The Twinklings

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-10-05T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hope you're all having a lovely week and that you enjoy my music selection for this week. It's a favorite of mine.....love it!! Enjoy!

Look What You've Done by Jet

May your muse shine upon you......

Marauding Mondays

2011-10-03T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Hello out there and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. Hope all of you are doing well and that you have a great week. Remember, if you have a story or know of a story that would fit perfectly with this little feature, be sure to fill out this form and we will take it from there. Enjoy!!!

Lights of Life by Savannah Greye
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

One night of passion with Edward, and Bella lets herself go completely, only to be left with the shock of her life. It doesn't help matters when she realizes she has no idea where Edward is, who he truly was, and if she'll ever see him again...

Plight Thee My Troth by Gingerandgreen
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

England, 1795. Lord Edward Masen and Miss Isabella Swan promise to love one another for all time; but will the harsh realities of life allow two souls from very different backgrounds to fulfil their vows?

Until next time.....happy plundering....

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-09-28T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello everybody! Hope all of you are having a lovely week and that you will enjoy the song I have selected this week. Get your inspiration on!

Maneater by Hall and Oates

May your muse shine upon you.....

Marauding Mondays

2011-09-26T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Hello and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. Hope all of you are doing well. If you have a story or know of a story that would be perfect for our little feature, then be sure to fill out this form and we'll take it from there. Now...on with the show....

When the Sun Darkens by Aeieo
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

It was all Isabella ever wanted; to keep and protect her child. When Bella dies giving birth,Edward is left with the pieces of their lives to gather and mourn. But what happens when Alice has a vision indicating Bella is somehow alive?

Until next time....happy plundering.....

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-09-21T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. I'm going to stick with the format I started last week and will only be posting the song without any lyrics. I hope you'll all enjoy my selection for this week. It's a bit different than any of my previous selections but I adore this groups harmonies and beautiful song selections. Enjoy and get your inspiration on!

Greensleeves as performed by The King's Singers

May your muse shine upon you.....

Marauding Mondays

2011-09-19T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Hello and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. Hope all of you are having a lovely September! Remember if you know of a story that would be the perfect fit for our little feature here (even if it's your own story) then fill out this form and we'll take it from there. I'm hoping to get lots of suggestions. We rely on your participation. Now....on to the good stuff.

You Belong With Me by MandyLeigh87
Rating: M
Status: Complete (One-Shot)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

When I was six, he made me cry. When I was fourteen, he got me suspended. And when I was sixteen, he asked me to dance.

Until next time....happy plundering.....

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-09-14T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. I'm doing things just a tad bit differently this week. I've chosen to leave the lyrics off so the focus can be all on the music. Let me know what you think. Do you like it this way or do you prefer for the lyrics to be included?

I think the song for this week is very inspirational. I'm still waiting folks....I'm so looking forward to the day that someone writes a story inspired by one of these songs. A girl can hope, right? Enjoy!!

Last Kiss by Pearl Jam

May your muse shine upon you......

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-09-07T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. I went old school again this week but not too far! I didn't choose the original video for this one. The video was a little too busy with acting and such and I didn't want to take away from the whole point of this post which is the music. I hope all of you will find it enjoyable and that it might inspire a story or two. Yes, I'm still waiting on someone to write a story inspired by one of the songs posted here. Don't be shy folks! I know we have a ton of awesome authors following us out there. On with the show!

Hello by Lionel Richie

I've been alone with you inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
I sometimes see you pass outside my door

Hello, is it me you're looking for?

I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted, and my arms are open wide
'Cause you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much, I love you ...

I long to see the sunlight in your hair
And tell you time and time again how much I care
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow

Hello, I've just got to let you know

'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do?
Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying, I love you ...

Hello, is it me you're looking for?

'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do?
Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying ... I love you

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-09-06T12:43:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday! This week's picture is a black and white photograph of two women.

Marauding Mondays

2011-09-05T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and out there and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. Happy Labor Day to my fellow Americans! I hope all of you have a lovely day! To all of our other wonderful followers, Happy Monday! Hope your day is lovely as well. Don't forget to recommend stories for this little feature. Your participation makes our job here so much easier and LOTS more fun! All you have to do is fill out this little form (guidelines listed there) and we'll take care of the rest! Now....on with the show!

Bella, Beastward, and Baby by Zhivago3
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

Follow-up story to "Bella and the Beastward." As their life finally settles, an unexpected pregnancy rocks the boat. Exactly who is ready for the change ahead of them and who isn't, though?

Until next time....happy plundering.....

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-08-31T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello folks and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. I hope you enjoy the selection for this week. It was actually my mother's choice! I was drawing a blank! Enjoy!!!

50 Ways To Leave Your Lover by Paul Simon

The problem is all inside your head
She said to me
The answer is easy if you
Take it logically
I'd like to help you in your struggle
To be free
There must be fifty ways
To leave your lover

She said it's really not my habit
To intrude
Furthermore, I hope my meaning
Won't be lost or misconstrued
But I'll repeat myself
At the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways
To leave your lover

Fifty ways to leave your lover

You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free

Ooh just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free

She said it grieves me so
To see you in such pain
I wish there was something I could do
To make you smile again
I said I appreciate that
And would you please explain
About the fifty ways

She said why don't we both
Just sleep on it tonight
And I believe in the morning
You'll begin to see the light
And then she kissed me
And I realized she probably was right
There must be fifty ways
To leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover

You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Oh ya, hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free

Slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
You just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-08-30T00:01:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday! I really enjoy this week's picture. It's a black & white solo female photo. I hope it sparks some lovely thoughts and words!

Marauding Mondays

2011-08-29T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Hello and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. Remember, if you know of a story or have a story that would be great for this little feature, fill out this form (guidelines listed there) and we'll take it from there. Now...on with the show!

The Heart of a King by MandyLeigh87
Rating: M
Status: Complete
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

"I do not desire to be seen," I murmured. He stopped and laughed a little under his breath. "What if it is my desire?" Historical OS. Tudors inspired.

Until next time....happy plundering....

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-08-24T00:00:00.000-07:00

Helloooo and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. This week I've chosen a song from one of my guilty pleasure groups, hehe. I think a lot of you will enjoy it too. I can't help myself. I'm still holding out hope that one of you lovely author's out there will write something inspired by one of my weekly selections! I'd be absolutely tickled!! Well....now that I've made a geek of myself.....on with the show!!

Everything She Wants by Wham!

Uh huh huh

Oh yeah

Work...work

Somebody told me,
"Boy, everything she wants is everything she sees..."
I guess I must have loved you.
'Cause I said you were the perfect girl for me,
Maybe...
But now we're six months older...
And everything you want and everything you see,
Is out of reach...not good enough...
I don't know what the hell you want from me but boy...

Uh huh huh...
Oh...oh...
Uh huh huh...

Uh huh huh...
Doo doo doo...
La la la la...

Uh huh huh...
Oh...oh...
Uh huh huh...

Uh huh huh...
Doo doo doo...
La la la la...

Somebody tell me,
Won't you tell me...
Why I work so hard for you?
All to give you money
All to give you money...

Some people work for a living,
Some people work for fun,
Girl, I just work for you.
They told me marriage was a give and take,
Well, show me you can take you've got some giving to do.

And now you tell me that you're having my baby,
I'll tell you that I'm happy if you want me to...
One step further and my back will break,
If my best isn't good enough
Then how can it be good enough for two?

Uh huh huh...
Oh...oh...
Uh huh huh...

Uh huh huh...
Doo doo doo...
La la la la...

I can't work any harder than I do...

Uh huh huh...
Oh...oh...
Uh huh huh...

Uh huh huh...
Doo doo doo...
La la la la...

Somebody tell me,
Won't you tell me...
Why I work so hard for you?
All to give you money,

Oh...
Why do I do the things I do?
I'd tell you if I knew.
My God...
I don't even think that I love you....
Won't you tell me...

All to give you money....

Oh...

Oh...Oh...Yeah
Tell me...tell me...tell me...

Tell, tell me

How could you settle for a boy like me,
When all I could see was the end of the week...
All the things we sign,
And the things we buy,
Ain't gonna keep us together...
It's just a matter of time.

My situation,
Never changes.
Walking in and out of that door!
Like a stranger,
But with wages...
I give you all you say you want more...

And all I can see was the end of the week,
All the things we sign,
And the things we buy,
Ain't gonna keep us together...
Girl, it's just a matter of time.

La la la la la

Uh huh huh...
Oh...oh...
Uh huh huh...

Uh huh huh...
Doo doo doo...
La la la la...

Somebody tell me,

Won't you tell me...

Somebody, Somebody
Why I work so hard for you?
All to give you money,

Somebody tell me,
Won't you tell me...
Why I work so hard for you?
All to give you money,

All to give you money

La la la la

Somebody tell me

Won't you tell me why I do the things I do....

May your muse shine upon you......

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-08-23T00:01:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday! This week's photo is a NSFW solo female with some creatively placed strawberries and chocolate sauce. Enjoy! :)

Marauding Mondays

2011-08-22T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Hello and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. As always, thanks to everybody who recommends stories to us for this little feature. Your participation is what keeps us going! If you have a story or know of a story that fits in with 'Marauding Mondays' then please let us know by filling out this form (guidelines listed there) and we'll handle the rest. Have a lovely week and enjoy the story!!

More Blood Than Sleep by sweeter than a drop of blood
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Jasper x Bella

Story Summary:

"Bella, if you spend the night with me you will see more blood than sleep."

Time of Salt by Scarlettplay
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

The year: 2024; aftermath of devastation, fire/brimstone. A prophecy looms,a man hides his identity but is lucky enough to find his protector and she can't stand him. The real problem-amnesia. She doesn't know who she is. Mystery!

Until next time.....happy plundering.....

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-08-17T06:43:00.000-07:00

Helloooo out there and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. I hope you'll all in enjoy the song I have selected for this week. I know it makes me want to write (if only I had time)!! Enjoy!!

X & Y by Coldplay

Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
It's all part of the plan
When something is broken
and you try to fix it
Trying to repair it anyway you can

I dive in at the deep end
and you become my best friend
I want to love you but I don’t know if I can
I know something is broken
and I’m trying to fix it
Trying to repair it anyway I can

Oooohh, oooohh
Oooohh, oooohh

You and me are floating on a tidal wave… together
You and me are drifting into outer space
and singing

Oooohh, oooohh

You and me are floating on a tidal wave… together
You and me are drifting into outer space
You and me are floating on a tidal wave… together
You and me are drifting into outer space
and singing

Oooohh, oooohh
Oooohh, oooohh

May your muse shine upon you....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-08-16T00:01:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday. I hope you're all having a great week. This week's photo is a full color solo female. It made me giggle and swoon; I hope you enjoy!

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-08-10T04:52:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. Sorry for the slight delay in posting. It's been a crazy busy week for me!! Hope you enjoy the song and that you're all having a wonderful week!

One Headlight by The Wallflowers

So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place

Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

She said it's cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge

Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me

Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

May your muse shine upon you....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-08-09T00:01:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Tuesday! :) I really like this week's picture, and I hope you do, too. It's a M/F photo with some BDSM influence (hair pulling, sparkling leash). Enjoy!

Marauding Mondays

2011-08-08T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. All of you have been mighty quiet lately. Your participation keeps us going. So if you know of a story that would be just right for this little feature then please fill out this form (guidelines listed there) and we'll take it from there. Have a lovely week everybody!!

Progress by IrishEyes2010
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Bella x Jacob

Story Summary:

Bella jumps off the cliff. Jake's transformation is delayed, so Alice sees Jake pull her out of the water. Things take their natural progression for a while...

Until next time....happy plundering....

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-08-03T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hellooooo out there and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'! I'm thinking about trying another 'Warbling Wednesdays' contest again. I would give you a few songs to choose from and you would need to write a one-shot inspired by your selection. The winning entry will be specially featured on our blog. Would anybody be interested in that? I'd like to see if there would be any interest in it before I get that going. So, if you think you'd be interested then either comment on this post or send me an e-mail at ttrecs@gmail.com. Now....on with the show!

So Alive by Love and Rockets

I don't know what color your eyes are, baby,
But your hair is long and brown.
Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long.
And you don't come from this town.

My head is full of magic, baby,
And I can't share this with you.
The feel I'm on a cross again, lately,
But there's nothing to do with you.

I'm alive, so alive.
I'm alive, so alive.

Your strut makes me crazy,
makes me see you more clearly.
Oh, baby, now I can see you.
Wish I could stop,
Switch off the clock,
Make it all happen for you.

I'm alive, so alive.
I'm alive, so alive.

I don't know what color your eyes are, baby,
But your hair is long and brown.
Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long.
And you don't come from this town.

My head is full of magic, baby,
And I can't share this with you.
The feel I'm on top again, baby,
That's got everything to do with you.

I'm alive, so alive.
I'm alive, so alive.

May your muse shine upon you......

