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!!!!!

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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 - 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!!!!!

MmmmmmMonday - Coming Home and The Possiblity of You

Glitter text courtesy of textspace.net,
Officer Lemon courtesy of OPF's crazy imagination.

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!

MmmmmmMonday - Displaced

Happy New Year, lovelies!!!

As I was searching for today's lemon, I began thinking about all the things I wish for both myself and my readers in the new year. Yes, yes, there's health, wealth and wisdom. And of course, I wouldn't be a Lemon Sister if I didn't wish for steamy hot sex. But there is one thing that I'm wishing for us all of us to have a little more of: romance.

Whether or not you're lucky enough to have found your own personal Edward (or Jasper...or Emmett...or Carlisle...or, well, you get the idea) no relationship suffers from an additional dose of romance.

Dear Lord, I promise I will be a VERY good girl this year as long as I can have some combination of the above!

So with that thought in mind I present to you this year's very first MmmmmmMonday recommendation: Displaced by algonquinrt.

This story is so wonderful. I laughed and teared up and was transported to another time, all of which must have been the author's goals since it was written for (and was a winner in) the Age of Edward contest that took place over the summer last year. The concept behind the story is sort of a Twilight meets Far and Away scenario, where Edward, a good Irish boy finally joining his family in America, comes to the aid of Bella, a Polish girl all on her own and having trouble entering the country. Overcoming the obstacles of nationality and language in order to fall in love, their story will have your heart aching for their wedding day.

“Bella? You understand we're to be married?”

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Edward, could you be any less romantic? She turned to face me again, and her eyes seemed even sadder.

“No, Ed-vard. No marry.”

I found her denial made me angrier than me da's demand to marry her. I may not have offered her a romantic proposal, but why would the girl not want to marry me?

“Bella, vihj-jeesh za minyeh?” I asked her usin' the Polish, offerin' me ma's ring, hopin' it was only the delivery that set things awry.

“No, Ed-vard. No marry.”

She was much more insistent the second time, and I found I was bereft. What was I to tell me da? So much for the banns, the girl said no?

“Why?” I asked her, plaintive as a wee child.

“Ed-vard, marry... ah... love.”

Me heart broke, but I wasn't sure for whom it was breakin'. Was she waitin' for her true love, or was she expectin' that I should be waitin' for me own instead?

'Til then, I'd been speakin' slowly and deliberately, so she could understand as much as possible, but me next words flew out in a blur.

“Bella, me ma and da weren't in love when they married, and it seems to have turned out fine for them. I'm afraid of what might happen to you, and, if I'm honest, to me family, if we don't get married. I do find you beautiful, and interestin', and I hope in time I might come to love you, much as me ma and da have. Please, Bella, will you marry me?”

She was starin' at me by the end of me long speech, her head tilted as she tried to understand what all I might have said to her.

“Pocałujesz mnie?” she asked.

I struggled, sortin' through the few Polish words I'd learned. Po-sa-wu... Did the girl just ask me to kiss her?

“Kiss?” I blurted out. “You want to kiss me?”

For the first time, I really watched her as she blushed, seein' the bright pink as it lit up her face. This time, I swore there'd be no interruptions, and I leaned toward her, givin' her ample opportunity to flee if this wasn't what she'd meant.

I'd imagined kissin' her more times than I should admit to outside the confessional, but was still expectin' a chaste kiss, no more than a brief brush of me lips against hers. That is, that's what I'd expected until me lips finally did meet hers.

She'd closed her eyes and jutted her chin out, offerin' me her closed lips. Mine were slightly parted as they met hers, takin' one last breath before I dared to kiss her. When our mouths met, me heart stopped beatin' for a moment, then came back to life with a heavy thud. Unable to stop meself, I moved me lips over hers, addin' more pressure that she met as well. I heard her breath grow faster, and dared move me hand to the side of her neck as our mouths met again and again. Her hands moved to me shoulders, then crept around to the back of me neck, curlin' into me hair. Truly, I'd never felt so tempted, and without thought, me tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip. She gasped, and the sound brought me back to me senses. This was no whore; this was the woman I was to marry, and I was treatin' her no better than a woman of ill repute.

I pulled back from her and nearly lost all sense of propriety. Her eyes were still closed and her face flushed. Her lips were red as cherries and swollen from our kisses, and I knew if I didn't step away from her then, I'd be lost.

Her eyes fluttered open as I backed away, and she looked at me, hurt and confused.

“Ah, Bella,” I stammered. “I, ah, shouldn't, ah...”

I couldn't bear the look in her eyes.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Bella, that was... I've never... that was simply amazin'.”

