Wednesday, October 27, 2010
from Britpacksuccubus
Big hugs and best wishes for a blessed day and year to come.
Britpacksuccubus
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
from 22Blue
Hope it’s filled with nothing but citrusy goodness.
The intrusively shrill beeps from his alarm clock seemed to grow louder, abruptly waking him from his slumber. Edward angrily pounded the snooze button two, three, then four times, yet it still screamed at him to wake. He finally conceded to the morning, groggily rolling over and silencing the digital beast.
Edward begrudgingly pushed himself into a sitting position, resting his hands on the edge of the mattress before expelling a loud yawn. He rolled his neck to the left then the right, raised his muscular arms over his head and stretched; the hard planes of his chest and abdomen mirrored that of a marble statue. Edward rose from the bed then dipped his hand into his tight charcoal boxer briefs, adjusting himself. It was as if he was saying hello to a lover as he stroked his morning wood; he paused for a moment, thinking about satisfying himself. But, alas, he did not. He was too parched, his thirst overriding his sexual urge. Edward removed his hand, the thick elastic waistband of his boxers snapping in the wake of its departure, and he then made his way downstairs to the kitchen.
Flipping on the light, Edward squinted from the brightness and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. His bronze hair in disarray, Edward ran his fingers through his silky, pullable locks and padded toward a large bowl of oranges sitting on the counter. The succulent fruits were arranged in a precise manner in the ceramic bowl; a masterful pyramid of vitamin C. Edward picked up the top orange, rotating it gently, fondling it tenderly between his palms before bringing it to his nose and inhaling. The subtly sweet aroma was a mere tease of what lay beneath the pliable rind. How Edward adored the citrusy pleasure he received from this godly produce. And the varieties? He hadn’t an ounce of prejudice and loved every sort of nature’s gift: Jaffa, Hamlin, Valencia, Honeybells (he enjoyed their shape in particular, especially the nub) and the navels – California and Florida! He was grateful for such pleasures, and certainly a true connoisseur to all things orange, round, and juicy.
On this morning, Edward had chosen a Valencia – large and plump and slightly firm. He balanced it in his smooth hands, wrapping his long, deft fingers around it and then, every so carefully, he pierced his thumbs through the dimpled skin, surrounding them with the meaty pulp. A citrus explosion, droplets splattered his hands, and his chest. One drop landed on the corner of his upper lip, and Edward traced his tongue along the spot. Its flavor so good, he impatiently lifted his hand to his mouth, grazing the damp specks on his chest along the way and sucked the nectar off the back of his hand.
Edward then widened the slit he’d made with his thumbs and inserted his tongue, the fruit was incredibly ripe, and the liquid was just… pure. A low and gravely moan rose from his throat, and he could feel small vibrations on his full lips as they were pressed against the opening of the orange. Edward stiffened his tongue, thrusting it inside, and scooped pulp from the sides. Juice trickled down his chin, but he didn’t care; he devoured every bit he possibly could. But the abundance of sweet release was too much for one swallow, and Edward needed to pull back, he needed to catch his breath. He was tempted to dive back into the succulent bliss, but instead he took the orange into one hand, tilted his head back and parted his lips wider. He closed his jade eyes and flattened his tongue, squeezing the remaining liquid heaven into his mouth, and reveling in every last drop.
Disappointment quickly filled him as Edward realized the orange was spent. He wanted more. His hands were wet and sticky, and he salaciously removed the remnants of the juice from the tip of each finger with his tongue.
“So fucking good,” he whispered.
As Edward languorously licked his thumb, he seductively eyed the other oranges. He simply didn’t want another, he needed it. He was insatiable. Edward reached for a navel this time, and just as the first, he ceremoniously licked and sucked the orange dry.
A/N
Thanks, as always, to my beta askthemagic8ball.
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~XO
22blue
from MsTallulahBelle
Tallulah/Sarah
Sunday, October 24, 2010
from aylah50
Love, Aylah
an ABC Countdown Outtake by Aylah50
BPOV
The sound of a radio playing music in the distance brought me out of a deep sleep. Stretching my arms over my head, I blinked slowly, opening my eyes to the soft morning light that filled Edward’s bedroom. I sniffed the air, inhaling the delicious scent of warm cinnamon. Giggling, I kicked off the sheets, knowing that Edward was in the kitchen making me breakfast.
School had been out for almost a month now, and Edward and I were spending practically every day together. It had been blissful, being out as a couple without Jane breathing down our necks, or any of our students teasing us. My countdown, now complete, was safely stored in my laptop, although Edward had printed out a copy without my knowing it and had tucked it into his nightstand to use as occasional “inspiration.”
