Tuesday, May 21, 2013

AUTHORS WANTED! Squeeze My Lemon, The Second Squeeze

So, it has been a while since we have posted, but we have a valid excuse: no one is signing up to squeeze! *softly cries* We beg, we plead, we annoy, but alas, no one is available to write. If you have suggestions (including yourself as a writer), please pass them along to us. We want to be squeezed, and so do our readers. Hope to hear from a few of you. dirtycheekymonkeys@yahoo.com

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Squeeze My Lemon ~ 03.06.13 IS UP!

Squeeze My Lemon, The Second Squeeze has officially started. 03.06.13 is up on FFN & TWCS, in which you are squeezed by @ChanseLowell. Do enjoy ;)

Monday, March 4, 2013

Squeeze My Lemon ~ 03.06.13 Teaser

It's time to be squeezed again you cheeky monkeys! We have changed up our guidelines for this go round giving authors multiple choices for prompts. We promise to have all the details up this week on all the new! Come write for us, squeeze us good!

Our first author is new to Squeeze My Lemon, Chanse Lowell

She chose a word prompt: fresh

Enjoy her teaser!

I make the mistake of looking in my rear-view mirror. Edward’s outside. He’s staring at me in amazement as I flee.

And the vision of him watching me leave makes me feel . . . off.

I grip the wheel tighter, and breathe in and out; deep, calming breaths.

I really don’t like that guy.

Fucking stupid, freaking-out body!

I clamp my thighs closed. They’re leaking in the middle for him.

Bastard. Kissing me? Who does that after stealing someone’s car and getting caught?

“Mrraaaahhhhh!” I scream and stretch my neck, continuing to drive as fast as I can.

At a stop light, I rip my hoodie off, and chuck it in the backseat.

Within moments, I’m back home, tucked up safe in my car, hidden away in my own, personal, bat cave.

I almost roll off the seat once I have the door open.

What now?

I’m too exhausted to scrub my car down.

I head inside; find a way to get a few more drops out of the last of my homemade sanitizer.

My feet shuffle around, heavy and uncooperative as I head to my office.

I plunk down in my seat and stare at my newest ideas I’m working on, but my eyes shift away, and I’m anything but interested in working.

How? How did I wind up caring about what he thought about me?

He thinks I’m repellent.

But he kissed you . . .

I fight off a shiver, and look for my sweater, but for some asinine reason, it’s not resting on the back of my chair as usual.

When I pause and think about it . . . I’m not cold. And my sweater’s in the dryer. I had to wash it after I sneezed.

I get up, and strip down, all of the sudden feeling grimy and obnoxiously dirty.

I kick off my Doc Martens and yank off my socks. My black jeans fall to the floor, and I have my black tee shirt off a moment later. I fling it on top of my pants.

They all land under the desk, and I realize that for the first time in my life, I’m being messy, and I don’t give a fuck.

Why should I? I was almost violated.

I traipse back to my bedroom with my head tipped down.

My body wants to crash on me, and when I’m within falling distance of my mattress, I allow myself to land face first into the fluffy comforter I secretly love with all its purple ruffles and flowery patterns.

“Well, fuck, you don’t waste time,” a familiar voice lilts.

“Ahhhhhh!” I scream, and before I can jump off the bed, strong arms grip mine behind me, and I’m suddenly cuffed to the top of my black, iron headboard.

“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna have fun with you!” Edward says with a shifty smile.

“Let me go, you nasty fucker, and I won’t send you straight to prison for this,” I howl.

He nudges my leg with his wrist. “Let’s talk some more about that.” He rubs his jaw. “Or maybe . . . Just maybe, we should talk about how I outsmarted you, breaking into your impenetrable fortress. Rumor is, not only are you invincible, and no one knows who you are, but you’re also supposed to have the most secure home in the US. Not very secure from where I’m standing.” He chuckles and paces at my side, brushing up against the side of the bed as he goes.

My eyes follow him, and I gulp, my stupid mouth, watering again.

God, does he have to be so hot and smell this good?

“Black is overrated. You’d look really good in some other colors like blue, or even red. It would bring out the chocolate in your eyes.” He leans over, his head disappearing, and when he comes back up, he places a red, silky blindfold on my torso.

I try to angle my head up to see what he’s going to do next.

He rests his hand on the bed, an inch away from my leg. I scoot away from him.

“Too close for your liking?” he taunts.

I swallow and keep my eyes opened; focused on him.

“Not much for chatting, huh?” He removes his hand and inches toward my upper body. “Well, maybe if I take away some of your other senses, you’ll be more likely to talk to me.”

I shake my head the second he picks up the blindfold and brings it toward my eyes.

“No, please, God, no!”

“Yes, please, God, yes,” he mocks me, smirking.

He slips it over my eyes, and a moment later, I hear the unmistakable sound of a cap on a bottle being flipped open.

“What is that?” I ask, my head lifting higher, my body perking up.

“I don’t want your germs,” he says. “It’s hand sanitizer, since I’m definitely gonna have to touch you.”

A soft, pleading whimper chokes its way out of my chest. “Please don’t.”

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

It's time to start squeezing again...

So after so much needed rest (and one too many cold showers), it's time for us to start squeezing again.

We are going to be starting Squeeze My Lemon again soon and we are looking for authors to sign up, giving them time to play with their lemon and squeeze the sweetest juices from it. If you have author recommendations, let us know! We have knee pads and we aren't afraid to beg, so bring on those suggestions!

Get those clean panties ready....it will be lemon time soon ;)

We are also looking for any help with the blog and DCM, just a little help goes a long way, like lube :D.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Squeeze My Lemon ~ 10.03.12 IS UP!

The 100th Posting of Squeeze My Lemon, 10.03.12 is posted with featured squeezer SunKing is up on FFN & TWCS! Read, pant, review!

Monday, October 1, 2012

Squeeze My Lemon ~ 10.03.12 Teaser

We are extremely honored and pleased to have SunKing squeezing us for our 100th posting. Not only is she squeezing us, but giving us an exclusive outtake of her T rated fic Sugar. Enjoy the teaser!

Inch by inch, the zipper revealed ivory skin, lit by moonlight and the midnight beads of her dress. She shivered as the silk and glass fell away, exposing her to the warmth of the evening and the touch of my hands. I wanted to kiss her everywhere, to taste every inch, but I started with the nape of her neck as the fabric fell to the blanket at our feet.

She wore nothing but a slip of lace and satin beneath the dress. If I’d known that’s what she considered underwear, I’d have had her carted away from the stupid dance before it even began. My fingers itched to slip them from her hips, but she turned before I could.

Without breaking eye contact, she began working the buttons of my shirt. Her tongue peeked between her lips as she struggled with the second, her fingers too shaky to get a good grip. When I moved to help, she shook her head and clenched her hands into fists.

“Let me,” she whispered. “I really want to do this.”

Wednesday, September 26, 2012