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-08-02T00:01:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday! This week, I was searching for a sweeter rather than dirtier picture. I hope you agree that's what I found. It's a NSFW black & white m/f photo.

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-07-27T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. Hope all of you are having a lovely week and that you enjoy the song for this week. As always, if you find it inspirational or even if you just like it be sure to let me know by commenting here or e-mailing at ttrecs@gmail.com. Now....on to the good stuff!

Misled by Celine Dion

I thought I knew you
Thought that I knew you well
We had a rhythm
But I guess you never can tell

Oh I learned early
Never to ignore the signs
You'll be forgiven
It ain't worth that much to my mind

Lovin' you (was) so easy
It's hard to say goodbye
But if it's the way it goes it goes

Just a page in my history
Just another one of those mysteries
One more lover that used to be
If you think you're in my head
You been seriously misled

Loving somebody ain't your average 9 to 5
It takes conviction it takes a will to survive
I'm not somebody who commits the crime
And leaves the scene
But when I've been dissed
I don't spend much time on what might've been
I'm not about self-pity
Your love did me wrong
So I'm movin', movein' on

Just a page in my history
Just another one of those mysteries
One more lover that used to be
If you think you're in my head
You been seriously misled

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-07-26T00:01:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday! This week's photo is a M/F/M threesome.

Marauding Mondays

2011-07-25T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Hello and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. Got two lovely stories for you this week. Remember, if you have a story or know of a story that would be perfect for this little feature, be sure to let us know about it by filling out this form (guidelines listed there). Now....on to the good stuff!!

The Ties That Bind Us by OzellaMarie
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: EdwardxBella

Story Summary:

After a life changing tragedy, Bella Swan disconnects herself from the people who loved her the most. Will another potential tragedy bring her face to face with the past she tried to walk away from? And will love find it's way into her heart again?

Last Friday Night by KristenLynn
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: NA

Story Summary:

On Saturday morning, Bella wakes up to a broken hand, a trashed apartment, and no memory of what caused either of them! When the photos show up on-line, Bella must figure out what—and who—she might have done last Friday night.

Until next time....happy plundering...

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-07-20T00:00:00.000-07:00

Welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'!! The song for this week was my original choice for last week but I changed my mind at the last minute. I heard it on the radio again today and just knew that I had to go ahead and post it here. I hope many of you will find it inspirational or at least just enjoy listening to it. Now....on to the good stuff!

Save The Best For Last by Vanessa Williams

Sometimes the snow comes down in June
Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon
I see the passion in your eyes
Sometimes it's all a big surprise
'Cause there was a time when all I did was wish
You'd tell me this was love
It's not the way I hoped or how I planned
But somehow it's enough

And now we're standing face to face
Isn't this world a crazy place
Just when I thought our chance had passed
You go and save the best for last

All of the nights you came to me
When some silly girl had set you free
You wondered how you'd make it through
I wondered what was wrong with you

'Cause how could you give your love to someone else
And share your dreams with me
Sometimes the very thing you're looking for
Is the one thing you can't see
But now we're standing face to face
Isn't this world a crazy place
Just when I thought our chance had passed
You go and save the best for last

(Interlude)

Sometimes the very thing you're looking for
Is the one thing you can't see

Sometimes the snow comes down in June
Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon
Just when I thought our chance had passed
You go and save the best for last

You went and saved the best for last

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-07-19T00:01:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday! I really love the picture this week -- it's a black and white M/F male submissive/femdom photo. I hope you enjoy.

Marauding Mondays

2011-07-18T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Hello and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. Hope all of you had a lovely weekend! Remember--if you are writing or story or know of a story that is absolutely incredible but just not getting the tons of reviews you think it deserves--please be sure to fill out this form (guidelines listed there) and we'll take it from there.

De Immortalitate by Raum
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

"The life of the Roman patrician Antonius is put at stake by his father, Felix. When Felix brings to his only son a new slave, Bella, more reasons arise for Antonius' concerns. Felix's secret can change Antonius' and Bella's destiny." AU/vampires.

Until next time.....happy plundering!

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-07-13T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. I hope all of you are having a wonderful week. It always amazes me how these songs end up picking themselves sometimes. I had a completely different song picked this week until I heard this one on the radio. I had forgotten completely about it but I just knew it would be perfect for this little feature. I hope many of you find it very inspirational!

Say It Right by Nelly Furtado

In the day
In the night
Say it right
Say it all
You either got it
Or you don't
You either stand or you fall
When your will is broken
When it slips from your hand
When there's no time for joking
There's a hole in the plan

Oh you don't mean nothing at all to me
No you don't mean nothing at all to me
But you got what it takes to set me free
Oh you could mean everything to me

I can't say that I'm not lost and at fault
I can't say that I don't love the light and the dark
I can't say that I don't know that I am alive
And all of what I feel I could show
You tonight you tonight

Oh you don't mean nothing at all to me
No you don't mean nothing at all to me
But you got what it takes to set me free
Oh you could mean everything to me

From my hands I could give you
Something that I made
From my mouth I could sing you another brick that I laid
From my body I could show you a place got to go
You should know the space is holy
Do you really want to go?

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-07-12T00:01:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday! This week's NSFW photo is a m/f black and white... Hopefully it will inspire you. :)

Marauding Mondays

2011-07-11T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Hello and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. Recommendations have been very quiet lately! Don't be shy, be sure to use this form (guidelines listed there) to recommend stories to us for this feature and we'll take it from there. We love to hear from all of you, so don't be a stranger and recommend some awesome stories to us! Now....on to the good stuff...

Resisting Love by just-a-crazyfanpire
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

Scotland, 1152. He had never given his heart to someone. Not after his parents died right in front of him when he was only a child. Being forced by the king of his country to marry, he decides to fight the attraction he feels for his bride.

Until next time.....happy plundering....

Deeper Waters by theladyingrey42

2011-07-08T00:01:00.000-07:00

Hello Readers and welcome back to another edition of Fuck Me Fridays! This week our piece is from the amazing TheLadyinGrey42. She writes the incredible "Our Lives Unbound" and "Love Amongst the Ruins". She is a truly gifted writer and I encourage you all to read her work. This week she has written a Edward/Jasper vampire slash one shot. It's juicy and all kinds of good! I hope you all enjoy and don't forget to leave a review on the bottom.

Deeper Waters

By theladyingrey42

A/N: This is a random little bit of Edward/Jasper vampy, slashy fun. Well, by fun, I mean my usual brand of angsty smut. As always, Stephenie Meyer owns (but probably wouldn't admit to it if given the opportunity). Hope you enjoy!

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There was greater torture in the world. The glittering of scars against my skin was all the reminder that I needed of that. Still, sometimes, it was easy to forget.

He was always beautiful, of course, but there in the sun, his hair a riot of red and gold against the bright blue sky, his bare flesh gleaming, he was almost too beautiful to look at.

Fortunate, that.

Because every time I glanced at him, he sensed it. My admiration of his form. My wanting.

As he ran along the beach with Carlisle and Emmett, a rare laugh falling from his lips, his emotions were content. But on those few occasions when I slipped, my gaze drawn inexorably toward the supple planes of his chest, I could feel his discomfort.

We both played a good game of hiding it – I my lust and he his revulsion.

I downplayed my revulsion with myself.

Putting down my book, I looked back to the beach house we were renting and to the empty spot in the driveway beside it. Alice had dragged Esme and Rosalie on some sort of errand this morning, and as my mate had left, her feelings had been guarded, her eyes averted. I hadn't pressed.

Things had been uneasy between us these past few days. It was almost a relief to have her gone.

"Cheater!" Emmett cried.

I turned toward the beach to see the way my brother had been pressed into the sand, his great bulk held beneath Edward's meager weight, and I chuckled at the sight. It was a wry sound.

How I wanted to be the one to feel that weight.

Edward's golden eyes flashed up to mine. Our gazes held for a moment, and for all that I had not eaten in a century, I could feel a memory of bile churning. Of the most profound unease.

My distance made Alice unhappy. My presence made Edward roil.

And I wondered why I even bothered to stay.

I'd no more than thought it than Edward and I were both on our feet, staring at each other from a dozen yards away.

"Jasper."

He so rarely said my name.

Emmett picked himself up off the ground, oblivious to the tension, but Carlisle seemed to sense the delicacy of the unspoken conversation hanging in the air. He placed a hand on Emmett's shoulder and looked at him meaningfully. Gesturing toward the house, he said, "Let's get you cleaned up."

Emmett glanced back toward the ocean, confusion radiating from him. "Can't we – "

Carlisle interrupted. "Come on."

The two of them disappeared, leaving only Edward and me. His conflict and my hidden, unrequited need.

Even in the house, I could feel Emmett's curiosity. I could hear Carlisle's voice, imploring him to stay away. To let Edward and I work it out.

I didn't think I would ever be able to work this tension or this desire from my bones.

At that thought, Edward grimaced, shielding his eyes from the sun before beckoning me to join him on the sand. I hesitated, but he pushed some level of openness toward me. Some invitation that I hadn't been expecting.

I strode toward him with my gaze uncertain, wanting to take in the shape of him. The hair above the button to his swim trunks. The rare glimpse of muscled legs.

I could taste my own bitterness as I forced myself to gaze at sand instead.

A flash of wistfulness froze me.

In and amongst the lonely anger and the disgust, I could feel that Edward wanted something, too. Something that he couldn't have.

"It's wrong. What I want."

I wanted to tell him to stay out of my head, but we knew each other far too well. Alone amongst our coven, he and Alice shared the burden of always having to receive with me.

"That's why she left."

I looked up to see his eyes gazing in anguish at me. "Alice?"

"Of course." He heard my silent question, and he answered me. "She saw something she didn't want to see."

For the first time in all our decades of existing, I felt Edward's aura flare with desire.

With need.

"Are you so surprised?" he asked quietly, stepping closer.

My eyes widened, and I stared at him uncomprehendingly as he leaned in to graze his lips against my ear, his voice so slight a breath that even the vampires in the house would hear nothing as he whispered, "Am I not a man?"

His body brushed mine, giving me all the evidence that I might need. Despite the heat of the sun on my stone skin, I shivered, before replying just as lowly, sending out my lust, "You are."

"Isn't that the problem, though? Two men..."

"Not for me."

Unbidden, thoughts of all my other problems swirled around me. Images of Alice and of Edward's own disgusted face. The flavor of his lack of interest on my tongue.

"Never lack of interest," he breathed, shuddering. "Lack of faith."

With the word, 'faith,' I felt the same mix of conflicting emotions radiating off of him that I'd sensed so many times before. There was fear and disgust, but in the center of it all I felt the heart of his conflict. I felt his want.

"So much," he agreed.

He backed up just enough so I could see his face, and for once I stared at it unabashedly. At the soft curves of his lips and the dart of his tongue, imagining how it would feel against my flesh. At the angle of his jaw and the line of his neck.

But then I watched his eyes dilate, his head jerking to the side. I followed his eyes to the road and to the car that had pulled into the spot that Alice and the other women had vacated.

But it wasn't Alice's car.

It wasn't Alice's scent. It was richer. Deeper. Copper salt and life all surging through such fragile veins.

"Go," Edward hissed, his body moving to the house.

The last place I wanted to go was inside.

"No." I grabbed his wrist and watched him turn to me, confused. His gaze darted instinctively toward the sun and then back to the brilliance of our skin.

And then to the humans.

Toward the sing-song scent of their pounding blood.

"We have to – " he insisted.

"We don't."

I looked up at the people disembarking, still blind to our presence. I looked to the sea.

His wrist twisted in my palm, his fingers reaching out to wrap around my own reciprocally, his uncertainty screaming at me. My desire was just as loud, and I spelled it out for him. I gave him images of bodies.

And I told him with my thoughts that it was all right. I took his doubt and all the loathing I had never understood and answered it with what I had.

With want. With love.

I slipped my hand down his skin until our fingers intertwined, warning him of every motion in my thoughts. Still, he let me.

I turned toward the ocean, moving fast across the sand until its warmth lapped at my feet.

And then I pulled him under with me.

Swimming hard against the tide, we reached open water within seconds. Far beyond the reach of human eyes, our bodies became just two more points of light amidst a dazzling, brilliant sea. By silent agreement, though, we stayed submerged.

In a blue world, we circled, eschewing the breaths we didn't need. Eschewing a world that didn't always see.

Immortal, we transcended its rules – both for life and for morality.

We didn't need air to kiss. To love or to touch.

Magnified beneath the water, the groaning sound inside his throat was as loud as the lust inside his aura. With his gifts, I didn't need my breath to tell him what I wanted to do.

With mine, I didn't need to hear him to know that he wanted me, too.

We both kept our eyes open as our hands released, palms moving to bare chests and hips, and yet still we lingered, just inches away from each other in the water. There's no going back, I thought, searching the tumble of desire and fear inside of him for any hint of regret. Finding none, I pulled myself closer until our bodies grazed each other, our noses touching.

