few scant inches from my own. “Don’t you ever just want to let go?” My eyes sank shut, knowing how much I desperately wanted to throw my carefully constructed rules and limits out the window. The part of me that was so used to saying no, the part of me that reflexively shot guys down was silent though. The only voice in my head was the part of me that screamed for me to kiss him, to wrap my arms around him and never let him go.

Then his lips brushed against mine and my mind ceased to function at all. With slow, long sweeps, he drifted back and forth, soothing my skittish nerves and lighting a fire low within me. I groaned in defeat and leaned back into him, letting the kiss take me where it may, somehow knowing I would never need to fear Emmett.

He growled and then deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, taunting me, teasing me, driving me mad with the rhythm of his kiss. His arms folded around me, pulling me to him and my hands came to rest on the hot, taut skin of his chest. For a long time we stood there, kissing fiercely, as if it was the only thing holding us to this place and to each other. His kisses were like oxygen and I was greedy for them. But no matter how much we kissed my need never lessened, it only built, until I was burning inside.

While we were writing, Uhyesplease mentioned the following song kept popping up and it's where our title came from:

UYP: I ditto everything OPF said - this weekend was awesome! But will add that she was an awesome hostess - was soooo much fun to hang out with - and is one of the best things that has come out of the Twicommunity for me! She is a class act and I'm so damn proud to write p0rn with her...I mean....call her friend!!! I love you, Pushy!!!!!