Double Slash recs from SubtlePen

I had a hard time choosing just one rec for my turn at the one-shot Wednesday rec, especially between these two great stories. There seems to be a bunch of camping/hiking fics lately, and that is just fine with me. There is something inherently UNF to me about a man who knows what he’s doing, shouldering a pack and heading out into the wilds. Combine that with a little slashy goodness, and I’m done for.

I thoroughly recommend:
White Blaze to Lone Star

ArcadianMaggie

9,303

42

Edward, while backpacking on the Appalachian Trail in Tennessee, meets fellow hiker Jasper. Originally written for the Fics for Nashville compilation. Edward/Jasper, AH, Slash, Rated M.

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ArcadianMaggie’s White Blaze to Lone Star tells the story of Edward, starting a section hike of the Appalachian Trail (the ‘AT’, which runs from Springer, GA to Katahdin, ME) with his brother Emmett during the summer before starting medical school. Adopting the trail names Pre-Med Ed, Big Bear and Goldilocks(Em’s gf Rosalie), we learn about shelter registers, and the other hikers on the trail ahead of our kids, from anecdotes written in notebooks at each campsite. One of the other hikers is Lone Star, who writes in the shelter register about losing his hiking partner…

Pirate Pete had bailed after the fifth straight day of rain and the reality of being away from his girlfriend Charlotte for so long, leaving Lone Star to change his name to Lonesome Star. His entries were fascinating, full of small poems, gorgeous sketches and occasional rambling stream of consciousness paragraphs. I was a little in awe of his creativity, feeling uptight and boring in comparison.

"Hey, Eddie, take a look at this one," Emmett called out as he leafed through the book. "Lone Star sounds like he's losing it." I read the entry, a small poem about a lonesome cowboy, feeling homesick under the starry sky. The rhythm to the words made me think that maybe these were actually song lyrics he'd been writing. “Poor guy. I wish we could catch up to him…”

Edward decides to go on ahead of Emmett and Rose, and catch up to Lonesome Star. After eight grueling days, he finally succeeds. The hesitant friendship that develops soon bubbles over into something neither of them expects, yet is absolutely welcome and undeniable. During an off-trail stop for showers, a hot meal and a clean bed (and a few margaritas), they finally allow themselves to let go.

When we finally made it back to the room, I waited, hanging on to Jasper as he unlocked the door. I leaned in and ran my tongue over the shell of his ear, sucking on his lobe, saying huskily, "Are you going to help me get undressed and tuck me into bed too?" Okay, I was still pretty fucking drunk. I doubt I would ever have had the nerve to say something like that sober.

Jasper groaned. "Fuck, Edward." He yanked me into the room and shut the door, shoving me against it and pressing his entire body against mine. His grey eyes stared intently into my own and I could feel his hard on pushing into me.

Yeah – for what happens next you’re gonna have to read it yourself. Honestly, this fic made me wish I’d never stopped dreaming of hiking the AT. Maybe some day I still will…

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Hard as a Rock

Chele681

8,667

28

A geology expedition yields a cache of life experience for college students Emmett and Jasper. Their most prized find? Each other. AH SLASH (an entry for the "The Me and Mr McCarty" One-Shot Contest)

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Chele681’s Hard as a Rock didn’t win any awards in the Me and Mr. McCarty contest, but it certainly deserved to.

Emmett and Jasper are paired together by the instructor of an online Geology course to complete a field exercise in Oregon. Having only exchanged a few brief emails before the trip, they spend the first few hours of their expedition getting to know one another as they collect samples and share stories of their lives, solidifying an easy friendship.

"See? Now that's fucking beautiful, man," he said enthusiastically. "But we've already found our quota for quartz. I think you should keep it. It'll give you something to remember this trip."

I watched him while he spoke, his presence indelibly marking itself in my history. Holding the stone in my hand, I knew that years from now when I looked at it, it wouldn't be a field trip to Oregon I remembered.

It would be Jasper.

As the weekend goes quickly by, Emmett struggles with his confusing attraction to Jasper, especially when Jasper reveals that he is gay, and a climbing accident almost ends in tragedy. On their last night in camp, Emmett can no longer deny what is happening between them.

