Another MmmmmmMonday post, another excuse for me to be searching for porn on the internet. Aaah, the sacrifices I make as a Lemon Sister. *sigh* But, I was particularly excited to be searching for this weeks photos, because this week we're pimping out an entry for what could easily be described as the sexiest contest ever: Edward in uniform. That's right ladies, today's recommendations were both written for the Perv Pack's An Officer and a Gentleman Contest.
I'll start with the one I was lucky enough to beta: Coming Home by HookaShewz (also known to some as KBacon). This one-shot is so sweet and lemony, both romantic and steamy, a perfect combination.
The few, the proud, the Marines....Hell, yeah, baby!!!
In this story, Edward's a Marine who's been away in Afghanistan and comes home, somewhat worse for the wear, on Christmas Eve. Little does he realize, there have been a few developments at home while he was gone. But I'll save all that for the story. Here's the tease:
I was pretty keyed up knowing I was leaving the next day and woke up after about an hour. I slipped out of bed and put on a pair of boxers before heading to the kitchen to get a drink. Grabbing the container of OJ I shut the refrigerator door and snuck a guilty glance around for Bella. When I didn't see her I just opened the cap and drank the OJ from the carton. I didn’t realize I was so thirsty. I felt a little trickle start to run down my chin. Still drinking, I started to turn and grab a paper towel to wipe it off when I felt a small hand on my chest stopping me. Bella went up on her tip toes and licked the orange juice off my chin with that fantastic tongue of hers.“Yummy! Edward and orange juice; could be my all time favorite flavor.” I could see the lust shining in her eyes and my dick was instantly rock hard. Bella was in her robe and since we had both been naked when we fell asleep I knew that all it would take for me to undress her was to untie the sash. She beat me to it. I pushed the robe off her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her. Hard and insistent our tongues mated. I backed her up to the table in the breakfast nook and grabbed her waist lifting her up onto the table. I wanted a taste of my favorite flavor; Bella.
I nibbled her ear and made my way down her neck. Mmm. Bella’s nipples were hard and sweet like honey, so I took my time worshiping her breasts. I would suck and lick and scrap my teeth on one while using my hand to play with the other. I made my way down her body using my tongue and teeth. I was almost to the promised-land. Bella leaned back, propped up on her elbows. I put her feet up to rest at the edge of the table and pulled her down to me.
The second one is yet another amazing short story by the incomparable afragilelittlehuman: The Possibility of You. This one-shot will take you on a year's journey of the heart in less than 5000 words. Yes, fragile is just that good. In The Possibility of You, Bella is a probational fire fighter working in the station under Edward's command. He's a gentleman and won't reveal his feelings for her while she works there, but do the other guys in the station have to ask her to slide down the pole?
Here's the tease:
"Your turn, Lieutenant." Her smile was slightly evil.
"Oh, no, I'm just an innocent bystander." I stared at her as the guys downstairs loudly called me several colorful names, trying to get me down. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I whispered, leaning close enough to smell the strawberry shampoo I'd become so accustomed to.
She gave me the same determined look she had the day I offered to help her with the truck. I knew better than to argue, so I slid down the pole and waited for her.
We all gazed, enraptured, as she slowly wrapped her body around the pole. She hung suspended over us for just a second, before loosening her grip and plunging toward us. Almost immediately, her feet lightly touched the first floor, stopping her descent, and she turned to face us, her wide grin lighting up her face. Never acknowledging the stunned silence, she walked toward the stairs, pausing only slightly as she yelled over her shoulder.
"Don't think I don't know you were all staring at my ass."
Of course we were. How could we not? Her body was toned but soft, curved and perfect, leading to that impeccably tight little ass. The guys all shook their heads, laughed, and followed her up the stairs as if the world hadn't just titled on its axis. It was several seconds before I could even move.
After that night, the guys went back to talking about sports and beer and politics, the subject of Bella's pole display never coming back up. But it was all I could think about. I imagined her legs wrapping around me instead of that pole, her body sliding down mine. It was a few days before I could look her in the eye again, even though she was still a nightly fantasy while I stroked myself in the shower.
Poor, lonely Edward! Poor, wet, lonely Edward. Edward all alone in the shower......*lust filled daze* Oh! Sorry about that. Where were we? Oh yeah, poor Edward. Will he ever get his Bella? Go read and find out!
These are just two of the great stories that have been submitted to the PPSS's An Officer and a Gentleman Contest. Definitely check out all of the entries in this inspired contest, you know you won't regret it! The submission deadline was extended to the end of this week, so I imagine voting will begin next Monday. Please, don't forget to vote!
