Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Squeeze My Lemon ~ April 27 IS UP!
Squeeze My Lemon for 04.27.11 is up. Warning, just go ahead and get some new panties right now. Read, pant, and review.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Squeeze My Lemon ~ April 27 Teaser
SML Teaser from CitizenCullen25: I squirmed in my seat as my Administrative Assistant, twenty three year old Edward Cullen, began filing folders. He had a body that begged to be fucked. His long perfect fingers were the stuff fantasies were made of, and his face could have been on billboards. I wanted him bad, but with me being thirty eight years old and his boss, there wasn't much chance of that happening, until I came up with the plan for an office retreat. My main goal for the upcoming weekend was to fuck Edward raw and show him what the term "cougar" really meant.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Squeeze My Lemon ~ April 27
NSFW! Here is the picture prompt that CitizenCullen25 has chosen to use for her entry on April 27.
We have a tease and hoping to have it post on The Fictionators' Teaser Monday before posting here.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Squeeze My Lemon ~ April 20 IS UP!
Squeeze My Lemon for 04.20.11 Is Up on ffn & TWCS. Read, Pant & Review!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Squeeze My Lemon ~ April 20 Teaser
NSFW!! Shpwhitney is writing for us this week, bringing her own picture prompt that is steamy all on it's own. And instead of a teaser, she gave us the premise: Bella returns home from a book tour to embark on her newest project - making a baby with her incredibly sexy husband.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Squeeze My Lemon ~ April 13 IS UP!
Squeeze My Lemon for 04.13.11 is up on ffn and TWCS! Please read, swoon, review, change your panties and attack your significant other (in that order please).
Monday, April 11, 2011
Squeeze My Lemon ~ April 13 ~ Pic & Teaser
This week we are bubbling with excitement for 22blue. She has choosen #5 from our picture prompts to write an outtake of her fic Red, the winner of Beyond the Pale Contest. And here is a teaser:
Edward yawned audibly, it was close to midnight.
"It's late," she said. "Do you want to go to sleep?"
He considered the word "sleep" for a moment, wondering if other things might occur before actual sleep. He quickly rid his mind of that thought not wanting to push her. "Can I take a shower first?"
“Of course,” she said, and showed him where the linen closet was located, pulling out an oversized, beige towel.
He didn’t ask for her to join him, but he wondered if she would. Too soon, he chided himself.
Bella paced her bedroom, gnawing at her thumbnail. She opened and closed the same two drawers three times, deliberating between silk and cotton. She guessed she had ten, maybe fifteen minutes to decide how she should dress for bed. Her debate between obvious effort or casual comfort was cut short by the sudden cease of the shower. Moments later, Edward emerged from her bathroom wearing plain blue pajama bottoms and a white tee shirt, scrubbing his wet hair with a towel.
Casual comfort it is, she thought.
Edward smiled, the towel hanging from his neck, and approached Bella. “I like your soap,” he said and leaned down to kiss her.
She laughed. “I’m glad… I think I’m going to hop in the shower now,” she said and nodded toward the bed. “The remote is on the nightstand if you want to watch TV, but I won’t be long.”
He tugged at the hem of her shirt. “Take your time.”
In the shower, she shaved her legs twice and dropped her razor as many times. She laughed at herself for being so anxious, and she reminded herself that they hadn’t been together in years. In fact, she hadn’t been with anyone but Edward in over a decade. However, it was so very different now. Breathe, Bella. The water began to cool, and she quickly turned it off.
Bella had taken another fifteen minutes or so brushing her teeth, combing and drying her hair, and moisturizing her skin before finally leaving the bathroom. The butterflies multiplied in her belly as she looked at Edward sitting on the edge of her bed, flipping through a book.
He looked up at her and set the book on her nightstand. Edward reached out his hand. “C’mere you.”
Edward yawned audibly, it was close to midnight.
"It's late," she said. "Do you want to go to sleep?"
He considered the word "sleep" for a moment, wondering if other things might occur before actual sleep. He quickly rid his mind of that thought not wanting to push her. "Can I take a shower first?"
“Of course,” she said, and showed him where the linen closet was located, pulling out an oversized, beige towel.
He didn’t ask for her to join him, but he wondered if she would. Too soon, he chided himself.