The first taste of his mouth was that of saltwater and sweetness, marble-smooth against my own stone lips. After half a century of wanting it, the soft pressure of his kiss moved through my body as brightly as our shining skin would in the sun. It made me just as warm.

The vibrations of my moan ripped through the water, and I'd no more thought it than he answered, giving me the broad swipe of his tongue against my own and pressing his hips against my abdomen so I could feel that he was hard. With my hands on his backside, I drew him closer still, letting my own desire push against his thigh as I explored him.

He was a landscape and a seascape, valleys and planes, dips of muscle moving like water beneath my fingertips. Fluid and grace, he flowed against my body.

Have you ever?

He shook his head and showed me all his longing. I sent mine out to him, too.

For a man who'd never been taught to kiss, he certainly seemed to understand the elements of a good one. Maybe he plucked the requirements from my thoughts. Maybe he just knew.

He laughed inside my arms at the thought and pulled his lips from my mouth down to the corner of my jaw and then lower, along my neck. As his body slid along the length of mine, the conflict in his emotions seemed to subside, an innate curiosity emerging.

I'll show you whatever you want.

With the way his hands tugged at my suit, I knew he wanted everything. The fabric drifted off with the current, leaving me naked against his body. Soon enough, he was bare beside me, too.

So many times, members of our coven had thought him a prude. It seemed nothing could be further from the truth. Sinuous and sensual, he kissed his way along my flesh, learning the taste and shape of me, fingertips grazing the hardened length of my need.

Like that. Just like that.

I groaned when his lips caressed me, and I looked down to see his eyes on mine as his tongue flicked out against the tip. My hands went to his hair, stroking and threading. With my thoughts, I begged him to and told him that he didn't have to. Just the same, he took me in.

The force of my cry resounded through the water, my grip tightening against his scalp as I reveled in the tight enclosure of his mouth. I was surprised to find his pleasure at the feeling to be a match for own, but then I felt his pride. His satisfaction in the act of touching. Tasting.

I've wanted this for so long.

He groaned around my length and took me deeply in his throat, staggering me with the sensation of that muscle opening for me. For a moment, my pleasure threatened to spill over. Reaching for him, I begged him, Please, come here.

I pulled his hair and met his eyes. He didn't want to stop, and I shuddered to think he wanted my release against his tongue. But I wanted more.

He rose to meet my demands. Above the taste of salt and lust, my body's scent clung to his mouth as I kissed it, pressing my tongue between his lips and reaching down to touch him. In my hand, he was cool and long, a phantom pulse beating inside of his flesh.

With an intensity I could never have expected, his entire body jerked, a ragged noise exploding from his lungs. Virgin flesh tightened and swelled.

I screamed too when his teeth embedded themselves into my neck.

Slick against my palm, his come immediately began to wash away, but still I slid my hand along him. I could feel both his satiation and his need. Once awakened, a vampire's lust was almost impossible to quell.

My own had scarcely begun to peak.

Kicking with purpose at the water, I pushed our bodies down, descending into a dim blue. When his spine hit rock, I held him there and made my way toward his hip, licking and sucking and scratching teeth over flesh. This time, it was his hands in my hair, his fingertips scratching at my scalp as I laved over him, learning that the sweetness of his mouth continued everywhere.

I learned the shape of him, the flare of the head of his cock and the tang of the come that still clung to him. Wanting nothing less than to hurt him with my ardor, I only let my tongue take a few long strokes over that straining flesh before sweeping down.

When I pressed the tip to the tight circle of his opening, the wave of shame and pleasure erupting from him nearly crippled me. Still, I pressed on.

Let me make you feel good. Let me show you what your body can do.

The very nature of our immortal forms made the act of tasting him this way less dirty, but there was still an illicit nature to it as I probed him. Pressing slick venom into him along with my tongue, I coaxed his body into opening, holding his thighs to the rock that was just as unyielding as he was.

And yet both of them gave in.

Relaxing into my touch, his emotions bent only to the pleasure now, he sank back against the floor. Neither of us cared about the way the stone shifted and cracked beneath his weight. After all, we longed to shatter just the same.

Desire crowded in on me, mine and his mixing, and before long I couldn't wait. I kissed my way along the juncture of his thighs, sliding his cock between my lips and deeply into my throat just once before returning to lie atop him, our hips and chests aligned. With both thoughts and feelings, I spoke to him of love.

In response to the silent question posed by my body's weight and the press of my aching cock, he closed his eyes and clutched at me, nodding.

So, so slowly, I pushed into him. I gasped against the water in my lungs, chocking on the sea and on the power of the feelings that he gave me. Tight velvet and parting flesh surrounded me. Unlike my transformation, the grip of his body didn't hurt me. But I was reborn all the same.

Any pain that Edward felt, I pulled away from him, calming him and reminding him over and over that I treasured him. Masochist that he was, whatever part of this hurt him combined with his pleasure, and his lust skyrocketed with every thrust as I took him. Claimed him.

It was as it always should have been.

He shuddered at my thoughts and at my movements, pulling my mouth back down for a kiss that spoke just as clearly as his aura did of a century of unmet need. I didn't know the specifics of all those lonely years, but I tried to soothe them all the same, giving him everything I could of touch and sex and all that he'd been missing. Still, the longing in his soul sang out for me.

Always, my emotions breathed.

Let me be this for you always.

With a forceful grunt, he pulled me still deeper, and I knew that the passion was upon me. Determined to take him with me, I fed him everything I felt with a hundred times the intensity, reeling with power and desire as he bucked up into me and seized. His body tightened as I gave myself over, surrendering to pleasure and filling him, and even through the water, I could feel the tremor of his release.

And then, for a moment, we were still.

It didn't last, though. Mostly recovered, all I had time to do was lift my head and to stare down at eyes that echoed the same unending need his feelings screamed at me before we rolled, tumbling into even deeper waters, grappling and clutching at naked skin, kissing with a fervor that set the ocean to boil.

That afternoon, far beneath the waves, I learned the press of his own eager erection into my body, the pain of giving and the impossible ecstasy of allowing myself to be consumed that way. I discovered how it felt to swallow the slickness of his come and to erupt inside his throat.

Over and over again, we mated.

And in so doing, I learned about what a mate truly was.

Only when the darkness above the sea matched that below it did we pause. My lungs screamed with the strain of a full day of love-making and with the pressure of an ocean of feeling. Still, I didn't want to let go. I didn't want to trade the unnatural heaviness of water for the world of stifling air.

I couldn't bear to lose what we had found here.

Edward's arms surround me as surely as the ocean's had, clinging to me tightly as we surfaced. The first words I'd heard in hours were simply, "We won't."

How I wanted to believe him.

We swam to the shore in silence before wading naked onto sand, our hands still entwined. My eyes went immediately to the house. It was full of light, and I could hear the sounds of laughter within.

Only they quieted as soon as we emerged.

"Look."

At Edward's behest, I turned my eyes toward the driveway. I registered its emptiness at the same time that the loss of one, sole voice from within assailed me.

"No," Edward corrected me. "Look there."

And then I stared at the sand and at the writing that appeared there.

You'll have a beautiful eternity.

I turned to him dumbstruck, guilt rising so painfully inside of me. Alice had been so sweet. So loving, even when I'd had nothing left to give.

"She'll be back," he assured me. "She's seen as much."

My eyes widened. "You knew."

"It was never certain. But with the way I feel... With what you wanted..."

Love came and love ebbed, but its circle was as everlasting as the tide.

Before us, the water rose to lap at the words scrawled deeply in the sand.

"Eternity?" I asked, gripping his hand and facing him.

"Eternity."

Edward stared at me with his features so open. For the first time in all these years, his emotions were as clear as the air. They were as unchanging as the sea.

There, together on land, we swam.

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Amazing! Right? Also another remind about the Fandom For Leukemia & Lymphoma Society charity event that is currently going on. They have over 45 authors! Donations of $5 get you the entire compilation. So go donate today :o)

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-07-06T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. Hope all of you enjoy the selection for this week and find it incredibly inspirational. If you do, be sure to let me know. I'd love to know!

Don't You Want Me Baby by Human League

You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
When I met you
I picked you out, I shook you up, and turned you around
Turned you into someone new
Now five years later on you've got the world at your feet
Success has been so easy for you
But don't forget it's me who put you where you are now
And I can put you back down too

Chorus :
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me
Don't, don't you want me?
You know I don't believe you when you say that you don't need me 
It's much too late to find
You think you've changed your mind
You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry

Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh
Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh

I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
That much is true
But even then I knew I'd find a much better place
Either with or without you
The five years we have had have been such good times
I still love you
But now I think it's time I lived my life on my own
I guess it's just what I must do

(Chorus)
Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh
Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me oh
(Repeat four times and fade)

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-07-05T14:51:00.001-07:00

I hope everyone in the US had a safe and happy 4th! Everyone outside the US, well, I hope your Monday was awesome, safe, and happy too ;) This week's picture is a gorgeous M/F black and white photo with some submissive implication. Enjoy!

Marauding Mondays

2011-07-04T12:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Hello and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. For all of my fellow Americans out there....Happy Fourth of July. For all of our other lovely followers....Happy Monday! As always, if you have a story or know of a story that would be great for this little feature then be sure to fill out this form (guidelines listed there) and we will take it from there! Without further ado....this week's feature.

Sweet Dreams For A Liar by StewLuv
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

Feeling betrayed, Bella decides to get back at her father by seducing an older man and his enemy. But Bella soon realizes she has found the truest and most profound love with Edward, but will it fall apart with her lies?

Until next time.....happy plundering....

Oneshot: Unexpected Fireworks by MsKathy

2011-07-01T00:01:00.000-07:00

Hello Everyone! I am excited to announce that this week's FMF is from the fabulous and wonderful MsKathy! She has written a 4th of July (for you Americans) inspired piece. Let's all hope our holidays look a little something like this :o)

Also, there is a new Fandom charity event that started this week. Fandom For Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. This is a great organization and there a number of great authors already signed up. The event is going from now until Sept 30th for donations. $5 gets your an authors compilation. Check out the site for more information!

Now onto this week's lemony goodness!

Oneshot: Unexpected Fireworks by MsKathy

A/N: Thank you to TwilightMundi, who indulges me endlessly. She is the best.

This is one big pile of Edward/Bella fluff. I hope you enjoy! Thanks to Zig for letting me write this for FMF, and giving me the 4^th of July inspiration.

All copyright and trademarked items mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. The remaining content is all mine. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without my express written authorization.

♥♥

I hated summer.

Summer meant going home from college. Being around Charlie wasn't so bad, except his penchant for completely forgetting that I wasn't twelve anymore. He gave me my space and did his own thing, usually.

I'd gone down to La Push a few times to hang out with Jake, but the prospect of another long, boring summer loomed.

“Don't forget to pack your sunscreen,” Charlie reminded as I put a few things in my beach bag.

“Dad, I get it.”

Giving him a quick hip-check, we shared a smile and he waved on his way out the door, off to work. Fourth of July was always a busy day for the cops.

I packed a few snacks and a book to keep me occupied for the inevitable moments when Jake and his friends would be off tossing a football or getting into some kind of trouble. Most of the night, we'd sit on the grassy hill and do a whole lot of nothing.

Once I arrived and gave everyone the obligatory hugs and greetings, I sat on my blanket and pulled out my book. Jake, Sam, and Embry played without their shirts on a team against Quil, Seth, and Paul. When he pulled his off, Jake winked at me with a knowing smirk and nod of his head.

Maybe, I thought. Maybe I'd go home with Jake. It was easy; comfortable. We'd been together on and off when we were both single, and I knew he wasn't dating anyone at the moment.

I stole peeks at the sweaty men now and then, glancing up from my book or shifting on the blanket. I turned and laid on my stomach, feet up in the air as I picked at a cluster of grapes.

The scream I let out when a very large firecracker landed right in front of me was probably enough to rattle the Earth.

“What the fuck?”

Jake and his friends ran over, hugging the man that had clearly dropped his stick. From their boy talk, I gathered that Edward was a close friend, but it made me curious.

“Hey, how do you know this kid?” I asked Jake, standing up to eye the pretty boy in front of me.

“Edward was on our baseball team in high school.”

“What? He didn't go to Forks High, nuh uh.”

“No, I went to Port Angeles Prep,” Edward explained. “But I was part of the rec league down here.”

“Ohhh, fancy,” I teased. “This is a very large stick you have.” I practically had to bite my lip at the double entendre, but I liked harmless flirting. “Do you want it back?”

“While I, uh, enjoy watching you hold my stick, unfortunately, I do need it back. It's part of the show tonight.”

“What?” My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“I can't explain right now, but I dropped it because I'm running late. Can I meet you down by the water later? I'll tell you everything you want to know about my sticks.”

I gasped, hand to my chest, feigning shock. “You have more than one?”

“Yes, and I definitely know how to use them, which is exactly why I have to run. What's your name?” he asked, turning to run the opposite direction.

“Bella,” I said with a wave.

Jake had been standing by me, watching the entire exchange, and when I turned to face him, he was shaking his head.