I laughed to myself as I pulled a pair of cotton sweats from one of the drawers he’d cleared out for me, remembering what he’d added to the letter “F” back on the fourth of July.
We’d gone to a barbeque at the Cullen house, where I’d finally met his parents, and a guest of theirs had brought some fire crackers. This was apparently a big tradition, something they did every year. As everyone found spaces in the sprawling yard to enjoy the show, Edward dared me to slip away with him.
He’d taken me up to his old bedroom, which happened to have a spectacular view of the dazzling light show, and whispered the confession that he’d always wanted to fuck to fireworks. He’d made me scream so loud that the booming explosions had barely been enough mask our sounds.
After that, he’d made the suggestion we spend every celebration that way. He said we’d call it “Bella and Edward’s Sexy Holiday Countdown.”
I brushed my teeth quickly and then slipped on my flip-flops before treading down the hall in my sweats and tank top. Pausing at the entrance to the kitchen, I heard Edward humming along with the radio as he cooked.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I heard him say.
Embarrassed at having been caught, I popped my head into the kitchen. “How did you know I was here?” I asked him, flustered.
Edward pointed his spatula in the direction of the hallway behind me. I turned around to see my reflection in the large mirror that hung on the wall. My face blushed scarlet, thinking about the things we’d done in front of that very mirror, and I shrugged, smiling sheepishly back at him.
“You’re so fucking adorable,” Edward murmured, shaking his head. My stomach fluttered with delight at his crooked smile, so much more calm and relaxed than he’d been in school before we were together. He looked adorable in a dark blue T-shirt and blue and white striped sleep pants. His hair was wild as always and I stepped forward to ruffle it even further.
Edward laid his spatula down on the countertop before turning to scoop me into his arms and give me a delicious hug. He buried his nose in my hair and inhaled deeply. “Mmm, you smell better than any food I could cook.”
“Doubtful,” I replied, smiling against his grin as he pulling me in for a kiss.
It started out slow and sweet, but each sweep of his lips over mine, each pass of his warm breath against my mouth made me forget about breakfast; I hungered for his taste instead. I danced my tongue out, darting it playfully against his lower lip.
“Don’t start,” he growled, lowering his hand and swatting me lightly on the rear. “Or I’ll end up burning breakfast.”
Giggling, I settled myself into a kitchen chair. Edward opened the oven and the kitchen filled with the sweet aroma of French toast, letting it cool on the stovetop. The summer air was already thick in the kitchen through the open window, and the blast of heat that leaked from the oven when he’d opened it made sweat bead on my neck.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, reaching for one of the oranges resting on a plate on his counter. “It wasn’t too hot for you?”
“No…” I barely answered him, distracted as I watched his long fingers surround the brightly colored fruit and squeeze it tightly. “Are you making fresh orange juice?”
Edward looked up from where he’d begun rolling the orange across a cutting board and smiled. “I thought it would be a nice surprise.”
He made small talk as he compressed and rolled each one, but I hardly heard a word, compelled by the way the muscles in his forearms contracted with each movement. I licked my lips as his deft fingers worked one after the next, preparing each orange for the juicing.
Mmm, I’d like to lick orange juice as it dripped off his chin.
“What are you staring at?” he asked, smiling suspiciously at me.
“Oh…uh…nothing!” I lied, standing up quickly. “Can I help?”
I joined him at the counter, where Edward handed me a knife so we could halve the oranges. Then he showed me how to carefully cut a circle around the edge, and slightly separate the fruit from the peel.
“Now you grip it tightly and squeeze,” he said softly, lifting one over the pitcher he’d prepared. I watched the juice drip out of the orange and collect at the bottom of the jug.
“Can I try?” I asked, enraptured by his hands as they handled the tender mounds.
Edward stepped out of the way and moved to stand behind me. I reached for an orange half and picked it up, pausing with my arm poised over the jar.
“Like this?” I asked, my fingers contracting around the fruit, feeling the liquid dripping over and through my fingers.
“Perfect,” Edward breathed. He moved closer, and I could feel his breath on my neck. His fingers reached forward to brush along the bare skin between the edge of my shirt and the waistband of my pants, making me shiver.
Grabbing another fruit, I turned around to face him, my back against pressing the counter.
“There’s something I want to try,” I said, a wicked gleam in my eye. I was repeating the very words he’d spoken back in June when he’d knelt over my body, tied to my bedpost by his belt, and slid his cock between my breasts.