Whether it was me words or the sentiment behind them, I had no idea, but she gave me a great smile and reached for me hand. I realized I still had me ma's ring in the other hand, and dropped to one knee, offerin' her the ring again.

“Bella, would you do me the honor of bein' me wife?” I asked, hopin' this time she would accept.

She smiled again, and accepted the ring.

“Yes, Ed-vard. Marry you.”

I slipped me ma's ring onto her finger, and exhaled. Suddenly, the idea of marryin' this girl wasn't as frightenin' as it had been.

Go check it out and get your swoon on for the week.

MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon Post Day 2

And so we continue! Thanks for coming on back to join us for our MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon picks. Day 2's pick is Merry Christmas, Baby by twighlit

Oh, sweet Santa-Emmett! Who wouldn't want to find him trimming your tree? But what if he was bringing you tacky lingerie and pleather boots? Well, you can imagine how Rosalie feels about that!

Santa Lutz courtesy of amcas
who provided this on EXTREMELY short notice!
Thanks, sweetie!!

I love the back and forth between ire and lust in this fic, plus Emmett and Rose are just so funny: they both want different things but in the end, everyone winds up happy, especially the reader!

This fic was actually one of the winners over at Twilighted's iFic Canon Christmas Contest and got a beautiful banner by the lovely DahliaBlack

Check it out and see why it wowed the judges:

“EMMETT! Are you out of your mind?!”

“You asked if it was all I got. It wasn’t. Do you want to try for more? I know there’s an armoire in the study you’re particularly fond of,” he threatened.

He was right, I loved that armoire.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry. I’ll play nice,” I cooed, kissing him lightly and darting my tongue into his mouth.

"Oh no, it’s not that easy.”

No, it was actually very hard, and I could feel it pressing into my stomach. “You’re right you know,” I baited.

He couldn’t help it. He took it. I never said he was right. “About what?”

“I like things big.”

He groaned and brought his mouth down roughly on my collarbone, kissing sloppily as he lowered it between my breasts. He took the center of the bra between his teeth and bit through it, exposing my naked flesh as the fabric fell away from me. He licked languidly up the length of my sternum to the hollow at the base of my throat and took my slender hips between his hands once more. He pushed hard and pinned me, back flat up against the wall, putting my glorious breasts at his eye level. Lowering his mouth onto a tightened peak, he laced his fingers into the side string of my panties and tugged once to tear the fabric, then pulled them away from me, dropping them unceremoniously on the ground.

He looked up at me angrily as he continued to alternately trace his tongue over my nipple and suck hard at the tip. I knew he was trying to be the tough guy but the pain turned him on and I could feel his anger waning into lust. I was trying to be repentant but I had a hard time coming up with any emotion other than horny. I loved it when he manhandled me like that and the way he flicked his tongue against my nipple like that was making my toes curl up. “More,” I pleaded, holding his head against me.

He revolted and let me fall to the floor, where I made an epic crashing sound as I clattered into the fireplace tools. He took several steps back and looked at me as I scrambled onto all fours. “You don’t get what you want. You’re naughty, remember?”

I crawled across the hardwood towards him. “Do you? Get what you want, I mean?” I asked, raising myself to my knees and eying the phenomenal erection he was sporting mere inches from my face. I didn’t give him a chance to answer. I splayed my hands against the front of his thighs and licked up the side of him from the base to the very tip before I eagerly pulled the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. He moaned and I felt the tension escaping him as he knotted his fingers into my hair and I took more and more of his engorged cock into my mouth and pursed my lips tightly around it.

“Rosalie, uhhhn,” he managed. “Oh baby, just like that. God, I love that mouth.” I smiled around his dick. I knew he couldn’t stay mad when I laid down the fellatio. Who could? I looked up at him just the way he liked, one of his favorite images in the world: my lush pink lips wrapped around his rigid shaft, and I winked.

Oh, naughty, naughty, Rosalie! You know she made Santa's day! And hopefully she and Emmett will inspire you to have a naughty Christmas as well.

If you enjoyed this one shot as much as I did, please go check out Twighlit's multi-chapter story, The Apple Doesn't Fall Far, which has the interesting premise of Edward falling for Bella's daughter 22 years after he leaves her in New Moon.

I know some of you might be concerned about the potential ick factor of Edward with Bella's daughter but I've already read the first few chapters and they're fantastic, so I highly recommend that as well. Enjoy!

A super sweet contest!

I was informed by the lovely Cutie and my dearest OnePushyFox that Ramblings of a Wannabe Scribe was holding a contest! Usually I'm like, "Eh, I never win that stuff." But I decided to think positive and just go for it!