“…I don't know what's going on here. This is all pretty fucking new to me, like, this morning new. I'm completely out of control. I don't even know why I feel this way about you."

"How do you feel about me?"

"Never mind. I don't do this."

"So you're straight? Is that what you're trying to tell me? Because, the hard-on you've been sporting since yesterday is calling you a liar, and I have a tendency to fucking agree with it."

"No, you're right. I have no fucking idea what I'm doing, I admit it. Yes, my fucking cock wants to follow you around like a puppy. It's more than that, though. I've never felt anything like this."

Knowing Jasper will be leaving immediately after their expedition for a two-year stint in the Peace Corps makes the ending of this story bittersweet.

I could hear the ocean in the distance like a far away train. The similar rhythm of Jasper's breath was so close, in and out.

"So you've never been with a man before?" Jasper asked.

"No."

"I thought not."

"I want to be with you, though." I said. My voice sounded shaky, even to me.

His breath escaped him in a sigh, "I thought so."

"Oh. That's cool if you're not -"

Before I could finish he interrupted, "No, It's not that I don't. Fuck, Emmett. I'm only here for the weekend. I'm not prepared for this…any of this. In two weeks I'll be living in a hut without indoor plumbing. I'm not sure I'll even have a phone. I can't even promise to call you. Up until yesterday I knew, unequivocally, that it was the greatest decision I'd ever made. I still know it's the right thing to do, but I'm feeling an entirely different kind of selfish now. I don't want to toy with you. I can't stay, but god, I just...I want to touch you so fucking badly right now."

I heard the desperation in his voice. It mirrored mine.

"Please," I said.

I am happy to admit that I outright begged Chele681 for a continuation. You will, too.

Nina knows the "Secret's In The Sauce"

Secret's In The Sauce

cevuplay

6,645

26

When Jasper signed his little sister Bella, and his best friend, Edward, up for cooking classes for the summer, he didn't realize that what he did would irrevocably change them all. One shot for the Lovin in the Oven Contest.

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This was an entry for the Lovin' In the Oven contest. Originally when Emmy sent me the link to the contest I assumed it was one-shots about being pregnant. Um... it's not. I went through the summaries and read them all but I really enjoyed this one.

Anyone that knows me or has had the displeasure of listening to me rant about whoreward and virginellas and my dislike for them. That being said, you won't find that here. What you do find is a realistically portrayed 18 year old Bella with reasonable experiences for her age and a slightly older Edward finding out just how little he knew about his best friend's little sister.

Being that it's a o/s I was impressed with the amount of story the author worked into it, lemon included. It easily read like a short story and I'm grateful for that. She even managed to work in the rest of the characters without it feeling crowded or overdone.

I only found out who the author was today. I don't know where she placed in the contest but I do look forward to reading more of her work :)

Bethie incurs some Freezer Aisle Head Trauma

Freezer Aisle Head Trauma

Krugness

7,968

25

Bella's a bit saucy, not a blush to be found...Edward's a tired resident with hidden treasures...A chance meeting in the freezer aisle...Is it fate? A Tattward & Inkella One Shot Entry

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Every once in a while I go back and revisit old contests to check out the entries that didn't get much notice, to see if there is a gem that was over-looked. It is in the archives of the Tattward & Inkella contest that I stumbled across "Freezer Aisle Head Trauma". How I ever missed this the first time around, I have no idea. First, it has an intriguing title. Next, the summary (which we all know sucks to write), a saucy Bella and a Dr.Ward, yes and fuck yes.

This all kicks off, as the title suggests, in a grocery store. Both Edward and Bella are picking up a few things for dinner on their way home from work, when Edward finds Bella trying to retrieve her favorite ice cream.

Edward had spotted her in the freezer aisle as she bent over to reach the bottom shelf. She was wearing a pale yellow skirt that hugged her shape until just above her knees where it flared out showing off her legs. The shape of her hips made his palms itch grab a hold of them and learn their shape by heart.