I raised my hand to his face, gently nudging his mouth open with the other. Bringing the edge of the orange to his lips, I squeezed it, eyeing the juices as they slid off the peachy insides and onto Edward’s lips. I gasped softly as his tongue slid out to lap at it. His hungry, piercing eyes never left mine, hooded as they always were under his thick, dark lashes. As I’d hoped, some of the orange juice dripped down his chin.
“Ooops,” I said softly. “Let me take care of that.”
I reached around behind me to place the orange back down onto the cutting board and then angled my head forward, running my lower lip over Edward’s perfectly chiseled jaw line. I heard him take a long slow breath and his fingers dipped under the cotton band of my pants. I grinned, sliding my tongue out to lick the juice off his chin.
Edward groaned and lifted his head slightly, allowing me to lick away the drops that had slid under his chin, then lap away the few that had slipped down his neck. When I was satisfied he was sufficiently….licked, I pulled back and smiled at him.
“Did that taste good?” he breathed, staring at me intently. I nodded, feeling my heart begin to race from the fire I saw behind his eyes. “Hmmm,” he continued. “I might just have to try it myself.”
Falling back against the counter with a thud, I gazed at Edward as he reached for another orange half, repeating my actions as he raised it to my mouth. I shivered as the sticky substance slid down my chin, the force of Edward’s hand causing a good amount of it to rush down my neck.
He threw the orange down on the counter and then his mouth attacked my lips, sucking the juice from them with a searing kiss. One of his hands gently tugged the hair at the base of my head, exposing my neck. He laved his tongue over my chin and throat, lapping up every drop of orange juice, nipping at my skin as he went.
“Damn, you’re so sexy,” Edward groaned. He took my juice-covered face in one of his hands and ran his thumb roughly over my cheek as the other fingers gripped the back of my neck. “The things you come up with…it’s making me want to fuck you right here in the kitchen.”
“So do it,” I breathed. I ran my fingers through his unruly locks as we shared another deep, passionate kiss, and I slipped my tongue between his lips to slide along his.
Edward growled and reached down with both hands, hitching each of my legs up over his hips. I could feel how hard he was through his pajama pants. Wrapping my arms around him for leverage, I resumed kissing his neck, delighted to find traces of juice still on his skin. He let go of me to grab something, then turned around and walked us over to the kitchen table, setting me down gently on it.
I placed my palms down on the table behind me and locked my ankles around his back, smiling up at him demurely. Like a magician, he produced another orange half and squeezed it over my neck, sending juice spilling down onto my shoulder.
“Oh, I’m sorry, this might get messy.” Edward’s teasing voice was like smooth honey. He glanced down at my tank top where some juice had accidentally spattered. “Maybe you’d better take this off.”
I frantically tugged the fabric over my head as Edward did the same to his shirt, and then latched onto my neck with his mouth, sucking and biting on my wet skin. He captured one of my breasts in a sticky hand and followed a path of juice down my chest to it with his tongue.
I panted and arched my head back as he teased my nipple before drawing it into his hot mouth. I could feel my panties getting drenched as he rocked his cotton-covered erection against me.
“Edward,” I whimpered as he repeated his ministrations on my other breast. “Please…don’t make me wait.”
“You know I love it when you beg,” he said, smiling against my taut peak. Then I felt his fingers under the waistband of my pants, and seconds later, they’d been tugged off me, falling to the linoleum floor. He yanked down his own pants and boxers, and before he’d stood up again, I’d wrapped my fingers around his cock.
“Fuck, yes, Bella!” Edward looked down at my hand as it stroked him and moved closer to me, grasping my legs in his hands as he lined himself up at my entrance.
The look of pleasure that took over his face as he thrust slowly into me took my breath away. His mouth dropped open slightly and his eyes fluttered closed, then opened again to stare me down with unabashed lust.
Edward reared back and slid all the way into me again, the force of his thrust causing me to lose my grip on the table and I rolled backwards, catching myself on my forearms. He pulled my legs up and placed one over each of his shoulders, kissing each knee gently before reaching lower to wrap his hands around my thighs.
He began to fuck me in earnest, pounding into me as I stared up at him. “Harder!” I begged, and let out a throaty moan when he thrust into me so hard it made the table shake.
Over and over he plunged into me, in and out, the pleasure of it incredibly intense as sweat and juice dripped down our chests. I found myself quickly on the edge of my orgasm and cried out, feeling it suddenly crash through me. I fell back against the table as he found his relief as well, stilling and shuddering inside me.