“What?”

“Someone's got it bad for Cullen.”

The whole group of six boys began to tease me, football becoming a secondary concern.

“Why don't you boys go back to playing with your balls. It's about the most action you'll see tonight.”

With an eyeroll, I moved back to my spot, opened my book, and settled in for more reading.

Once the sun lowered in the sky, we grilled hot dogs and ate way too many s'mores. I was surprised when a warm body slid onto the blanket beside mine.

“I thought you'd never come,” I said quietly.

“That's my line,” he quipped.

I rolled my eyes and bumped his shoulder.

“Sorry,” he said. “I was getting things set up with my dad. I swear the man would light himself on fire if I wasn't there to help.”

“Your dad is doing the fireworks?”

“Oh yeah, every year. Cullen Pyrotechnics is the best. You haven't heard of us?”

Laughing, I shook my head no. “Can't say that I have. So why'd your parents send to you an all-boy's school? Delinquent minor? Social outcast?”

“Best education money can buy. Or so they claimed. Had high hopes for me.”

“Had?” I asked.

Edward nodded and I watched the way his scruff was highlighted by the fire. I wanted to nip along his jaw. Lick his lower lip. Bite his Adam's apple.

“Are you listening?” he said, fingers poking my ribs.

“Sorry.” I blushed, but wasn't sorry at all. “I am now.”

“Try to focus up here, on my mouth. I heard it helps for listening abilities.”

Smug bastard knew what I'd been thinking, and now was baiting me. I settled my gaze on his lips and watched them while he explained.

“They wanted me to be something big. Doctor, lawyer, make loads of money like they did.” He paused, darting his tongue out to wet his lips. “Just wasn't the path for me.”

I wanted to tell him I knew the right path for him – whichever led us to getting naked the fastest.

“So what'd you do? I mean, what are you studying?”

“Eh, I'm not. I decided to take a few years off. I help my dad out at events like this. I help my mom out when she tapes. I volunteer.”

I eyed him skeptically.

“Okay,” he said, hands moving up in the classic you caught me pose. “I'm a slacker bum living off his parents. However, in my defense, if I hadn't been, I'd never have met you, and you're the best thing that's happened to me this year.”

“You just met me, Prince Charming. How can you possibly know I'm the best thing about your year?”

“Call it a hunch.”

He moved closer, sliding his hand into mine, and we sat shoulder-to-shoulder, watching the people around us. I'd never let someone invade my space quite like he had in that moment, but there wasn't a single thing about it that made it awkward or uncomfortable for me.

The light of the fire warmed us, and at some point, I rested my head on his shoulder. His arm slipped around my waist, and before I had a chance to think about it, his mouth lowered to mine. Our kisses started soft and sweet. A peck here, then we'd turn back to watch our friends. A little longer kiss, broken by catcalls from the jerks that used to be our friends. Soon, I was holding myself back from pushing him down and mounting him in front of everyone.

“Edward,” I whispered, “we can't keep doing this.”

I implored him to understand what I was saying without forcing me to use the words.

He pulled back slightly, a horrified look on his face. “I'm that terrible of a kisser?”

“No,” I said, reaching my lips to his again. “Too good.”

“Think we can sneak away?” he asked.

“Like I care if anyone notices. They've watched us making out all night. We're adults. They know what comes next.”

His eyebrow quirked. “You?”

“Fuck yes.”

Tugging my hand, he stood faster than humanly possible, bringing me with him. At what felt like top speed, he ran and I chased, laughing the entire way. I was doubled-over from the spent energy as he undid the locks on a white van, then opened the back door and practically shoved me in. When I was inside, I realized there were no windows anywhere, except wayyyyyy up front where the driver sat.

Fuck. Yes.

His hands were hot and quick on my skin, reaching where they could. My tank top ripped as it came off my body, by his hands or my own, I wasn't sure.

Edward's hand brushed against my abdomen and as it slid up to the bottom of my bra, he let out a low growl.

“Fuck,” I whispered, drawing out the word against his neck.

“Please. More than once.”

I arched up into him, my body rubbing shamelessly against his thigh.

“Let me do that,” he said, hand moving beneath the waistband of my shorts. His voice had taken on a powerful, possessive tone that I loved.

Lithe fingers toyed with me, spread my lips, slid over my clit, and finally dipped down pushing deliciously far into me. As he withdrew them, they rubbed against my g-spot and I moaned. No man had ever touched me as intimately as he already had, and we'd only begun. My knees shook with need, brain caught on a loop of yes, yes, yes.

In and out, his fingers played me carefully. In and out, faster. In and out, still slipping against that sweet spot, moving harder. In and out, thumb against my clit, back and forth.

Bliss.

When I got dizzy from my heavy breathing, I tried to focus. Tried to remember which orgasm he was on. How many times had I come? The way he touched and stroked and whispered, I wanted so many more. I had no idea how he had this affect on me, this cosmic spell of fuckery – literally.

My hands went to his belt buckle, sexy fucking buckle that had taunted me all night, whispering of its secrets and delights held just beneath. Now it was my turn to find them out.

Even as I fumbled, unzipped, finally released him into my hand, he continued what he was doing.

Please, please, please.

“Just let me do this,” he half-laughed, quieting my words with a kiss.

“As many times as you want,” I whispered. “But please, fuck me.”

He shook his head, crazy grin settled on his mouth, sweat gathering on his forehead. Just as I could feel the tightening begin, his fingers pulled out sharply and his hard cock slid in. Instead of waiting, like I expected, he pulled back, then thrust hard and fast.

I tried – really, honestly – but my scream was loud and long. Each time he pushed inside, it was a million fireworks. My knees gripped the sides of his body, sliding up to tilt the angle and his access; his hands reached out and pushed them further up near my head. The stretch burned, made me ache, and made everything feel a million times more intense. Missionary with my legs down would never be an option after this night.

The bursts of noise from outside began to flood out the noise of what we were doing – in his father's company van, no less.

Once my body settled down, our noises reduced to a minimum, I focused on just how good he felt above me. I planned more, wanted and needed him in every way possible. As I wound down, I could tell he was winding up, pushing harder, getting closer. My brain tuned in to my surroundings and I realized my head was thumping against something painful each time he thrust in, but I couldn't bring myself to reposition us. Edward was fucking beautiful above me, and watching him come had me rapt with attention.

The way his eyebrows knit together. The way his lips relaxed and opened, hot breath pouring out and then sucked back in. His eyes were closed so tight, lids creased.

My nails bit into his back, pulling him closer to me. I wanted his body right next to mine so I could feel every reaction I caused, every muscle that tightened in reaction to what we were doing.

“Fuck,” he whispered slowly in my ear.

His body stopped, sweaty skin against sweaty skin, as he came. His mouth was pressed against my shoulder, dispensing tiny, sweet kisses.

Eventually, he rolled off me and the air hit my body like an iceberg, the swift movement causing me to shiver. I curled into him, tangling my hands up into his hair and my legs with his, needing his warmth again. His fingers combed through my now-tangled mess of curls and I smiled against his skin.

After we'd caught our breath and taken a moment to rest, I realized we were half-undressed, and the fireworks outside had begun to die down.

Shit.

“Edward, get up,” I said, my panic rising. “Get up!” I shouted. “The fireworks... they're gone. People are going to start wandering back to their cars...”

He finally clued in to the sitch.

“And vans. Oh shit.”

We laughed, awkwardly fumbling with our clothes, then getting distracted again kissing. Opening the back door, we stepped onto the gravel parking lot and straightened our clothes, doing our best to not look like we'd just fucked in the back of a van.

I thought we were doing pretty good until I spotted Jake and waved – he nearly fell over laughing in response.

“What's so funny, dude?” I whispered once I got closer.

“Oh my god, Bella,” he said, gasping between guffaws. “You don't even know.”

Turning to Edward, I shook my head slightly in confusion. Biting his lip to stifle a laugh, he reached forward and I thought he was going to run his hand through my hair again. Instead, he lifted a tiny strip of red firecrackers from my tangles.

All I could do was laugh with them. We'd been caught, and I was just thankful it was by Jake and not my dad once I was home.

Edward and I parted ways, making plans to go on a picnic the following day. We texted back-and-forth until after 2AM, when I finally fell asleep with the phone still in my hands. I only knew the approximate time from looking at our banter when I woke up.

As I showered, I wondered how things might be different during the daytime. Did he have a girlfriend? Fuck, I hadn't even asked. He wouldn't do that, though, would he? He seemed like an okay guy. Jake approved of him, that much was clear from the texts he'd sent after we'd all gone home. His playful teasing about the van incident made me smile; I was lucky to have such good friends.

When I dressed in a new tank top and some shorts, I smiled, remembering the ripped one. It would be easy to hide from Charlie; I decided I didn't want to throw it away. I could still wear it to bed, and it held memories now. Dirty memories. I didn't have many of those.

Driving to the park again, I replayed the night before over and over, which only served to make me more excited to see Edward. When I parked and saw him already lounging on a beautiful blanket, elaborate basket next to him, my heart leapt.

He didn't have to woo me – didn't need to be romantic, but he was making an effort. I suspected it wasn't to get in my pants again, although we'd had a great time, because he simply asked me to a picnic lunch. If he wanted another quick fuck, he could have made that clear. I probably would have said yes, even.

There were kids playing in the water of the lake, and the warm breeze of summer heated my skin as I got out of my car. For just a brief moment, I leaned against the hood, watching. He was staring up at the few clouds in the sky, white puffs of innocence, and his breathing was even. I took a second to scan his body, appreciating the things I'd missed in the dark. His legs were tan and toned, and the way he was stretched, I could see a sliver of his happy trail snaking beneath his shorts. What surprised me the most was the splash of color peeking from his right sleeve. I'd definitely need to investigate that better, I decided.

My flip flops alerted him to me walking up, but he didn't move. As I hovered, blocking the sun, he smiled up at me, reaching his hand out to mine. Carefully, so I didn't fall right onto him, I lowered myself on his right side and our hands stayed clasped.

“Hi,” I said softly.

His body turned to face me and he cupped my face with his hand, lips meeting mine in a burning kiss. When he was finished, he exhaled against my now-wet lips, a little hum escaping, then repeated my greeting back.

“Sit up, please. I'm starving!”

“Me too,” he said, then pushed his lips against mine again.

Yeah, I could feel just how starving he was, hard and thick, everything good I remembered, pressed against my leg.

“Cullen, I mean it,” I protested with a smile. “Plenty of time for that later, young man.”

“Okay, okay.”

We sat up, and his hand moved from mine to my thigh. His other hand opened and pulled out various things from the basket, each one surprising me more. While he was retrieving food, I lifted his sleeve and traced the ink with my fingertip.

“What's this?” I asked about the curious design.

“Family crest.”

Suddenly, I realized he was pulling out an awful lot of containers.

“Um, Edward? Did you go buy all this fancy food?”

“Nope.”

“Wait. Edibles by Esmerelda. That's the fancy gourmet store owned by Esmerelda Evenson. If you didn't buy it, how'd you get this amazing basket?”

“Remember yesterday when I said I helped my mom on the days she taped?”

He looked at me, expecting me to connect the dots. No such luck.

“Yeah, I remember that, but I don't get it.”

“My mom is Esme. Well, Esmerelda on TV.”

I practically shrieked. I'd watched his mom on TV for years, learning how to cook some of her signature dishes, in fact.

“I take it you know her?” he asked, laughing.

“OhmyfuckYES.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” he teased, his own turning up in a grin. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”

“Food, Cullen. Food. You can go single-track focus later.”

“I'm going to remind you of that.”

“Oh, trust me,” I said. “You won't be the only one in a hyper-focused state of mind.”

We ate the pasta salad, fruit salad, and other various edible delights that were packed carefully for us.

“Wait, did you make your mom pack this picnic basket?” I asked around my chocolate chip cookie. Okay, my third chocolate chip cookie.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I cook with her all the time. I did have to get her help a few times, but most of this was made by yours truly.”

“Edward Cullen... you cook, you're amazing in bed, you have gorgeous ink... will you marry me?”

I was only half-kidding.

“Don't you think we should wait for a third date to discuss marriage?”

Shrugging, I laughed and we went back to eating and kissing. Slowly, it morphed from more eating and less kissing to just the opposite. I wanted to crawl into his lap, and began cursing the fucking public park around us.

“You know what I brought?” Edward asked, lips pursed.

“Fuck, that could be answered so many ways,” I said, laughing. “No idea, though. What?”

“A kite. Come on. You ever flown one?”

He stood, then helped me stand.

“Um, no. Seriously, you brought a kite?”

“Yeah. I'll teach you to fly it. It'll be fun, promise.”

It took a few tries, but I'd never complain about watching him run. After the third attempt, he stopped and pulled his shirt off. It was like putting my own personal Kryptonite in front of me. On his left shoulder blade, more color burst to life, but I couldn't tell what. I'd been so distracted by gawking, I didn't notice he had the kite in the air.