Visions of those same hips sans the skirt began to affect the fit of his scrubs as his cock began to swell. As he stepped closer to her she leaned just a little further into the freezer causing her thin silky blue shirt to slip and show a narrow strip of skin on her back.

He barely held back a groan at the sight of the ink on her back. It looked like flames but there was not enough skin showing to tell for sure. His fingers then began to twitch with the urge to reach out and slide her shirt further up her back so he could indulge himself with the sight of her tattoo. He was so involved in his fantasy of tracing the ink on her back to find out how far it extended that he didn't realize that he had moved to stand almost directly behind her. The woman suddenly sighed and took a step back from the freezer. Before Edward could move away she backed into him and stopped.

Startled, Bella stands up too fast knocking her head into the shelf. A domino affect occurs where he drops his basket to catch her, they slip in the mess his shattered basket causes, and end up in a heap on the floor. After some debate, Edward insists that Bella let him take her to the hospital, call a friend, or take her home with him, so her head injury can be monitored.

"I'll make you a deal" He said. "I'll drive you to my house, it's not far from here, you can use my shower and I'll loan you some clothes while yours get washed. I'll even order dinner since we aren't presentable for a night out. I'll even promise to be a gentleman." The crooked grin he flashed at her made up her mind. A chance to get into his house and shower may just provide an opportunity to scratch the itch that had tormented her all day.

"I accept your offer," She grinned with a twinkle in her eye, "as long I get to chose dinner and you take back your offer to be a gentleman."

After she almost slips again getting up, Edward swoops Bella up into his arms, and they start out to his car. On the way, she sees his piercings in his ears, which starts a conversation about them. As they flirt and tease their way to his car, a conversation about their tattoos also begins.

Their rush to Edward's house is briefly way laid when they both receive phones calls. Turns out they had both promised to meet up with friends and/or family tonight, who were trying to hook them up. The friends/family are all one in the same little be known to Edward and Bella. Alas, they both blow off their commitment to continue their night together. Only their friends are the wiser that they are completing the evening how they had hoped.

Once back at Edward's apartment, they waste no time:

"Do you want a tour?"

"Edward," she said "the only room I'm interested in right now is your bedroom."

The rest of the story plays out as they explore piercings with tongues and tattoos with touches.

"I hope you left the gentleman outside the bedroom, Edward" growled Bella.

Edward leaned over piercing her with his burning eyes.

"You can fucking bet on it" he growled back and with that he moved up and thrust into her.

I'll leave you to discover the rest of the delicious lemon on your own. In the end, she leaves us with them cluing into their friends' secret, as they head to a post-coital shower. This story left me smiling, and knowing these two had lots of good times in and out of the bedroom ahead of them.

Final talley
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Edward: four tattoos, 3 ear & 2 nipple piercings
Bella: 3 tattoos, numerous ear & 1 belly button piercing
Bethie: fanning herself

gkkstitch likes it On The Double

On The Double


MasenVixen

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It's Bella's first day on the job as a body double in the new Edward Masen film. First up? The sex scene...O/S for the Haiti Compilation. Rated M for lemons. AH

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Anyone who knows me will tell you I'm not an AHAU fan. I don't hate it—or even avoid it for that matter—but it's simply not my first choice when it comes to Twilight Fanfiction. By my definition, Twilight FF has to be about vampires, but I'll still read a good story regardless what the writer names the characters. So I kinda feel like I'm betraying my morals here by doing a PPSS review of an AH fic, but, dammit, I loved it too much!

Bella is a 23-year old law student in southern California who is a stand-in on the side. She isn't aspiring to become an actress. She just needs to pay for school. She gets a call one day that a production that is already filming is having a casting crisis, and ask her to be a body double instead of just a stand-in. The director is Carlisle Cullen and the film stars the beautiful, sexy and famous Edward Masen.