And what could I be winning? Well, a signed Twilight book by her amazingness herself, Stephenie Meyer!

So here it is - my entry....

If I win, what a Merry Christmas to me!

MmmmmMonday - The Halloween Party

So Halloween has come and gone. All the good little kiddies have gotten their treats and all the good little adults have eaten the left over chocolates. Hmmm.....chocolates.....*Foxy's tongue hangs out in a Homer-Simpson-esque drool*

Where was I? Oh yes, Halloween. Right. Well, before you pack up your costumes and move on to thinking about the rest of the upcoming holidays, let's take one last moment to savor the lemony flavor of the only holiday that encourages adults to dress up and wear masks. And what better way to do that then to read a nice, lemony one-shot about what happens when Bella and Edward meet at a costume party: The Halloween Party by HannahMae288.

Edward (we assume) is throwing a costume party on Halloween. He's dressed as Batman although we get a glimpse of his gorgeous green eyes through his mask.


Bella is at the party with Alice (of course) who has dressed Bella up as a naughty French Maid (naturally). Toss two star-crossed lovers gently, apply a liberal dose of liquor and the lemons are ready to roll:

He walked over to where I sat on the bed.

He started gently kissing and sucking on my neck.

His hands slid behind my back and started to undo the clasps of the corset.

The slow torture of foreplay was killing me.

“mooore, I need more.” I finally was able to force out.

“Hmm, the little French maid isn’t as innocent as she seems..” he said smirking as my top fell to the floor.

“Fucking perfect.” he breathed out as I felt my face get hot.

He cautiously began kissing my breasts. He took my hardened peak into his mouth.

I gasped and moaned.

He bit down gently and then twirled his tongue around my nipple. Then made his way to the other one, while massaging the one he had just finished with.

His hands went up underneath the short ruffle skirt and in one quick movement my panties were gone.

I gasped and tried to see him, but it was pitch black and I couldn’t see anything.

He sat up to do something, I heard Velcro, so I kind of assumed he was taking his mask off.

Then he went back down and started kissing my inner thighs. I moaned loudly and I could feel him smiling.

His tongue darted out and licked my wet sex.

I screamed out in pure pleasure.

He licked and nibbled as I felt my stomach knotting up in an unfamiliar feeling.

He took my clit into his mouth and licked it fiercely.

“Ahhhh ohh ahhh goddd.”

I reached down and felt his hair for the first time. It was soft and there was just enough for me to get a good grasp. He moaned as soon as I had a hold on his hair, which send vibrations through his mouth, it sent me over the edge.

While still riding out my release he kissed his way back up my body and started kissing my mouth again.

This story's a short one, less than 2,500 words, and while we move through the action quickly, I liked it and I think the author shows promise. My absolute favorite part was the very last line, after Bella wakes up alone:

I just had sex with Batman.

So if you liked it to, feel free to vote for it. The contest is The Two Sides of Twilight. Click on the link and you'll be taken to the voting poll page. I know HannahMae288 would appreciate your vote.

Happy MmmmmMonday!

Slash, Femme-slash, and learning to love it all

Now I'm going to apologize up front because I ABSOLUTELY don't want to offend anyone.

Sex and sexual fantasies are very personal topics and I firmly believe that the things that turn us on don't necessarily correlate to who we are to the everyday world. Sex is primal, instinctual, and who we are during sex isn't the same as who we are when we are at work, or taking care of our kids or whatever.

That being said, I don't think of myself as much of a prude, but I realized the other day that from a fanfic perspecive, it's taken me a long time to get adventurous. *waggles eyebrows*

I'm pretty much a canon shipper lover. I love me some Bella/Edward, Jasper/Alice even Emmett/Rose lemons. I'm heterosexual in RL and it never really occurred to me to go seeking out any other orientation when I first found out about fanfiction.

BUT!

As you know, my adorable, fabulous, lemony soul sister often likes to make recommendations to me and one in particular got me hot and bothered. And not just because of the lemons. She sent me a snippet from The Trip Home by mskathy. It's a Edward/Bella/Jasper polyamorous fic. And I'll tell the truth right here, if she had sent it to me as a link instead of the direct text I probably wouldn't have read it (sorry, UYP!).

It's just I don't think of three-ways as my bag. But believe me when I tell you that, while it may not be my personal bag, this shit is HOT! Super-nova, forget-even-wearing-panties-because-you'll-just-have-to-keep-changing-them hot! I was astonished by how turned-on I was by this story.

