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!!

MmmmmMonday - Surprises

Good MmmmmMonday to you, my dear readers! This is my first MmmmmMonday post, so please be gentle with me. Although, I don't promise to return the favor. *wink*

Early in my foray into the world of sweet, lemony fanfic, I stumbled across the works of KatieBelleCullen (or KatieBelle as she's know on Twilighted). And in particular, her short story, Surprises.

This short fic, only two chapters long, was originally started as a one-shot entry into last year's Dirty Talking Edward contest. The premise is that Edward catches Bella in her bed, in a compromising position, fantasizing about him, and taking the initiative, he talks her into taking it to a new level.

Here's the tease:

Edward had one hand fisted in my hair while his other held my hips closer to his. With each thrust, his cold length filled my hot core completely, and my helpless body writhed beneath his as I cried out in ecstasy. My ardent moans seemed to spur Edward onward, and he slammed into me with unbelievable force, slapping his hips sharply against mine.

“Say my name, Bella,” he demanded.

“Edward,” I moaned too loudly.

I bit my lip harshly - I definitely didn’t want to wake up Charlie right now.

Edward groaned deeply as his name echoed through the room.

“Good girl, Bella,” he praised me, then dipped his head to my chest. His cold lips surrounded my sensitive peak, and I arched my back instantly, begging him with my body for more.

I could feel the sweat pooling in the valley between my breasts as I reached up to tease one of my taught points. I rolled it between my fingers for a moment, then pinched it roughly. A strangled whimper escaped me, and I dug my teeth harder into my lip, trying earnestly to silence my cries.

Edward removed his mouth from my breast, then lifted his golden eyes to mine.

“You’re going to come for me, Bella. And when you do, you’re going to scream my name again, do you understand? Can you do that for me, Bella?” I nodded as I felt my muscles beginning to clamp down around his length. I loved it when he talked to me that way.

My breath was coming in short, ragged spurts, and I could feel my legs beginning to shake. I was so close. I plunged my fingers harder into my center, desperate to find my release.

Edward continued to drive himself forcefully into me, grunting fiercely with each lunge. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head back as his tempo increased to a frantic pace.

“Now, Bella!” he commanded, then moved his long fingers from my hip to press them firmly against my clit.

I pinched my clit between my fingers while my other hand continued to pump into my soaking core. The combined sensations became abruptly too much, and I felt my stomach twist for the final time.

I exploded on my fingers as overwhelming pleasure racked my body. My toes curled tightly as high-pitched sobs of ecstasy forced their way through my lips, and I swallowed hard in an effort to ebb the flow of my cries. As I came, I imagined Edward, grunting and growling above me as we climaxed together. The vision sent another hot shudder ripping through me, and I panted his name as I rode the tidal waves of bliss.

Once the heat of my orgasm subsided, my hands fell limply to my sides, and I concentrated on slowing my breathing. Imagining Edward being forceful and commanding never failed to throw me head-first over the edge. I couldn’t help wondering then, as I always did, if Edward would ever really talk to me that way. My guess was probably not. I giggled softly as I wondered what he would think if he were to find out about the things I imagined him saying to me. Doing to me.

“You never cease to surprise me, Bella,” a familiar voice murmured from the darkness.

I squeaked and jumped a foot in the air as my head snapped towards the startling yet velvety voice.

He was sitting, as he often did, in my old, sagging rocking chair in the corner of the room. I could just barely make out the shape of his body, illuminated only by the moonlight that filtered through my window. He was leaning back against the chair, leaving his face masked by the shadows, save for the glint of his eyes that shone silver in the moon’s weak rays.

“E-Edward?” I stammered in astonishment.

“Yes, love,” was his only answer.

Oh, God. No!




I loved this story and it totally had me begging for more, from KatieBelleCullen that is!

I think it's a good starter piece for anyone who might be interested in exploring Domward without jumping into the deep end of the pool; Edward's just domineering enough to make a girl moan without him pulling out the nipple clamps or anything (we'll save that for the MmmmmMonday' that features tarasueme!)

So if you enjoy it, please go and show Ms. KatieBelleCullen some love!

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!