As our breathing slowed, he smiled down at me, leaning forward to kiss a lingering drop of juice on my chest.
Wow. I really, really like orange juice, I giggled to myself. Guess I’ll have to add that to the letter “O” on the countdown!
from Mac214
You are a force for good in this fandom and a great example that we can do more good here by being positive and supporting each other than tearing each other down and attacking each other. Thank you for being you! For all these reasons, the last outtake of Coming Through the Rye is dedicated to you. Hopefully you’ll think that’s a good thing after you read it - I was told you enjoy of the lemons, and I really did try to write a juicy one for you, but it didn’t quite work out that way.
;-p Happy birthday, sweet pea!
“Hey, guess whit?” I called excitedly as Bella closed the door behind her and walked through the wee hallway to set her messenger bag on the chair in the living room.
She leaned over to kiss me, and I slid my hands against the soft material of her shirt, bunching it along her ribs in my hands and sliding my thumbs against the underside of her tits. As her tongue pushed past my wallies into my gob, I half forgot I really did have good news. We were still newlyweds sort of, but I didnae think I’d ever get sick of touching her.
Bella twisted in my arms and landed in my lap with a jolt, her hair hitting me lightly in the face as she snuggled against my chest.
“I give up,” she answered. “What’s up?”
I was struck dumb for a second because all the blood in my body was suddenly rushing to my tadger, making it hard to think. Bella smiled at me expectantly, and I shook my head, getting my wits back enough to speak.
“Interlukits called this afternoon - I got th’ job.”
Bella bounced on my boaby, now halfway to fully hard and stiffening by the second with the warmth of her arse moving against it. “That’s awesome! I’m so thrilled - when do you start?” She stilled and tightened her arms around my neck in a fierce hug.
I smiled widely against her hair and then winced as her leg pinched my bunnet. I shifted her to the side and adjusted my stonner to a less painful position, grinning apologetically at her when she snickered.
“Next Monday. It’s a relief, fer sure - I hated tae see my savin’s account dwindle.”
Her lips turned down into a frown. “I told you I could cover rent and utilities, Edward. You didn’t need to go halves. I mean, if you’re running low on funds or-”
I cut her off by putting my fingers over her lips and shook my head. “Nae, that’s nae the problem, yeah? I hae plenty, an’ now tha’ I’m workin’ again, maybe we can talk aboot usin’ some of it tae put a down payment on a hoose.”
“Er... really?” Her eyebrows were drawn togither, her forehead wrinkled up.
“Aye. Why not? We’re marrit, an’ we’re gaun tae stay tha’ way. Nae tha’ I mind bein’ all on top o’ ye all the time, but whit if we have bairns? We should hae some space.”
“Speaking of being all on top of you...” Bella swung her leg across me, her knee pressing into the couch next to my hip until she straddled me with our ribs lining up. Even through her suit trousers and the denim of my jeans, I could feel her heat. Just like always, her pussy was like a homing beacon for my cock, and it pressed insistently against my zipper, begging me to set him free. “We should celebrate your new job by, you know, getting naked.”
Her hair swung forward, tickling my neck, as she leaned down kissed my forehead. Her tits pressed against my chest, and I chuckled, nibbling on her chin. Everything about Bella was perfect, but it was times like these - knowing she was as happy about me getting a job as I was - my heart swelled with the love I felt for her. I always wanted her, and I always loved her, but there were moments I realized I loved her so much I never wanted to take my hands off her.
Bella’s kiss dragged down my nose, veering off to the right and leaving a wet trail across my cheek. I sucked her bottom lip into my gob, scraping my teeth gently against her skin. She sighed the sweetest sound, and I smiled. I could barely get my hands between us to slide the top button through the loop of her sark, quickly undoing the rest and pulling tails out of her breeks before pushing both the blouse and suit jacket off her shoulders and down her arms.
With the tops of her soft white breasts rising out of her black bra, I couldnae help leaning into her and burying my neb in her cleavage. Bella’s hands rubbed across the back of my neck, scratching through the hair there while I grunted softly. Her nails were sharp on my scalp, but it wasnae painful - I wanted her to do it more... and harder.
“I wanna see your clatty skids on the floor,” she murmured into the top of my head, laughter in her voice.
I snuffled a guffaw into her bra, kissing the side of her boob before pulling my head away and tickling her ribs. “Clatty skids?” I said with mock indignation. “I’ll hae ye ken I did laundry today. My pants are quite clean, thank ye verra much!”