Bella paced her bedroom, gnawing at her thumbnail. She opened and closed the same two drawers three times, deliberating between silk and cotton. She guessed she had ten, maybe fifteen minutes to decide how she should dress for bed. Her debate between obvious effort or casual comfort was cut short by the sudden cease of the shower. Moments later, Edward emerged from her bathroom wearing plain blue pajama bottoms and a white tee shirt, scrubbing his wet hair with a towel.
Casual comfort it is, she thought.
Edward smiled, the towel hanging from his neck, and approached Bella. “I like your soap,” he said and leaned down to kiss her.
She laughed. “I’m glad… I think I’m going to hop in the shower now,” she said and nodded toward the bed. “The remote is on the nightstand if you want to watch TV, but I won’t be long.”
He tugged at the hem of her shirt. “Take your time.”
In the shower, she shaved her legs twice and dropped her razor as many times. She laughed at herself for being so anxious, and she reminded herself that they hadn’t been together in years. In fact, she hadn’t been with anyone but Edward in over a decade. However, it was so very different now. Breathe, Bella. The water began to cool, and she quickly turned it off.
Bella had taken another fifteen minutes or so brushing her teeth, combing and drying her hair, and moisturizing her skin before finally leaving the bathroom. The butterflies multiplied in her belly as she looked at Edward sitting on the edge of her bed, flipping through a book.
He looked up at her and set the book on her nightstand. Edward reached out his hand. “C’mere you.”
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Squeeze My Lemon ~ April 6 IS UP!
Squeeze My Lemon for 04.06.11 is UP on ffn and TWCS. Go read, pant and review!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Squeeze My Lemon ~ April 6 Teaser
As if the picture prompt that angelnlove52 used wasn't enough of a tease, here is a tease for her entry. This is an outtake from her story Ever, Ever After: I could feel the warmth of his body encasing mine as he pushed his weight into me. His strong chest met my soft flesh and we both groaned on contact. He was hot—too hot but I needed him close. I wanted to reach up and pull him to me tighter, fusing our skin together so I would never lose this sensation.
Edward's hands palmed at my breast, his thumb roaming over the taut nipple of my right breast. My loud, embarrassing moan was dissolved by his thirsty kiss. If possible, his kiss became hungrier—starving even—desperate for more as his tongue violently played with mine.
With more passion than I'd ever felt before, I reached forward and ran my hands down the muscles of his chest. The coil and strength I felt there did nothing to quench my need for more—it only forced it to grow more luscious. The more I felt of him, the more I wanted. He felt more wonderful than anything I could have ever imagined. Calvin Klein models and all their bulk held nothing on my hunk of a man.
On their own accord, my fingers trailed and traced each line of definition over his abs, wishing it were my tongue doing the exploring. I could almost taste his salty skin on my pallet. I wanted it. I wanted the brackish taste of musk and man in the back of my throat, filling me completely. The passion between us was stronger than I had ever felt. My insides were burning and gasping for more friction.
I hadn't compartmentalized the fact Edward was humping me until I tried to loosen his pants so I could place my fingers around his girth. I wanted to use all my strength and flip him over so I could kiss down his body and take him fully in my mouth—at least that way he would be in me in some form or another.
Edward's hands palmed at my breast, his thumb roaming over the taut nipple of my right breast. My loud, embarrassing moan was dissolved by his thirsty kiss. If possible, his kiss became hungrier—starving even—desperate for more as his tongue violently played with mine.
With more passion than I'd ever felt before, I reached forward and ran my hands down the muscles of his chest. The coil and strength I felt there did nothing to quench my need for more—it only forced it to grow more luscious. The more I felt of him, the more I wanted. He felt more wonderful than anything I could have ever imagined. Calvin Klein models and all their bulk held nothing on my hunk of a man.
On their own accord, my fingers trailed and traced each line of definition over his abs, wishing it were my tongue doing the exploring. I could almost taste his salty skin on my pallet. I wanted it. I wanted the brackish taste of musk and man in the back of my throat, filling me completely. The passion between us was stronger than I had ever felt. My insides were burning and gasping for more friction.
I hadn't compartmentalized the fact Edward was humping me until I tried to loosen his pants so I could place my fingers around his girth. I wanted to use all my strength and flip him over so I could kiss down his body and take him fully in my mouth—at least that way he would be in me in some form or another.
Squeeze My Lemon ~ April 6
Here is the picture prompt that angelnlove52 has decided to use for this week's Squeeze My Lemon. Hmm, we wish we could be that hand.
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