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!!

Look it's a blog with pictures....Oh...my....*thud*

As some of you know, I follow the brilliant tarasueme and pretty much read whatever she writes, which at the moment is The Training. So, when I was at her site the other day and saw this picture:



I thought, "Wow, that's hot," but it wasn't the cause for heart palpitations or anything.

Then I was catching up on my blogroll the other night and read Tasha's latest post over at Something Less Productive in which she plugged a blog called Smut Show by showing this button:



And I thought, "I like smut, I should click this button."

And I did.

That's when it happened.

*thud*

*heart failure*

Mr. Fox found me in a puddle on the floor in front of the laptop. When he asked what was going on, I promptly tackled him (not bad for a puddle, hunh?) and well .... I'm sure you all can guess. *wink*

So, if you DON'T like tasteful yet wicked hot pornography (and seriously, if you don't, what are you doing here?) DON'T click on their button. But if you do....

*One Pushy Fox walks away whistling "Sex On Fire"*

Enjoy!!!

PS - What's the link between Smut Show and The Training? The Training's teaser pic above, plus a few extra photos for the story, can be found at this post over at Smut Show.

Hi, we're the Lemon Sisters and we like fanfic...A LOT!

Hi, my name is One Pushy Fox. And like so many of you, I love lemons.

Many months ago (ok, only five) I first heard about fanfiction from Meadow Cliffdiver over at Twilight Headed. I enjoyed the blog she and her friends, The League of Extraordinary Twilighters, produced, so I thought I would check out just the one story she was talking about.

A few, reading-orgy filled days later I emerged a new kind of Twi-addict, a Twi-fanfic-addict. I had it bad and while I'd like to say it was the compelling stories and amazingly well written characters that got me hooked, let's call a spade a spade here: it was the lemons!

Sweet baby Jesus, do these women know how to write porn! Soon I was reading boatloads of fanfic like the dirty bird I am and loving up Mr. Fox until his junk started to chafe. Not that he was complaining. *wink*

As I trolled around, always looking for my next fix, I met up with many other ladies like myself, but I knew something big had happened when I met my lemon sister, uhyesplease. From the moment uhyesplease and I started working together, I knew we were twi-soulmates. She not only totally gets me and beta's everything I've ever written (including much that hasn't been published), she sends me twi-porn!! Seriously!! And when I don't read her recommendations quickly enough, she sends me teasers. Did I say, "I love you," uhyesplease??? Because I truly, truly do!!!

But I'm not selfish (much) and I couldn't keep the fabulousness that is uhyesplease and her many hottie-hot-hot lemony rec's to myself, so when she mentioned wanting to have a blog, I pounced on the idea of starting one together. And here we are. So, now I'll just sit back and sip some sweet, sweet lemonade (and re-read the first chapter of The Training by tarasueme) while the fabulous uhyesplease tells you her story!

Well, hello there! It's sad to say, but I do not remember how exactly I got introduced to fanfiction. It's better to start with the fact that I'm pretty late to the Twilight game. I read the books in about a week last December, saw the movie in the middle of reading New Moon, then scoured the internet for as much as I could about the actors as well as Stephenie Meyer. Late in the night nursing a 1 month old baby, I read SM's whole website and Midnight Sun. Somehow, somewhere I stumbled upon a oneshot on FFn.com that filled in the blanks during the Breaking Dawn fade-to-black Isle Esme chapters. And BAM! That was it. Hook. Line. Sinker. Done.

Just like One Pushy Fox, it wasn't just the well written and captivating stories that got me. It was the full on - hard core - screaming orgasm - attack your husband at 1am sort of thing that made me an addict. Fanfiction is indeed my own personal brand of heroin. *cough, sorry, couldn't help it* And so far, no complaints from a very satisfied hubby.

When One Pushy Fox asked if I wanted to do a blog with her - I totally jumped at the chance! She said it the best - we work so well together and she's totally the ying to my yang! Plus, she's my master-betah - and there is no way in hell that anything I have written thus far would have seen the light of day without her support, beta skillz and absolute undying affection.

I can't wait to get to know you all better! So, tell us why you love the lemons, sweet, sour or a mix of both. You know we want to hear all the juicy deets - spill baby, spill!