“Get over here,” he demanded.

I ran to where he was, and he handed me the plastic reel thing.

“I have no idea what I'm doing! It's gonna crash, Edward! Shit.”

“Have faith,” he said. “I'll help you. Take this.”

He moved to stand behind me, arms wrapped around me, and I had a hard time focusing.

“See? We're doing it.”

The kite tugged when the wind would shift it, and then I realized we really were flying it. I got giddy and squealed again, turning back to kiss him in excitement.

“I'm flying a kite!”

I'd never wanted to fly a fucking kite before; what was wrong with me?

“Told you we could do it.”

Sure, it fell into the grass shortly after that, but for those brief few moments, with Edward's arms around me, flying a stupid kite made me feel like I could do anything. It had been so long since I'd learned something new just for fun, not because I had to for class, or because I needed it for a practical life application.

Turning in Edward's arms, I kissed him with everything that had welled up inside.

“Take me home,” I said quietly. “Please.”

“My parents...”

I spoke between kisses and gropes. “Not your house, dummy. Mine. Alone. Bedroom. Now.”

I didn't even care how I'd get the car back to Charlie's, I just needed to connect with him in every way.

Edward drove and I did my best not to distract him. I was grateful the distance wasn't long between Charlie's and the park, and when the car was off, we both practically sprinted to the front door.

His body pinned mine against the door. He was hot and heavy, all man and muscle behind me, mouth at my ear. “What if I can't wait?” he asked.

Jesus.

I was ready to strip and let him have his way with me right there, then decided my father would be very displeased to get a call to his house. For his misbehaving daughter. Getting fucked against his door.

As I fumbled with the lock, Edward's hands roamed. My tits weren't huge, so I'd gone braless. When he cupped them beneath my tank, I realized he was full on groping me in public and my fingers fought harder to get the damn key in the lock.

“You are so fucking sexy.”

“Jesus. You haveta stop for a minute, or we really are going to be forced to fuck on the porch, because if you keep doing that, I'm going to get naked right here, and then my dad will come arrest you. You don't want that on your record, do you?”

Suddenly, his hands withdrew from under my top, and I took a deep breath, finally managing to get the door unlocked and open.

“Thank you.”

I barely managed to get both words out before he was pushing me inside.

“Where?” he asked, mouth practically attached to my skin.

“Upstairs. Right side.”

As much as I wanted to shed my clothes along the way, I wasn't sure how long this would take, and no way would I chance my dad finding a clothing path. Sure, someday he was going to realize I wasn't his innocent little girl any more, but this didn't need to be that day.

When we were in my room, I began to do the awkward shuffle of a young woman in her sometimes-childhood bedroom with a fucking sexy chunk o' man.

Edward, however, wasn't awkward at all. The minute my bedroom door was locked, he began to take my clothes off. I returned the favor, and when we were naked, fumbled our way to my tiny twin-sized bed.

He laid beneath me, and I was glad for the chance to watch him. I tried to shimmy lower on his body, but his hands pulled around my ass, bringing me forward. My eyes must've grown wide as he attempted to situate me over his mouth, but his answering smirk was so god damn sexy. I gripped the headboard for dear life, doing my best to not suffocate him as he dove in. Each time I'd pull up, moving my hips away from his body and allow him more air, he'd grunt and use his hands around my thighs to pull me back down to him.

Finally, I gave in; if he wasn't going to die from lack of air, the least I could do was relax and enjoy what he was doing. My hands tightened their grip as his reached up to pinch my nipples. Each time he groaned or moaned into me, the shiver slid up my spine. He was just too good at this, I decided.

Lucky me.

Unlike men that had seemed reticent, Edward was eager. It almost bordered on scary, the ferocity with which he seemed to practically devour me, but oh, the pleasure. Just like the day before, he made me lightheaded and dizzy with pleasure, repeatedly. Emboldened, my hands reached through his wild hair, tugging and tightening as I came again.

When I could think again, I shook my head, looking right into his eyes.

“I don't want to know how you got so good at that, but maybe I owe someone some flowers or something.”

He laughed and I moved, shifting my body and lying on top of him.

Edward flexed his hips a few times, teasing us both. I was so insanely over-sensitized that each push threatened to make me fall into too-sensitive territory.

Moving my hand between us, I guided him. Well, I touched and twisted, pulling and gripping a few times for good measure, but then, I guided him inside of me. As I sank down, I sat up, increasing the depth and ability with which I could control what we did.

Or so I thought.

“Grab my hands,” he said.

Okay?

We linked our hands, and then he instructed me to lean back, my knees pushed in front of me. Slowly, he squeezed his thighs, moving in and out at such an agonizing pace. Was this tantric sex, I wondered? When I thought I might have to beg for him to go just a little faster, or let go of one of my hands so I could alleviate some newfound frustrations, he winked.

He winked, then pushed harder, hitting deeper. Of course, he pulled back faster, and I sank faster, a squeak coming from me at the change in everything. Faster, he flexed and thrust, and I squeaked and moaned.

God, I need to remember to propose again. Right after the next orgasm.

Grateful we were home alone, the next orgasm came quickly and loud. For both of us. The day before, he'd been somewhat quiet and reserved, but as he moved beneath me, he seemed to unfold and let go. If I'd thought watching him come the day before had been beautiful, it was nothing compared to actually being able to really see him in the light of day. His head tilted back, eyes locked closed, hands gripping my hips tightly to guide me.

Finally, several moments later, his body relaxed. I was glad my bed was so tiny, then, as I curled up above him. There was nowhere to escape, and I loved it. Edward's fingertips traced up and down my spine, the sun streaming onto our bodies like praise from the universe.

♥♥

It would have been easy to drop out of college, move in with Edward, and live like two slackers in love.

It would have been easy, but that wasn't what we did. That summer was magic; the sun kissed our skin daily, and I helped Edward with his odd jobs when I could. I finally mustered the nerve to tell Charlie I had a boyfriend after a few weeks, and although he was skeptical, he knew Edward's parents and eventually seemed to soften to the idea. Especially once I told him I was going back to school at the end of summer, as planned.

A lot of the paths Edward and I could have taken would have been easier, but no, we did things the only way we knew we could. After the kite-flying incident, we talked about kids. About having them, wanting them, and finally, teaching them. Edward was amazing with every kid we encountered that summer, and even though he couldn't really see the full potential, I could. He absolutely shined when they were around, a bubble of happy.

When I returned to Arizona, I cried the entire drive. It wasn't until I was safely back at home and in my routine that Edward dropped a bomb on me – he was going back to school, too. For a brief moment, I prayed he'd move to Arizona to go to the same college, but he needed to stay near his family. I didn't really understand, but I was envious of his relationship with his parents, and in my heart, I always knew we'd end up around them.

Even that first year, I was building a future for us in my mind. It just had to work out; we were too worth it to let anything like distance or school get in the way.

We visited each other every chance we could, and made Skype dates when we couldn't. We'd order Thai food and get sloppy with our noodles, then dirty with our hands. I let him see me at my worst – red eyes and snotty nose when my heart felt like it might break from missing him, and he did the same. We whispered and yelled, and god, we loved fiercely.

We loved.

It took four more years, but as I watched Edward receive his diploma, all of our parents around, I couldn't have been happier.

Esme catered his graduation party, and all of our friends were there. I'd gone to grab two more beers from us, and when I walked into the living room, at first, I was confused.

“Did you drop something?” I asked, setting the bottles on the table, dropping to my knees to help him look for whatever was lost.

“No, baby. Please, get up.”

“What are you...”

I couldn't even finish the sentence. My brain was so tangled again in a loop of yes, yes, yes – something he'd reduced me to so many times over those years. His words were fuzzy and muddled in my brain. I was so overwhelmed, I could barely stand, much less listen. But I heard the most important words.

“I can't spend another day without you. Bella Swan, will you please marry me?”

Yes, yes, yes.

Hope you all enjoyed! See you all soon!

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-06-29T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. I love music so much and so many different songs are inspirational so it's always tough for me to pick just one every week!! So many songs were going through my head as I thought of what to post this week and I've been getting some great suggestions from others lately. Ultimately, the song picked itself as it usually does!! Those songs are sneaky like that! Anyway....I hope you find this one inspirational. As always I love to hear from all of you! So let me know what you think or, if you are inspired, I'd love to hear about that as well!! Now, on to the good stuff!!!!

Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson

I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in

If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
Make you believe
Make you forget

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard and drown me in love

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard and drown me in love

I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said

If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard and drown me in love

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard and drown me in love

I miss the pull of your heart
I taste the sparks on your tongue
And I see angels and devils and God
When you come on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on

Sing sha la la la
Sing sha la la la la

Come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard and drown me in love

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Pull me down hard and drown me, drown me in love

(Come on get higher, loosen my lips)
It's all wrong
(Faith and desire and the swing of your hips)
It's all wrong
(Pull me down hard)
It's so right
(And drown me, drown me in love)

Come on get higher
(Come on get higher, loosen my lips)
Come on and get higher
(Faith and desire and the swing of your hips)
Because everything works love
Everything works in your arms

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-06-28T00:01:00.000-07:00

This week's NSFW photo is a delightful f/f color picture. I'll never think about picnics the same...

Marauding Mondays

2011-06-27T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Hello and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. As always, if you have a story or know of a story that you would like to suggest for this little feature then simply fill out this form (guidelines listed there) and we will take it from there. A big thanks to all of you who have and continue to suggest stories. We couldn't do it all with your participation.

Waiting in the Twilight by DeltaDawn'sDreams
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

While working on the Breaking Dawn Movie, actor Edward Cullen finds himself addicted to a few web blogs. When a new member joins the group he finds himself captivated by the things she writes about him.

Until next time....happy plundering.

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-06-22T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. This is yet another selection that chose me. I heard this on the radio on the way home for work and thought it would be perfect for this little feature. I hope all of you enjoy it.

Never Gonna Leave This Bed by Maroon 5

You push me, I don't have the strength to
Resist or control you
So take me down, take me down

You hurt me but do I deserve this?
You make me so nervous
Calm me down, calm me down

Wake you up in the middle of the night to say
I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed

So come here and never leave this place
Perfection of your face
Slows me down, slows me down

So fall down, I need you to trust me
Go easy, don't rush me
Help me out, why don't you help me out?

Wake you up in the middle of the night to say
I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed

So you say go, it isn't worth it
And I say no, it isn't perfect
So I stay and still
I'm never gonna leave this bed

Take it, take it all, take all that I have
I'd give it all away just to get you back
And fake it, fake it, I'll take what I can get

Knocking so loud
Can you hear me yet?
Try to stay awake
But you can't forget

Wake you up in the middle of the night to say
I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed

You say go, it isn't worth it
And I say no, it isn't perfect
So I stay and still
I'm never gonna leave this bed

Take it, take it all
Take all that I have
Take it, take it all
Take all that I have

Take it, take it all
Take all that I have
Take it, take it all
Take all that I have

Take it, take it all
Take all that I have
Take it, take it all
Take all that I have

Take it, take it all
Take all that I have

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-06-21T00:01:00.001-07:00

This week's NSFW photo is a black & white solo female. Enjoy!

Marauding Mondays

2011-06-20T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello everybody and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. I know there was no post last week but I sadly didn't have any stories to feature. So this week I hope I get lots of lovely story suggestions. Your continued participation helps keep us going so don't be shy. If you have a story you'd like to see featured here then simply fill out this form (guidelines listed there) and we'll take care of the rest. Now, on to the good stuff!

It's Not The Life It Seems by ParkerJ
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

Bella never knew she had an identical twin sister: Marie. When they meet the summer before their junior year of high school, they plan a short-term switch and Bella meets Edward as Marie. What happens when she goes back to being Bella?

Until next time.....happy plundering.....

2011-06-17T00:01:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone! You may have noticed the absence of a FMF last week. Well the sad news is that there itonot one this week either. But stayed tuned for great things to come and follow me on Twitter for a Fandom Gives Back event starting soon, can't wait! See you all next week!

ZiggyND

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-06-15T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. I hope you all enjoy this week's selection and that you find it very inspirational!

One by U2

Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame

You say
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without

Well it's
Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head?

Did I ask too much?
More than a lot?
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again

You say
Love is a temple
Love, a higher law
Love is a temple
Love ,the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should

One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers

One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One

One

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-06-14T00:01:00.000-07:00

This week our picture is NSFW. It's a black and white, male/female photo, and I ... just ... *thud* I hope you do, too.

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-06-08T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. I hope all of you will enjoy my selection this week. This one has been stuck in my head for a week now so I wanted to share it with all of you. I hope many of you will find it as inspirational as I do. Many of you may have heard this song as performed by The Fugees but I'm partial to Roberta Flack's original version. As always, if there is a song or an artist you would like to see featured on here let me know by commenting on this post or e-mailing me at ttrecs@gmail.com. Now....on to the good stuff!!