Did I mention that they need her for the sex scene with the star? No? Hmm... how could I forget that and torture all of you like this? SHAME ON ME! (chuckle)

Mike Newton makes a cameo in this one-shot as a production assistant. Alice is there, too, as the make-up artist who assures a very nervous Bella that Edward Masen is a consummate professional. (Did I spell that right? It's so close to consumate, ya know? And it would be just like me to make that intentional slip-up. Oops, did I just admit that out loud? Delete-delete-delete-delete)

"Well, I don't blame you for being a little jittery, Bella. That's perfectly normal." She stroked my hair softly now, rolling it into large Velcro rollers as she worked. "Of course it's a bit unconventional for him to be shooting a scene with an untrained double—much less a sex scene—but I promise there's really nothing to be scared of. Edward is a consummate professional. I've worked with him on five films now, and I promise he'll make sure you're completely comfortable."

I've never officially been "in the business", but I have enough TV & Radio background that I've occasionally been called in by friends who are, to run cameras and help out in the booth once in a while. So I've seen enough of the behind-the-scenes to know that MasenVixen got this story dead-on in many aspects. Joan and Joe Average off the street are all all flutter about anything to do with television, but for those who spend twenty hour days doing this work seven days a week, it tends to loose it's glamour. So I could truly appreciate the ho-hum attitude of Alice and Mike and Emmett as they kindly make Bella feel at ease.

I strode toward the soundstage hurriedly before I realized that I had no idea where I was going or what the hell I was doing. Just then, I felt two huge hands - paws, really - squeeze my shoulders.




"You must be Bella," a deep voice boomed as he spun me around to face him. "I'm Emmett. Your Assistant Director. The Doc to your McFly. The Mr. Miyagi to your karate kid. You need anything, you just ask me ..."

I absolutely loved the way MasenVixen paced this story so that you felt like you, too, were on pins and needles with Bella waiting for the one person who you knew was going to make your heart flip in your chest. While Bella is standing there in her pasties, thong and robe, she hears Edward.

Or rather, I heard the hushed whispers, the gasps and the nervous giggles that preceded his presence ... I tried not to stare as he padded around the room ... desperately trying to appear disinterested ... But it was futile.




He was wearing a bathrobe, for God's sake.


I realized, obviously, that I was also wearing a bathrobe. The same bathrobe, in fact. But this was Edward Masen. And he was here. Separated from me only by twenty feet, a terrycloth bathrobe, and a sash that hung oh-so-loose on his glorious hipbones.

Just as she's trying to get a handle on the fact that her heart is trying out for it's own part in The Great Escape, Emmett (bless his heart) walks over and whispers to Edward, whose eyes shoot in her direction.

I could see the credits in my head. "Starring Bella's Erratic Heart in the lead role, The Great Escape is both thrilling and wetting for panties everywhere! Nominated for four Oscars, including Best Slack-Jawed-Stare, Best Please-Form-Coherent-Words-When-My-Mouth-Opens, and Best I-May-Have-Orgasmed-When-He-Walked-Toward-Me. Coming soon to a theater near you!"

This story is written in first person and MasenVixen took full advantage of that, giving us the type of internal dialogue any of us would have if approached by our teen-aged movie-star crushes.

"Hello, I'm Edward Masen," he said, hand outstretched.




Uh, yeah, I think I've seen you somewhere before. Like on the wallpaper of my MacBook.




"...it's a pleasure to meet you. I realize the circumstances are a little unusual ... I usually at least take a woman to dinner before we wind up naked in bed together," he quipped.




"Um, uh, well-"




"Oh, Bella," he laughed. "I'm obviously kidding. Look, I know it's weird, but just relax. I won't bite."




Damn, that's too bad.

I had to laugh out loud at that line, because I thought the same thing.

By the time Edward started to tease her about keeping her tongue to herself for their scene for the camera, I was completely into the scene in the story and felt I was there with them, grinning. I may have paused there to send out a thank-you tweet to MasenVixen, but I can't recall now, because I needed to keep reading, not unlike I am doing now using this review as an excuse to read it once again!

Even as Carlisle had them set the scene, you could feel the excitement. Edward very sweetly keeps asking Bella if she's okay, but he is being so damn professional about it, I almost thought this was going to be a... a.... What do you call a cock block for women? Pussy plug? Log jam? Hmm....