Fast forward a couple of weeks and I'm reading all the entries in the Love for the Unloved contest and I come across my first slash fic, The Road Less Traveled by robpat. Again, this was not something that I would have thought I would enjoy. I mean, I'm a girl and it's about sex between two guys. Not a whole lot of room for me, even imaginary-me, in this equation, but again I was wrong. This is hot!

So I started to have a crisis of faith. I know I'm not gay, let alone a gay man. I'm all up in Mr. Foxy's stuff and I have breasts (therefore I am woman, hear me roar) and he's definitely a manly man (chest hair and all, Rarrrrrr!!!!), but I wondered if it said something about me that I was into things I clearly wouldn't (or physically couldn't) participate in.

Of course, I wondered this for all of two seconds before reality set back in.

Duh, Foxy! It's about FANTASY. HELLO!!!!!!!!!!

I happen to know that a ton of my bloggy/twitter girls are into Mason from DirtyNelly's Buried Among the Begonias and I'm not getting the I-like-to-be-water-boarded-for-kicks vibe off of them. Although you never can tell....but we'll save that for another post. *wink*

Still need convincing? Yeah, me too. So I went online and did a little research about women and pornography (it's the nerd in me, she'll never die!). And I found a fantastic article on cnn.com that was written for Oprah.com. In it they cite a 2004 study done by Northwestern University that found:

[When] the researchers showed gay, lesbian, and straight porn to heterosexual and homosexual women and men, they found that while the men responded more intensely to porn that mirrored their particular gender orientation, the women tended to like it all. Or at least their bodies did.


That's right. Men were tied down to their actual sexual proclivities but women were up for anything! So what gives? Why couldn't I just let it all go and be happy that nature was encouraging me to be an equal-opportunity porn reader?

Well, the nervous me inside my head whined, what if my friends found out I liked lesbian and gay pornography?

OK....what if they did? First of all, we'd already be WAY past the TMI line at that point, so really, pull up your big girl pants and say, "This is me. Love me or piss off!" Secondly, how do I know THEY don't dig to gorgeous girls or super delicious guys getting it on? That's the thing about fantasies. They're in your head.

Anyway, what I'm getting at is if you're like me, and had been getting into a rather vanilla rut, SHAKE IT UP! Try out a little slash. Because the only thing hotter than one smoking hot Twilight guy is two!

Or try out some femme-slash. You know we all have a wicked girl crush on Ashley, I mean Alice. Take that for a whirl and see if it doesn't kick the temperature in your pants up a notch.

























Not into Alice? I read a FANTASTIC femme-slash one-shot about Jessica and Lauren of all characters in the LftU contest. It's called Damned If You Do by Kristen Nicole and not only is it hot as hell it makes a convincing case for why Lauren is always such a biotch! I actually liked her version of Lauren. Take that for what it's worth.

Whatever you choose, just remember: no judgment, only pleasure.

And happy reading!

Contest Spotlight: Love for the Unloved

Who doesn't love a good contest? Be it a potato sack race or a marathon, they push us to try just a little harder and nothing's sweeter than bragging rights when you win.

It's no shock that the same thing applies in the fanfic world. There's ALWAYS a contest going on. Right now, I know of six open contests (info via TwiFic News), plus another seventeen that close on or before December 1st. So, clearly, there's no shortage of ideas floating around out there to light a fire under your laptop. And you never know, you could be the next AngstGoddess003!

Even if you don't like to write, there's another good reason to keep your eye on the contests: you might find the next AngstGoddess003! Or tarasueme. Or whomever your favorite author these days is.

And so, I've decided to read all the entries in the latest contest I entered: Love for the Unloved. One reason behind my decision was that when I posted my first story for a contest, it occurred to me that now these writers and I had something in common. We had all taken on the same writing task and come up with completely different stories. And in a show of solidarity, I should read theirs.

But the other reason was that as I looked over the other contestants, I didn't recognize any of the authors who've submitted so far. Which meant my chances of finding a new author making her or his way up in the fanfic world was pretty good. And I think I did: her name is Kristen Nicole.

I've only read the first story posted to the contest, "Damned If You Do," by Kristen, but it was SO AMAZINGLY HOT that I'm looking forward to reading her other two stories.

Her contest entry is a Lauren/Jessica femmeslash that actually makes you like Lauren and Jessica let alone be thrilled that those girls are hitting it. It's very well written, with lots of emotional depth, and balances funny and sexy well.

Please do check it out. And if you have the time, take a few minutes to read the other entries. And always, when you're done, please, please leave her a review. Nothing makes a writer's day like feedback. So if she puts a smile on your face, give her a little love back.

Thanks!!!!