Killing Me Softly by Roberta Flack

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

[Break]

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me

He was strumming my pain
Yeah, he was singing my life
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-06-07T11:50:00.001-07:00

RAWR! This Tuesday's picture is a black and white photo - it could be one guy, or two, there isn't enough information ;) Absolutely NSFW this week! Enjoy.

Marauding Mondays

2011-06-06T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. Thanks to all of you who continue to suggest stories for our wonderful little feature! We couldn't do it without all of you! If you have a story you'd like to suggest to us, fill out this form (guidelines listed there) and we will take it from there! Now, on with the good stuff!

Uptown Realty by lt90
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

When Bella and Rose move into an apartment that is a work in progress, Bella falls for her gorgeous landlord. Is he handy with more than just a hammer, or will his past hold him back from fixing himself and the apartment?

Faith and Blood by Ambaro
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

Brought together by blood and separated by faith, Bella the student meets Edward the doctor in hospital. Knowing they shouldn't be together by laws of faith, family and conscience they truly see on and other.

Until next time....happy plundering!

Oneshot: Covet by Aisling-91

2011-06-03T00:01:00.000-07:00

Hey Everyone! Yay it's Friday *happy dance* And it's summer, just waiting for Mother Nature to get that same memo :o) This week's contribution is from Aisling-91. This week there is a twist that is SO fantastic! I know you will like this one! Have a great weekend!

Cov.et–verb (used with object)

1. To desire wrongfully, inordinately, or without due regard for the rights of others: to covet another's property.

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Covet by Aisling-91

I shouldn’t want him.

God, I know I shouldn’t want him.

But I do.

The first nail in the coffin for me was when Alice said the fateful words “I’d like to introduce you to our newest client, Jasper Whitlock,” and I thought I was going to pass out. Or have a spontaneous orgasm. Or both.

Jasper Whitlock: movie star/sex symbol extraordinaire. He was beyond stunning with his honey blonde waves and blue eyes so dark that they were almost black. Everything about him screamed power and sex, from the way he acted, to the way he spoke.

Our PR Company has been representing Jasper for the last six months and he is so much more involved with this side of the business than our other clients. He makes frequent unannounced visits to the office that always leave me dazed and aroused. The effect he has on me is undeniable and extraordinary. Each encounter I have with him is just one more nail in the coffin that is leading to the aforementioned passing out and/or spontaneous orgasm.

The final nail in the coffin came when I was at home in my condo one evening. Jasper had once again paid a visit to the office and charmed every one of our staff members as per usual, but he also did something out of the ordinary today. He came in my office to talk to me, alone. Technically, we only spoke about business, but I know I wasn’t imagining the heated stares and the brushing of his hot flesh against my own. Not to mention the underlying innuendos in his comments. It was like there was a neon sign above his head the screamed SEX! SEX! SEX! He had left just as fast as he entered and I was once again left dazed and aroused. A common occurrence when it comes to Mr Jasper Whitlock.

I sighed out heavily as I fell back onto my sofa with my eyes closed and my legs spread. My hand started to wander along with my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he acted in my office. Sure, he was the most attractive man I had ever seen but beyond all of that, he had an air of power and control that was that was just so incredibly sexy. The unwavering eye contact that he gave was unnerving but only because it left me feeling vulnerable. Would he know that I’m attracted to him? Can he see how badly I want him to bend me over my office desk and fuck me?

A small part of me thinks Jasper could read those things in me. That same small part of me also thinks Jasper willingly flirted with me today. That part of me is obviously wrong. I’m not Jasper’s type at all. I should know what his type is; my office is the one that releases statements regarding his romantic life with his Blonde Brigade as I like to call them.

But today...the way he acted today gave me enough to play with. I can easily convince myself that the small brushes against me were intentional, that the intense looks were meaningful.

I let out a small moan as my hand slid over the top of my underwear. Oh yes, I have more than enough to play with.

It was only minutes later when the bright light from a condo opposite me ripped me from my very intense session of self-gratification. I groaned and cursed loudly into the empty room.

Fucking apartment buildings built too fucking close together. Fuck.

I ripped my hand out from my underwear and glared at the window. My arousal had not diminished and I fully intended to continue my fantasy about Jasper fucking my over my desk. I climbed up off the sofa and went over to the large windows and began closing the curtains. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and...well, I became more than reluctant to close the curtains on the show that was going on in the lavish apartment opposite my own.

There were two people, a man and a woman. The man was backed up against the window and I could barely see the outline of the naked woman on her knees in front of him. The man was naked and in very good shape, his ass was pressed against the glass and his head was thrown back in obvious pleasure. Though this stranger’s hair was much too long to belong to Jasper, from this angle, I could easily mistake him for Jasper since the man has honey blond hair like Jasper’s.

That thought alone made my arousal grow exponentially. I leaned against the column that separated my two main windows and let my hand wander back into my underwear. I was sure as fuck going to enjoy this show.

I watched what was obviously a great blow job until the man suddenly yanked the woman up and kissed her hard before hiking her legs up around his waist. He walked forward with her clinging to him until he reached the end of the sofa and I watched as he deposited her face down over the arm of the sofa, legs spread with her ass in the air. He walked back and just stared at her, perhaps teasing her with words. I imagined Jasper doing this to me and a loud moan fell from my mouth.

With my heart racing and my breathing becoming laboured, I continued watching as the man suddenly struck the woman’s ass with his bare hand over and over until her cheeks turned a pretty pink. He stepped closer and ground his thick cock between her ass cheeks while pulling her head up by just her hair. Within seconds, he reared back only to thrust back into her pussy wildly.

I was going to come...hard. And by the looks of things, the two lovers across the way were not far behind me.

The man pulled out after a few minutes of hard pounding and flipped his lover over, her tits were flushed and bounced slightly from the movement. He slipped back inside of her and I watched as her head tipped back in ecstasy, eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream.

My own hand moved faster and faster until I found myself on the brink when a movement in the corner of my eye startled me.

Oh, holy fuck. There was someone else in the apartment opposite. And they had a perfect view of the lovers in the living room, and they had obviously had a perfect view of me since I only noticed the movement of them leaving the far window.

Had they been watching me this whole time? Were they going to tell the couple in the living room that some voyeuristic fucker across the way had been watching their hot little session?

I was about to run into my bedroom when the third person sauntered into the living room behind the man that was still fucking the woman over the sofa.

No. No fucking way. Absolutely not.

I squinted a little and focused on the profile of the third person when he suddenly turned and looked straight into my eyes and smirked.

There’s that feeling again.

The feeling that I’m either going to pass out or spontaneously orgasm. I always get that feeling when I see Jasper. Now is no exception.

Jasper Whitlock is in the apartment in front of me. Naked (and he has a huge cock, might I add). Smirking. All while two people are fucking right in front of him.

My arousal has skyrocketed but I still think I’m going to pass out.

Jasper fucking Whitlock. My client. The man of my dreams and fantasies.

I watch, both terrified and aroused, as he walks up behind the main and grips his ass suddenly.

Oh, my God.

Jasper grinds his own thick cock into the man’s ass cheeks and licks the side of his neck.

All while watching me.

Oh, my God.

My eyes roll back and, unconsciously, my hand begins to wander once more.

I should move away from the window. Hide. Write a letter of resignation. Something...anything.

But I don’t. I can’t

I continue watching as Jasper steps back from behind the man and moves to the side of the couple, facing them. Facing me directly.

His eyes bore into mine and I can’t help but return his stare until it becomes too much and I drag my eyes away only to fully gaze upon his body. Ripped, gorgeous, and hard. I can’t help but just stare at his cock. I mean, I have literally been dreaming about it filling me for months now. I lick my lips unconsciously and my eyes widen when I see his hand move to grip the base of his cock firmly. My eyes shoot back up to his stormy blue ones only to see him still staring at me intently.

The woman, still being pounded mercilessly, reaches up for Jasper’s left hand and she begins to tease his fingers with her tongue and lips. He looks down at her and I see him say something. For a second, I panic thinking that he is finally telling her about me, but she never looks this way. She simply arches her back and starts manipulating her nipples while still sucking on Jasper’s fingers.

His gaze meets mine once more as he begins to stroke his hard cock firmly with his right hand. He bites down onto his bottom lip as he twists his hand at the head of his cock with each firm pass.

Oh, my God.

I watch as his muscles tense and his eyes blaze. His hand moves faster, as does the other man’s hips. In perfect symphony, I watch as the man plunges his cock deep into the writhing woman and holds it there as he comes while Jasper jerks his cock above the woman’s flushed breasts and bites down roughly on his lip as his milky come lands all over her breasts. She continues to writhe in utter pleasure until her back arches, her mouth opens, and she stills in her own moment of toe-curling ecstasy.

My hand slaps roughly against the glass of the window as my own earth-shattering orgasm takes over and I cry out as the inferno spreads inside of my veins.

I stand there with my forehead pressed against the window, basking in the feeling of my orgasm for what feels like hours until the weight of the situation hits me like a fucking freight train and my eyes shoot open. Through the steamed up glass, I can see that the curtains have been closed in the apartment across from mine. The show is over, apparently.

My mind is quiet for a moment and then thoughts run rampant through my mind as I think about what just happened.

The couple. The sex. The pounding. Jasper. His smirk. His cock. His come.

I had never seen anything so wanton, so debauched.

So fucking hot.

I let out a sigh as I finally removed my hand from the confines of my underwear and thought about one very important thing.

I am so getting fired on Monday.

From the moment that I woke up from my restless night’s sleep to the moment I closed the door to my office, I remained a ticking time bomb for a nervous breakdown. I leaned back against my office door, closed my eyes and let out a low sigh.

The actions of that night and the possible repercussions that I now face are the only things that I have been able to think about all weekend.

There was so much that I could have done differently. I could’ve just looked away and closed my curtains the moment I saw the couple against the window.

There was so much that I didn’t really understand. Why was Jasper there? Was he watching me pleasure myself the whole time? Why did he make his motions so obvious? I watched as he touched another man sexually. That was not he Jasper Whitlock that I knew. Why did he do that? Better yet, why did he let me watch him do that?

A knocking at my door roused me from my relentless thoughts and, as I turned to let the person in, I mentally prepared myself for the speech that will leave me jobless.

I gripped the cold handle and opened the door only to find Alice, my partner, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Did you not hear you phone ringing?” she let out an exasperated sigh and raised her eyebrow at me.

I shook my head and wiped my sweaty palms against my suit. I thought I’d at least go out in style.

“No, sorry,” I frowned and moved from the doorway to let her in but she shook her head minutely.

“I’m not stopping, I have so much work to do for the whole cheating NBA star clean image program that we’ve got going on. I just wanted to let you know that the fine piece of ass known as Jasper Whitlock has requested a meeting with you later on,” she smirked.

“I wonder what trouble he’s got himself into this time. After all, it’s not often that one of the biggest paid movie stars requests a one on one meeting with one of the best PR Reps in town. Someone’s been a naughty boy!” she laughed, her short black strands of hair bounced with the movement.

I cleared my throat uncomfortably and tried to give a chuckle but it came out sounding like a constipated horse.

“Well, I’ll see what I can do to help him. What time did Mr Whitlock make the appointment for?” I hope she didn’t notice my hesitation on his name. She gave me a look. She totally noticed.

“He said it’d be pretty late, maybe even after hours,” Oh god, he’s going to kill me, I just know it. He’s waiting for there to be no witnesses. Fuck.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, partner. I’ve told security to let him up whenever he does manage to get here and I also told them that you’d walk him out so there was no need to wait after their shift is done,” she smiled, pleased that she had done something that she thought was helpful.

Oh, God.

I watched as Alice turned on her heel and walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more. I closed the door, walked the few short feet to my desk and sat down with my head in my hands.

The good news is that Jasper has not told anyone what occurred on Friday night. If he had, the powers that be would have had me out of this office by now.

The bad news is that Jasper is coming to meet with me. In person. After hours. Alone.

The really bad news is that, once again, sitting at this desk, all I can think about is being bent over it and fucked by Jasper.

The day passes in a complete and utter blur. I think I did some actual work, but I can’t be sure. I stopped looking at the clock hours ago because I was getting that feeling of being sick to my stomach each time I looked at it.

I think Alice popped her head in to say goodnight but, again, I can’t be sure. I had long since kicked my uncomfortable shoes off under my desk. I glanced up and decided to check the time once more. Eight o’clock. Everyone was long gone, especially on a Monday.

Perhaps he wasn’t going to show.

I waited for what felt like another hour – but was really only minutes – until I gave up and decided to high-tail it out of there before the shit hit the fan.

I had just bent down to retrieve my shoes when I heard my office door creak open.

Oh, fuck. Just keep breathing, it’ll be over soon.

The door clicked close and I heard the lock slide into place. My panic level skyrocketed.

That’s it, I’m gonna die. He’s gonna kill me so I don’t expose his sexcapades. Oh, God.

I aimed to show a calm demeanour as I slowly rose to my feet, behind the desk. It would have been a pretty smooth move if I hadn’t hit my head on the desk.