...Sorry. I get distracted like that sometimes.

Anyway, when Carlisle frames the shot and gives Edward some very liberal instructions you are so caught up in Bella's perspective that it was ridiculously easy to believe that you are right there in the moment with her, faintly aware of the entire production staff looking on and Not. Caring. At. All.

"Ok, you two, we're just going to have you go with it now. You know the premise. This is make-up sex we're talking about, so Edward, we need sweet at first. Tender. Bella, you're pissed at him still, so you kind of warm to it gradually. I'll tell you when to take it up a notch."




And with that, I was engaged in the hottest foreplay of my life.

I felt giddy myself when Carlisle finally gave Bella direction to "start to react" to Edward, and I thought I'd never read three more wonderful words in my life. That is until I read Edward's response to Bella's nervous hesitation: "You can touch me."

I want to talk more about what happened next when I read this the first time, but sadly, I fell off my chair and suffered a concussion. Everything is a little fuzzy from that day. So you'll just have to settle for my thoughts from my SECOND reading.

"Ok, that's good. That's good," Carlisle praised. "Now Edward, flip her so that she's on her back and you're on your side leaning over her. Then look at her for a bit. We want to do a close-in shot of your face."




I shifted to my back as Edward leaned over me and slid his hand to rest behind my neck. And then he stared - no, burned - into my eyes with his. He was completely still, tensed for the shot, save for the thumb that rubbed circles behind my ear, and the tongue that darted out to wet his lips.




The silent stare was sexy at first. Then smoldering. Then slightly uncomfortable as the time passed. I became acutely aware that I was, for all intents and purposes, naked beneath him. And that his near-naked body was hovering over mine—in a room full of people.




His breath was warm against my mouth, separated by mere inches. His eyes were still locked on mine as I struggled to maintain the contact. The effort became nearly impossible as his eyes seemed to be moving closer together. I realized, then, that he was crossing them intentionally. Trying to lighten the moment.

I really started to think that Edward was just as professional as Bella had been told he was when he crossed his eyes, but I have to admit that I had my doubts, too. There was no way the camera would have caught his thumb moving behind her ear. That was a huge hint that she was affecting him just as much as he was affecting her. I'd bet dollars to blowjobs, um, donuts, that he crossed his eyes to remind himself to lighten up and get to work. <--OMG, I love what I just typed there, and I am NOT changing it. When Carlisle gets his shot and gives them the green-light to kick it up a notch, Edward reassures Bella on how he'll proceed: "The key here is timing. I'm going to thrust my hips forward, and, from the back, it will look like we're touching, but don't worry, I'll keep a small space between us - I've done this a million times, okay?"


Yeah, right, big guy.

It all starts to go in Bella's favor when Edward's eyes stare at her lips, then her neck, then her chest, and he has to murmur a reassurance but you're not sure if it's to her, or for himself.

He lowered himself onto me then, bracing his weight on his left elbow, cupping my cheek with his right hand ... Despite my attempts at professionalism, at indifference, I lost myself momentarily in the tenderness of the gesture ... Unthinking, I turned my face to nuzzle into his palm, inhaling the hot, clean scent of him. My eyes fluttered closed as I melted into his touch.




"Nice, Edward. You read my mind. Tender, apologetic." Carlisle's voice interrupted my reverie and I blinked my eyes open ... "Bella, you're doing well, sweetie," Carlisle reassured me. "Just let Edward lead you. Ok, Edward, go ahead."

Oddly enough, I found myself so caught up in the scene that the interruptions from Carlisle as he gives them directions was not disrupting to me at all. Never once did it pull me out of the story. It was practically expected, and actually made the entire scene even more erotic because, let's face it, you can't get more public than a room full of people and cameras all staring at you when you're pretending to have sex with a hunka-hunka-burnin'-love!

Edward slid down my body, positioning himself between my legs, poised as if he were about to enter me. I was struggling to maintain some semblance of composure as the warmth from his body heat registered between my legs. Before I had fully gotten a hold of myself, his head dropped to my ear unexpectedly ... he whispered too softly for anyone but me to hear. "You are so fucking beautiful, Bella."