She groaned and pulled my sweater over my head, the neck getting caught on my ears. Both of us laughed as she untangled me, and I called through the wool, “I even washed a few of yer things, Mrs. Cullen.”
“Oh, Christ on a cracker!” she exclaimed, whipping the jumper away from my eyes. “Does this mean you’re going to have to buy me some new underwear again?”
“Why do ye think I did it?” I smirked at her while I unfastened her belt and the top button on her breeks before slipping the zipper down. She shrieked as I flipped her over onto the hand I slid under back and lowered us both quickly to the floor, my weight pinning her hips to the rug. The sound of her laughter made me grin, although she was still so sexy, every movement making her tits quiver and bounce. “The lacy knickers got tae buy ye last time I washed yer unmentionables were quite fetchin’, they were.”
I hooked my index finger just inside the elastic at her hip and snapped it against her skin while waggling my eyebrows at her.
“You ruined some of my favorite pairs the last time!” Bella snarked, rolling her pelvis up to bump my boaby.
“Och, it’s like tha’, is it?” I braced myself against the floor with one hand and dug the fingers of my other hand into her sides, tickling her again. She bucked and giggled, and then out of no where she farted. Twice.
Bella’s face turned two shades redder than it had been while she was laughing, her eyes going wide and her mouth pinching up. I barked out a sharp laugh, but I did manage to stop tickling her.
“Did you just - “
“Shut up,” she demanded, twisting under me and crawling away.
“No ye don’t.” I grabbed her hips and pressed her flat into the floor as I laid over her. “Ye juist farted!”
“I did not!” She fought under me, trying to throw me off her. There was no way I was going to let her go. I loved her even more than I had just moments before, all because of two squeaking girl farts.
“Oh, please! Ye most certainly did!”
She quit squirming and let her forehead thump to the ground. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Why? Ye cannae tell me ye havenae heard me fart a time or twa o’er the last couple o’ months.”
“Yeah,” she said with a snort, still nae moving. “My bathroom walls are thinner than I thought.”
“Bella?” I ran my fingers through her hair, tangling it around my hand as I rested my palm against her shoulder. “Turn o’er an’ look at me, would ye?”
Bella sighed heavily and wiggled her hips. I lifted off her, and she turned over, her face still red.
“I love ye more than ever. Ye hae never been sexier tae me.”
She rolled her eyes and smirked. “Yeah, after I just polluted the living room with my gas.”
“Ye think I’m kiddin’, lass?” I laid down beside her and guided her fingertips to the bulge in my breeks. I closed my eyes and sucked in a quick breath as she grasped my boaby through the denim.
“Only you could be turned on by flatulence.”
“Wait until ye take a shite in front o’ me. I’ll be turnin’ cartwheels, my dove.”
“Uh, yeah. Don’t hold your breath. A girl’s gotta keep some mystery about her.”
“Mystery, is it?” I smiled as she opened my fly and slid over me, kissing down my stomach until her tongue probed my belly button.
Without a word she shoved her trousers and panties down her legs without breaking from the attention she was paying the skin above my pants, and then sat up and tore them and my jeans from me with a fierce yank. I eyed the bra she still wore, my hands pulling her back down to me and springing the clasp at her back with flick of my fingers.
Bella smiled wryly at me and gently traced the ridge of my bunnet. “I believe we have some celebrating to do.”
A/N: Here’s one last birthday wish to Kassiah!
Glossary:
Wallies - teeth
Gob - mouth
Breeks - pants
Clatty skids - dirty underwear
Bunnet - head of the dick
Tadger, boaby - dick
Stonner - erect cock
Bairns - kids
Sark - shirt
Neb - nose
Pants - underwear
Jumper - sweater
Special thanks to those that edit my work (Viola Cornuta and Askthemagic8ball) and those who preread (Claire, sncmom, JewelzP). Claire made CTtR possible - having a resident of Glencoe, Scotland (Edward’s hometown) advising me on slang and accent was the best thing I could to make everything as accurate as possible. Thanks guys!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
from gkkmouse
I would have sent you some of my Ettouffée, but then I remembered that the post office always asks if your package contains anything hazardous, perishable or potentially dangerous. I realized that those three things pretty much nailed all aspects of my Ettouffée cuz the postal workers would get into fist-fights over who could deliver it (dangerous and potentially dangerous). And I'm pretty sure it's perishable, but I have no proof of this since it's never lasted very long.
Love ya!
-Mouse
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