God, he was still so beautiful. The muscles in his jaw twitched as I drank him in quickly before remembering why I was in the situation.

“Mr Whitlock, hi,” I tried to make my voice sound strong. “Alice said you needed to talk to me about something. How can I help you?”

He smirked while his stormy blue zeroed in on me.

“Yes, I thought we had a few things to discuss,” his voice was deep and rich, like honey. His slight southern accent was enough to make me come on the spot.

Slowly, the panic gave way to the usual feeling of spontaneous orgasm/passing out. He was too beautiful for his own good.

“Are you ok?” his amused voice broke through my less than appropriate thoughts. “You’re looking a little flushed over there, Edward.”

My eyes are wide as I reach up and run my hands through my hair.

“I’m fine, Sir. Thanks, um, for asking,” God, Edward, could you be any less smooth in your delivery?

“Sir? Don’t you think that’s a little formal for the two of us to use?” he paced the room slowly before finally turning back to me. “I mean, you have already seen my cock. Calling me Sir might give off the wrong impression, don’t you think?”

Oh, wow. Not how I expected him to approach that particular topic. Do I play it cool or just come clean and get it over with? I’m at a complete loss right now.

“Are you still with me, Edward?” he cocked his eyebrow and hooked his thumbs in the front pockets of his denim jeans. “You’re looking a little dazed,” he said with a wry smile.

“Look, um, Mr Whitlock...what happened on Friday...I won’t tell anyone about it. I promise.”

And I meant it. As much as my head would like to play games and convince me that Jasper actually cared about me, I know that what happened on Friday was the result of some sexual tension between the three people in that living room, not with myself. Even if I lose my job, I will still protect his secret.

“Mmm, yes, Friday. What an interesting turn of events that was,” he walked forward and rested his hands on my desk. We were now only separated by a mere two feet. He gazed across at me, “And how do you feel about what happened on Friday, Edward?”

How do I feel?

How do I explain all of the mixed emotions that have bubbled up since that night? Many of them will probably scare the crap out of him.

I sighed and broke his gaze, choosing to lean on the desk slightly and look at my hands.

You’re probably gonna lose your job anyway, Cullen. Might as well go balls out and tell him the truth.

I looked back up and was momentarily taken aback at how this new position brought our faces much closer together. I cleared my throat gently and pulled back.

“How do I feel? Honestly?” his eyes were intense as he nodded his head at my questioning tone. “I feel...so many different things. On the night itself I was, um, turned on, I guess. And then you were there and I was shocked.” I could feel the blush rise on my cheeks.

“And that’s all you felt? Shocked and turned on?” his brows furrowed and he sounded almost disappointed.

“No, no. Um, I was worried about my job all weekend. I was confused about you being there and acknowledging me the way you did,” I sighed and looked directly into his eyes as I said the next part. “I was jealous. I am jealous still.”

“Jealous? Now why would that be, hmm?” his tone was teasing, but his eyes showed genuine confusion.

Time to man up, Cullen.

“I was jealous because...” I sighed in frustration and tugged at my hair before trying again. “Look Jasper, I’m just going to lay it all out for you, ok? I’m gay. I like you. I’ve liked you for a really long time, actually. I’ve wanted you so badly, for so long. Irrational or not, I felt jealous of the fact you were touching another man...a man that wasn’t me. So...yeah,” I knew my cheeks were flushed and I looked down at the floor before realizing that I had nothing to be ashamed of and shot my eyes back to his stubbornly.

He looked pleased, and a little stunned maybe.

“Yeah?” his voice was soft, questioning.

I nodded, not knowing what he wanted to hear from my mouth.

I watched him as he suddenly smiled. And then laughed.

He was laughing at me.

Just as I was about to turn and grab my briefcase, his voice broke through to me.

“Edward, I’m sorry to laugh. I’m not laughing at you, just at the situation,” I looked at him sceptically and he frowned slightly, walking around my desk until he was in front of me.

His blue eyes bore into mine with an intensity I had never seen before. He smiled gently.

“First of all, I want to apologize for what happened on Friday. Riley and Bree invited me over and well, one thing led to another. They wanted me to watch them fuck and I did. And then I saw you and my heart stopped. You see, Edward, I have wanted you from the moment I first saw you. I couldn’t help myself from playing with you from afar. I don’t honestly know what my intention was, I was just a horny motherfucker that saw the guy he’s crazy about jacking off...it messed with my head a little,” his eyes were tender as he took in my shocked expression. “I didn’t mean to make you jealous. You should know that my heart has only belonged to you, whether you realized it or not.”

Oh, my God.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smiled.

I looked down at my feet in complete shock at the whole situation. It wasn’t until Jasper’s rough hand met my cheek to make me look at him that the reality of the situation sunk in.

I want him, he wants me. I returned his smile and pressed my hand against his, over my cheek.

His eyes darted down to my lips and the atmosphere in the room changed dramatically. When his gaze returned to my own, his blue eyes were practically black and he licked the corner of his mouth subtly.

He was standing so close I could feel his breath on my face. His dark blue eyes twinkled as he gazed at me with a tender expression. In a matter of seconds his tender gaze turned mischievous, naughty.

He brought his hand up and caressed the side of my face. Unconsciously, I leaned in closer to him as my eyes began to close at the feeling of him finally touching me.

“Edward, I have wanted you for so fucking long” now both of his hands were gripping my face, his expression one of intense need. “Can I have you?” he bit down on his soft looking lips as he awaited my response. His lip-biting made me think of Friday night and I let out a small moan unintentionally.

“Yes...please,” I had barely got the words out of my mouth before he crushed his mouth against my own. His lips were soft yet insistent, moving with my own. One of his hands moved to the back of my neck and played with the very ends of my hair while the other moved down to my waist and suddenly yanked my hips forward, pressing tightly against his own.

I’m not sure who moaned louder, Jasper or me.

To have waited so long for something...to have dreamed about something...and finally have it happen was simply overwhelming.

I mirrored his position, slipping my hand into his honey coloured hair while my other hand moved down from his shoulder to his chest before finally moving to his hip and squeezing gently.

I couldn’t help but rub my hardened cock against his. I had already seen his cock, and now I was more than ready to feel it. Jasper moaned and tugged on my hair a little, moving his lips down to my neck and biting the flesh there gently.

“Such a naughty boy, Edward, rubbing on my cock like that,” his voice was hot against my ear, his words sinful and delicious. “Are you remembering what it looks like, baby? Are you thinking about me jerking my cock until my hot come landed on her fucking tits, hmm?” he bit down once more on my neck while my eyes rolled back in my head and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “Did you wish it was you? Did you wish it was your flesh that my come landed on and not hers? I bet you did, right Edward? I know I did.”

“Ugh, fuck yes. God, Jasper,” my hands moved back to his ass cheeks and I squeezed them roughly, pulling him in and grinding against him at the same time.

“Say it.” He moved to look directly into my eyes with his commanding gaze.

“God, Jasper, I need you. I want your cock,” I began to tug restlessly on his shirt as I crushed my mouth against his once more. I finally removed his shirt and I didn’t hesitate in rubbing my hands along his well defined chest and abs. His mouth opened against my own and I felt his tongue push against my lips. I returned the favour and we began to explore each other’s mouths, while he removed my suit jacket and tugged on my shirt until it opened up and slipped down my arms.

He pressed his bare chest against my own and moaned roughly.

“You’re so fucking hot, Edward. I’ve dreamt about fucking hard you over this desk for months. Just thinking about the feeling of your tight little ass squeezing around me while I pushed into you against the edge of the desk was enough to make me come hard every time I thought about it,”

Hmm, Jasper was a bit of a dirty talker. I liked it.

“I would get so hard whenever I thought about you, let alone when I saw you. By the end of our group meetings my cock would be aching, wanting the feel of your mouth or your ass on it,” he was running his lips and tongue against my neck while his hands worked on unzipping my pants. “My cock is aching right now, Edward. Do you want to do something about it?” he had opened my pants and had begun running his thumbs along the seam of my underwear, never quite going underneath where I needed his touch the most.

I wanted to suck his cock. I think he knew that, but I said it anyway before unbuttoning his jeans and pressing my hand against his impressive cock. He was going commando, of course.

I watched as Jasper’s eyes closed and his mouth fell open in pleasure. I pushed his jeans down and watched as his cock sprung up against his stomach, no longer impeded by the denim.

Jasper’s head rested on my shoulder as he let out a series of moans at the feeling of my hand gripping the base of his cock and moving up, swiping my thumb along the smooth dark pink head before going back down to the base.

I pleasured him with my hand for just a few minutes before he suddenly pushed his hand into my underwear and squeezed his fist around my cock. My eyes flew open and I let out a strangled moan, startled at the unexpected action.

As my hold on him loosened due to intense pleasure I was receiving from his hand, he finally just removed my hold on him and stepped back a little so he could yank down the remainder of my clothing. Jasper fell to the ground along with my clothing and studied me for a moment before looking up at me with a mischievous grin.

“Uncut, Edward?” he purred as his face closed in on my thigh, his tongue peeking out to lick the flesh. “Baby, we are going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

He continued his teasing little licks and kisses on the tops of my thighs, my hips, and around my cock. His soft lips had yet to touch me where I needed him most and I was growing impatient.

“Jasper, your mouth...” I trailed of as his tongue came closer to where I needed it but he pulled away abruptly.

“What about my mouth, Edward?”

“I want it,”

“And you have it. My lips and tongue have been all over you, baby. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Fuck, yes...I mean, no, wait, ugh,” I moaned as his mouth came down on me once more and he nipped at the flesh just inches away from my cock.

“You don’t want this, Edward?” his voice was teasing.

I was tired of playing. I gripped his hair and pulled him back to look at me directly. I had the control now, thought I was sure he would take it back before the night was over.

“Yes, Jasper, I want your mouth. I want it on my cock, now.” I kept his head in my grasp with one hand as I gripped my cock with the other. I gently stroked his smirking lips with just the head of my hard dick, watching in a daze as the precum on the tip left a glistening trail on his mouth.

His tongue snaked out and licked the very tip of my cock before pulling his head back and pushing me against the desk. He removed my hand and replaced it with his own, gripping me firmly at the base and squeezing gently with every word that fell from his lips.

“This is mine for tonight, Edward. I will do whatever I want with it. Got it?”

“Yes, God, yes,” I was a mumbling mess. The feeling of his large, warm hand wrapped around my flesh was indescribable.

I had just enough time to brace my hands behind me on the desk and lean my head back before his mouth suddenly encased my entire cock. I looked down, shocked and aroused beyond belief, to see his lips just a centimetre away from my body. Watching my reaction carefully, he slowly pulled back and revealed my now wet cock inch by inch until it fell from his lips.

“Mine.” His voice was rough and deep, his eyes dangerous in his aroused state. His own cock was hard and thick between his thighs, waiting for the attention to return to it.

I’ve been deep-throated before, but never in one go like that. I’m not exactly small and the fact that he just did that was...so fucking hot.

“Say it, Edward,” his hand gripped the base of me once more, his mouth hovering back over my cock teasingly.

“Yours,” I replied breathlessly, “I’m yours, and my cock is yours. Only yours, Jas – Oh fuck! Yeah, just like that, ugh fuck,” his mouth was heaven. He had suctioned his lips back around me before I had even finished my sentence. Not that I’m complaining. He switched between deep-throating and placing teasing licks and wet kisses along my cock. He seemed to be appreciating the fact that I was uncut, sucking and even nibbling on the skin lightly.

I was a wanton mess.

“God...fuck, Jas...gonna come,” I tugged on his hair lightly. The feeling of his mouth on me was too much. He removed my cock from his mouth and left a long, slow lick from base to tip before standing up and crushing his lips to mine, his cock rubbing against my own at the action.

Out of breath and horny as hell, we continued grinding or hips together as we kissed.

“I love your cock, Edward,” Jasper’s voice was husky as he spoke between kisses. “I want to play with it. Can I?”

“Do whatever the fuck you want Jasper,” I was too turned on to even care at that point. I felt his hand grip my cock just below the head and pull down slightly, lowering the skin and I sighed in pleasure, closing my eyes. His thumb stroked along the tip gently before I felt something distinctly bigger and harder press against the head of my cock. My eyes flew open and looked down only to see Jasper guiding his cock against the head of my own before swiftly tugging my hood over the head of my cock and stretching it to cover the head of his.

“FUCK! Ugh, Jas...feels so...fuck, so good,” my hand slammed down onto the desk loudly, the pleasure coursing through me was overwhelming.

Docking. I had heard about it but never tried it. Until now, apparently.

Jasper looked down at me with a dazed smirk and flushed cheeks as he started rubbing the head of his dick against my own, both encased in my hood and his fist.

I was too overwhelmed with the pure feeling of ecstasy to even contemplate moving. I just leaned further against the desk and let him continue.