Oh. My. God.




... he was - "acting." But he'd said my name. Edward Masen had said I was beautiful.




We were acting, weren't we?




A moment later he thrust forward, pressing his thumb hard into my hipbone, signaling me that it was time to react. But I didn't need the signal to trigger the look—the moan—that escaped my lips as Edward's body pitched forward into mine.

And I know you want me to go on, and on... and on, but trust me, you really don't. You want to read this for yourself. You won't be disappointed. My only warning to you is that you might want to move hard furniture (or your Marvin the Martian scuplture) away from where you are when you read this. Or already be sitting on the floor. ...And make sure your medical insurance is up to date.... and if you happen to be on any kind of prescription, check with your pharmacist if accelerated heart-rate and wet panties could have adverse affects when used in combination with this story.

I'll just add one final observation.

I love the double-meaning in the title. ON the Double. heh heh... pervs.

Jeanne gets wrapped up in "The Mortal Coil"

The Mortal Coil


eddiescherry

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One soul in peril, the other lost for eternity. What begins on a dark night at a cliff's edge, will end in a way that neither of them could have foreseen.

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Language is very important. It's not just a tool to communicate, but it is a form of expression. What you choose to express and how you choose to expresses it can say a great deal about who you are. I, as many of you may know, am a crude h00r. I swear, talk trash and have been know to spit on occasion. However, this does not mean that I do not have a taste for refinement. In fact, I have a secret obsessive love of erotica and artistic language, when it is done well. Eddiescherry's The Mortal Coil is a wonderful example of the kind of erotic language that thrills me.

This story was originally written for the There Will Be Blood fic contest, it took 2nd place Judges Choice. Personally, I felt that it should have won, not because of any short coming on the part of it's competitors, but rather because it so wholy pwned the concept of the contest.

Write us some sexy vampire lovin and just when things get really hot, let them get a taste of what they REALLY want.

Sex and blood drinking; that's what the contest called for and that's what this story brings in force. Now there are some of you that may shy away from the idea of feeding and fucking. Normally, I would nod my head and ask you to not read, but this time I'm calling you wimpy bitches out. That's right.

This is an Edward (Vampward) and Bella story, that's right, did I stutter? No! You know that if I am taking the time to reccommend a fic that's featuring a canon pairing it must really be something special. If I can put on my big girl pants and go out of my comfort zone, than so can you. This story is worth it.

This is Edward and Bella. They are together, there is a connection between them. It is both sexual and preditory. This story is not just hot it is volcanic. Most of the inciderary sexiness I can credit to this Vampward, and oh, what a Vampward he is...


A dry rumble begins in his center, emanating up through his torso until it forces its way from his lips in almost a bark. It is…a laugh? Yes, that is what this strange sensation must be. Unintentional on his part, merely a remnant of his former existence: long forgotten and never missed. He gazes down at her, dark lust and death emanating from his eyes, not the slightest trace of humanity evident.

"I am no angel."

There really is no other response to this but UNF!

The language in this story is breathtaking, and while the themes and premise are dark, Eddiescherry eases you into it so artfully you don't realize how truly dark it is until it's over. This is erotica at it's finest. It is lush, vibrant and fucking mouthwatering. By the end of the story you're ready to ask for this Edward to "save" you.

Now, I will warn you that the ending is heart-fail, without a doubt, but once you get there you will understand that it was worth it. Please give this dark jewel of a one shot a try. Just take a taste of what Eddiescherry's offering, and I swear you'll come back for more. I know I am. *licks lips greedily*

booboo kitty let's it "Just Be"

Just Be


MsKathy

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166

Edward has competed with Bella every step of his adult life - culinary school, opening their own restaurants and finally on Iron Chef America. Will Iron Chef Cullen's cuisine reign supreme?

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Hola! Honorary Perv, booboo kitty here with your weekly edition of One Shot Wednesday!

When I was told to rec and rev a one shot for this Wednesday, there was only one clear choice in my wee kitteh brainz. Just Be but the fanfuckingtastic MsKathy.

This little one shot melds two of my most favorite things on the planet, smut and food. Throw in a healthy helping of Iron Chef Edward and this kitty was sold. The first line alone was enough to make me giddy before it even got to the good shit…


Bella Mother Fucking Swan had been my arch nemesis in the kitchen for years.

I mean really, how can you NOT love something that starts off like that? Not to mention the whole thing in written in EPOV and God damn if I don’t love me some EPOV!

As you can guess, our little Ed has a bit of a chip on his shoulder for Bella as well as a secret crush on said fair maiden and like most men are completely clueless that she wants to make with the hot kitchen sexy timez.

This one shot really does have all the right ingredients for a delicious lemony treat!

The UST is wicked hot with all of the food and cooking talk and when they finally get down to b’ness, it is one of the most, if not THE most sensual things I’ve ever read!


"Do you want to wash or dry?" I asked, trying to restart the conversation between us.

"Wash. You can dry and set them on the counter."

The water ran, filling the sink, and it felt like the distance between us was growing. I had to fix things, had to get them back to where they'd been before. My eyes focused on her hands dipping in the soapy water, and I decided to be bold. Walking up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her, then dipped my hands into the hot water. When my fingertips found her hands, I threaded them together.

"Or I could help you wash?"

Pressing my body against hers, I paused to run my nose along the column of her neck. Her head tilted back against my chest and her fingers tightened with mine, curling and releasing in some unspoken rhythm.

Small kisses beneath her ear turned into nips at her shoulders, and I pressed against her more, harder. Bella sighed and pushed back against me, spurring me on. Giving me permission.

*dreamy sigh* I swear, I LIVE for this shit. LIVE FOR IT! Then he bends her over the arm of a couch and tells her…


"Touch yourself," I practically growled.

Jesus Mary fucking JANE! It was like MsKathy reached inside my perverted little fantasies and plucked that nugget out.

So I guess in closing I suggest you walk, nay RUN over and read this little lemon tart and leave delicious MsKathy some lovin!

As for me, I plan on humping her leg at Comic Con :)

Kitteh out!

Emmy’s Buried Deep

This Buried Life


Emmanuelle Nathan

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Bella Swan is content with her career and her new life in London but feels that there is still something missing. Will a chance encounter with sinister yet intriguing stranger hold the answer to what she truly desires? AU. Rated M lemony reasons.

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I am sort of cheating this week... (GASP!) (I know, I know!!) This WAS a one-shot, but Emmanuelle has just turned this into a full WIP.... :D

But I loved it as a one-shot, even though it is still unknown if it will be WussPerv safe or not! EeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeP!
But goodness gracious me! Its crackling choc-a-block full of TENSION & LUST & DARKNESS! Its delightful. Edward is mean and moody, demanding and delicious! Mmmmmmmmmh


His hand slowly moves down and cups my chin, before his fingers slip down my neck. They rest on my pulse point at the junction of my neck and shoulder. I shiver and his lips twitch. My brain wants him to stop, but my body is desperate for him to continue. My rational thoughts tell me that he won't dare to go any further. My body rejoices as his fingers prove me wrong and slowly trace down my arm, deliberately brushing my breast and pausing there, sending shocks to my nipples and further down.

His eyes haven't left mine, and I see something dark moving behind them. I know what it is. It's desire unfurling and I'm not sure I want to see or feel any more than I already am. His fingers brush down the side of my torso and come to rest on my hip bone.

"Tomorrow you are going to wear your wrap around dress again." It's a statement, not a question. The words startle me out of my haze.

"Aren't you?" Again, it's said more as a demand rather than a question, and I manage only one response.

"Yes."

And with my answer, I realize we are pulling into my station, the doors are opening and I am moving away from him and stepping off the train with countless, faceless others.

What just happened?

Yup Bella & Edward are strangers on a train (or are they?) and Edward is making certain demands of Bella that she cannot help but to concede to. That she cannot help but crave....No ruddy wonder!!!

He knows what he wants, he also knows what she wants and makes sure they both get it. Now the multi-fic I should not be speaking about, but it gets better. Edward gets bolder. Bella gets more vulnerable (& turned on!) and things get a whole lot more complicated. If you like your Edward with an edge; if you like an assured, career girl, experienced and sexual Bella; if you like naughty things done in public and if you want an intriguing plot - with a potential AU (we still don’t know if he is vamp or human). Then READ THIS FIC! Its feck hot & I am quite in love with it at the mo. Even if its a bit dangerous. (I like it! Sssssh!)

Chele goes "South of the Border"

South of the Border, a Toxic outtake


Sweet Dulcinea

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It's the last night of Spring Break, and things get wilder than Peter ever expected. Will Jasper & Alice crashing in their room ruin Peter & Bella's night? Nah, you know me better than that! My FFFA from 3/26

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South of the Border is exactly the kind of one-shot that got my perv-loving self hooked on fanfic, by captivating my mind, my heart, and my pants.

It is engrossing, well-written, and incredibly hot.

If I'd have been the kind of girl to party in Mexico on spring break from college, I'd have wanted to do it with Sweet Dulcinea. South of the Border is an outtake from her story Toxic, but fear not, you need not read a word of the other to be able to enjoy this exercise in voyeuristic smut. Oh, no. This little gem lays on its back like a dirty little h00r... err stands on its own. You know what I'm trying to say.

Now, it may not shock you that the story I am recommending features a non-canon pairing: Peter and Bella.

If you don't know Peter, this is a great way to become intimately acquainted with him. Sweet Dulcinea writes Peter like no other. He is sexy, funny, and masculine for days.

Peter and Bella are college sweethearts on spring break in Puerto Vallarta, along with their friends Alice, Jasper and Angela. After spending the days lounging on the beach, they like to hit up the scene for some liquid refreshment where things quickly get heated. Bella and Angela decide to put on a bit of a show by locking lips at the bar, which sparks Peter's animalistic side. The level of sexual connection between Bella and Peter is apparent from the moment they head back to the hotel. Their raw need for one another is tempered by humor and lighthearted banter which had me laughing even through the haze of erotic tension.

When they get back to the hotel room, things heat up quickly. Peter really knows how to put his face in it, if you know what I mean.



"Our clothes were ripped off and tossed about in a flurry of fabric and grabbing, groping hands as we kissed and tugged on one another. I lifted Bella once more, tossing her onto our bed and watching her body - and her tits - bounce when she landed. Without hesitation, I dropped down to the floor at the edge of the bed and yanked her legs so that she was perched at the edge of the mattress. Parting her thighs forcefully, I sunk between them, lapping at her in a long stroke from her opening to her clit and back down again. I felt uncontrollable as I continued, using my hands and my mouth to make her moan louder and writhe more desperately with each passing minute. Something primal and desperate had taken command of me, and all I wanted to do was bury my face in her soft, wet pussy and stay there for days."

Just when things seem to be coming to a climax, there's a knock at the door; Jasper and Alice have come to take refuge since their room is otherwise occupied. A situation that could have been a cockblock of epic proportions turns into one of the steamiest scenes imaginable as each couple tries to find their release. The voyeuristic clench factor on this is a million.



"I'll be quiet, I promise. Just think of how hot it would be to know I was forced to hold back from screaming for you. Baby, you know what you do to me."

Just then, before I could protest, an unmistakable little feminine moan pierced the silence, followed by a quick "Shh." Bella's hips rolled against mine once more, and whether reflexive or intentional, I bucked back against her.

"Fuck me," Bella said determinedly, but this time her words were louder, and I knew our friends would hear them. What happened next was unlike anything I had ever imagined."


Sweet Dulcinea keeps the scene so real, relying on descriptions of sound, shadow and movement to paint the picture of what is going on in the adjacent bed. It would have been so easy to take this to a whole different level by turning this into a massive orgy (which I'm never opposed to), but by retaining the integrity of the independent couples, it carries a viscerally erotic tone. It feels entirely possible. I believe it completely.

You need to read South of the Border. This story makes me want to have sex in the same room with my friends.

Anyone looking for a roomie for ComiCon? You can find me at the bar.