We were both moaning and panting heavily. I was close to coming and he knew it. I leaned forward and kissed his lips, my tongue pushing past roughly and dancing with his own. The motion caused our cocks to be disconnected and we both moaned at the loss.

Just as he reached down to connect us once more, I closed my fist around his hand and stopped him.

“I have to feel you cock inside of me. I’ve dreamt about you pounding my ass over this desk and I fully intend for that wish to be fulfilled tonight,” I was practically begging but I was too aroused to care anymore. “My cock’s already yours...now make my ass yours too, Jasper.”

“Oh your ass had been mine for a long time, Edward. Now we’re just going to make it official, Darlin’,” his stormy blue eyes danced with excitement. “Turn around, Edward. Now.”

I turned and he pushed gently on my back until my elbows rested against the leather insert of the desk. His hand moved slowly down my back and gently moved to caress my ass before gripping each cheek tightly and grinding is cock in between them. The movement caused my cock to rub against the leather roughly and I moaned at the feeling. I felt his teeth scrape gently against my back as he placed a quick slap on my ass. Kinky fucker.

His warmth left me and I heard the rustling of clothing behind me. I was about to turn and check that he wasn’t leaving when his warmth returned against my back, his hands rubbing down my sides soothingly. I realized what he had been doing with his clothes when I heard the familiar sound of a condom wrapper being opened.

His mouth continued its teasing path along my back as his feet gently nudged my legs further apart. One of his hands snaked around to fondle my aching cock while the other prepared my entrance. I felt his lubricated finger slowly circling my hole before pushing in ever so slightly. Finally. He continued his slow movements until his finger was sliding in and out with ease. He swiped the tip of my cock with his thumb while probing my entrance with two of his fingers, his motions faster and more desperate than before.

“Jas, I’m ready. Just get inside of me, please,” I was not above begging. Not when I was this horny for the man.

“You ready for my cock, Darlin’? You want it?” his rough voice made my cock twitch in his hand. He gave me another hard tug on my cock before letting go and placing his hand on my lower back, holding me steady for the impending intrusion. “Well, I’m gonna give it to you, Edward...good and proper. Nice and hard,” his voice dropped to a low groan at the end as I felt the head of his dick press against my entrance.

He pushed forward slowly, pressing in and out with just the head of his cock until I relaxed enough for him to press through the strong ring of muscles at my opening. He was bigger than anyone else that I had been with and I could definitely feel it. Once he pushed the head in with ease, he continued to fill me inch by inch until his hips rested against my ass cheeks and his forehead fell onto my back, a series of loud groans and curses falling from his lips. My eyes were squeezed shut and I bit down on my bottom lip in an effort not to come on his first full thrust. I had never felt so full before. The pure pleasure I was feeling was mind blowing.

His hands gripped my hips tightly as he began to pull out and thrust back in, each time getting harder and faster.

“Fuck, Jasper...” I began moaning incoherently as his hips moved faster and his balls tapped the sensitive skin behind my cock with each thrust. The force of his pounding was causing my cock to rub against the cool leather on my desk, the stimulation from front and back only speeding up my already fast approaching orgasm.

“Yeah...fuck, that’s it Edward. Your tight ass belongs to me now. Only my cock can fuck you like this,” Jasper was breathless behind me, his cock moving in and out at an intense speed. “Only I can make you feel like this, baby.”

His hand came down on my ass with a hard slap and I cried out in ecstasy.

“Mmm, that’s right, you like being mine don’t you?” His hand tangled in my short hair and pulled me upright, bringing my back flush against his hard chest. He continued thrusting his thick cock into my ass while he reached down and gripped my aching dick with his fist. I reached back with one arm and tangled my fingers in his hair, turning my head to meet his lips and tongue with my own.

Jasper broke the kiss and focused his attention on stroking my dick in time with his thrusts, bringing me closer to the edge.

“I want you to come, baby,” he purred as his tongue snaked out and lapped at my neck. “I’m gonna come in your hot little ass while you come in my hand...fuck, yeah, that’s it,” his thrusts became short and choppy as he neared his peak.

It was all too much. The teasing, the kissing, the sucking, the docking, the pounding...it was all too much. I felt the delicious heat run through me as I roared out my release with Jasper pumping streams of come from my cock. Jasper bit into my shoulder lightly and moaned wildly as he thrust his hips one final time and held his cock deep inside of me as he came, before collapsing against me completely spent and blissful.

It could have been minutes, hours, or even days that we stayed in that position simply calming ourselves down from the intense experience that we had shared. An experience we will repeat as many times as we can for as long as we can. For as long as we both shall live, perhaps.

When he finally pulled out, I whimpered at the loss. He quieted me with a slow kiss and a gentle smile.

“I know, baby. I feel it too.”

*fans self* good right!? Do you want Aisling-91 to keep going with this piece? Leave a note below and let me know what you think. See you next week! ~ZiggyND

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-06-01T15:34:00.000-07:00

Hello out there! Sorry for the delay in posting but here is this weeks 'Warbling Wednesdays' selection. Hope many of you find it inspirational or even just enjoy listening to it!

The Reason by Hoobastank

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with every day
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear

[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/h/hoobastank-lyrics/the-reason-lyrics.html]
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you

And the reason is you
And the reason is you
And the reason is you

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

May your muse shine upon you......

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-05-31T00:01:00.000-07:00

This Tuesday, our picture is a black & white m/f shot. I hope you enjoy.

Marauding Mondays

2011-05-30T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Hello and welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'! We've got a great story for you this week, as usual. Please remember to leave the author lots of lovely reviews. Also, if you would like to suggest a story to us for this little feature fill out this form (guidelines listed on form) and we'll take it from there! Enjoy!

Girl Friday by limerent object
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

Atoning for her past, a 26-yr old Bella finds herself in LA acting as a PA for the internationally known, yet intensely private, Edward Cullen. Both struggle with balancing their undeniable pull to one another and their inability to let the other in.

Until next time.....happy plundering.

Outtake: Rapture by AydenMorgen

2011-05-27T00:01:00.000-07:00

Hello Lovelies! So happy it's Friday and just about summer time. I hope that all of you are having a lovely long weekend. This week's FMF is from the talented AydenMorgen. This is an outtake from her story Rapture. This is a truly well written piece that is good regardless of your knowledge of the story. But in case you are wondering, Rapture is a wonderful story. I hope you all enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you down below!

Secret: A Rapture Outtake by AydenMorgen

August, 2010 –

Faint strands of music wafted throughout the honeymoon suite, calling to Edward like siren song as he stepped through the front door. He closed it quietly and stopped to listen. The words of the song were too soft to catch, but he didn’t need to hear them anyway. He knew what they meant.

Isabella was dancing.

A smirk graced his lips as he bolted the door firmly behind him and stole through the suite. He moved silently, shedding the Glock and his shoes as he went. The music swelled as he continued through the opulent space, Isabella’s sweet voice ringing out from the bedroom as she sang along.

He followed the sounds, and paused in the doorway.

She stood in the middle of the room, completely lost in the music. Her head was thrown back, her dark hair swept up off of her neck in a fountain of gentle curls. Her body moved like soft waves to the sensual beat, the silk sheath she wore seeming to kiss her beautiful body with each circle of her hips. One hand grasped the massive frame of the bed, helping to hold her upright as she swayed.

The curtains were thrown wide, the Toronto skyline bouncing quiet colors back into the room. They washed over Isabella like strobe lights, seemingly cocooning her in soft purples and hushed greens. She looked exactly as she did on the dance floor, only more radiant, more beautiful.

“I want you so bad,” his wife crooned softly along to the music, her voice little more than an electric purr as her other hand slid up her body and between her breasts.

His wife.

Lust speared through Edward, twisting like a knife in his gut at that reminder. She was officially his. His wife. His mate. His life…

He wanted her. Here. Now. Again.

Fuck dinner.

He pulled his shirt free of his jeans and tugged it over his head, dropping it where he stood. He groaned softly and stepped up behind her. His hands slipped around her waist. His face pressed into the curve of her neck.

She stilled for a moment, and then began to move again. “Edward,” she breathed softly, melting into his embrace and swaying against him.

He pressed his lips to the side of her neck and inhaled. Light, floral. Perfection.

A low groan rumbled from his throat. “You’re gorgeous, Mrs. Cullen,” he whispered against her ear, darting his tongue out to flick teasingly at her lobe.

Isabella moaned softly and released the bed frame. She lifted her arms over her head and wound them around his neck. He held her to him, her ass nestling against the straining bulge in his jeans as he ground his hips into her. The music pulsed around them.

"I'm driving fast now, don't think I know how to go slow," he breathed the familiar lyrics in her ear. They were no more than a soft rumble against her neck, all he could form through the thick haze of desire pressing down on him. It enveloped him like a blanket of fire, sizzling against his skin.

One hand slid down the black silk of her sheath until his fingertips caressed her creamy thigh.

She shivered, another soft moan breaking from her lips as his fingers delved beneath and began to inch the silk up her body. His fingertips never left the soft skin of her inner thigh.

"Where you at now," he continued singing in her ear, "I feel around..."

His fingers inched higher.

"There you are," he groaned the words in her ear as his fingers brushed across the scrap of fabric covering her. Heat burned at his fingers.

"Oh," she gasped.

Edward ground his cock into her again, his thumb trailing across the fabric covering her sex and slipping beneath. She was wet already, her arousal thick honey on his fingertips.

“Edward,” she groaned, twisting her fingers into his hair as he delved his hand between her legs, teasing her.

“Cool these engines, calm these jets." His fingers brushed like wings across her clit and descended lower as he sang. "I ask you how hot can it get…” He inched them lower again. “And as you wipe off beads of sweat…” His finger circled her entrance. “Slowly you say…” He circled again… “I'm not there yet." He plunged a finger inside of her as he whispered the erotic line against her neck.

“Fuck!” Isabella’s head fell back against his shoulder.

Edward grinned wickedly and nipped at her ear. “Precisely, Mrs. Cullen,” he murmured, pumping his finger slowly in and out of her. His free hand trailed up her body again and palmed her breasts. “Every way imaginable.”

Her nipples were hard points beneath his hand as she arched into him, biting her bottom lip against the moan he could hear bubbling in her throat in response to his promise.

“Keep dancing, beautiful.” He ground his cock into her again.

She shuddered in his arms and began to sway again. The circle of her hips was slower now, softer. Quiet moans tumbled from her lips as her body undulated against his.

Christ, the things he wanted to do to her.

“I need you,” he whispered, biting at the shell of her ear again. His lips trailed along her neck and onto her shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss there and then another. “Hard.” His finger twisted inside of her at the word, pressing against that one spot that drove her wild. “Say yes.”

His wife’s response was immediate. “Yes, yes,” she mewled.

Her hands tugged at his hair as the music continued on around them. He could feel her tightening around his finger, already dancing on the edge of climax and ready to fall over.

He wasn’t finished with her yet though. Not by a long shot.

He eased off, slowing the thrusts of his finger inside of her. His thumb swirled around her clit, close but never quite touching.

“Please,” she whimpered, writhing against him rhythmlessly now. “Please.”

The chorus began again.

“Sing it to me.” He sank his teeth lightly into her shoulder and then swirled his tongue across the spot, soothing it.

Isabella moaned wordlessly.

“Sing it, beautiful,” he commanded roughly. A second finger joined the first.

“I… don’t know you,” she whimpered the lyrics immediately.

“Good girl.” He flicked his thumb against her clit in reward.

“But I want you… Oh God,” she shuddered in his arms as he rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, “so bad.” Her voice was no more than an erotic moan rippling across the room by the end.

His cock swelled, another bolt of lust slicing through him at the sound. It obliterated everything but her and his driving need to truly claim her. Not soft and slow like last night, but hard and fast and completely.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grinding his cock into her ass again in search of friction.

It wasn’t enough, of course.

His hand trembled against her breast, the desire raging through him becoming almost feral.

Her mouth sought his, a soft “please,” whispered against his cheek.

He gave her what she needed, pulling her bottom lip into his mouth and biting. Her tongue darted out in response and licked along his lip before meeting his. She tasted like cinnamon. His fingers pumped inside of her faster and faster again as their tongues tangled around one another.

She mewled into his mouth, begging wordlessly for more.

He rolled her nipple between his fingers again as the music began to fade, and eased off again.

Desire held him like a vice now though, pounding through him in a dull roar. He needed to be inside of her, fucking her. Soon.

“No,” Isabella cried out in loss as his fingers slipped from beneath her panties.

He didn’t give her time to protest further.

His arms lashed around her waist, lifting her from the floor and all but tossing her to the bed. She landed on her back with a soft bounce, her body already arching up to meet his as he followed her down. His hand was at his jeans, tearing frantically at the button as he pressed his body to hers.

The silk of her dress was soft against his skin, but not nearly soft enough. It wasn’t her. Her skin. Her silk.

“Lift,” he commanded, abandoning his attempt to get his button loose and reaching for the sheath covering her instead. She lifted instantly, allowing him to drag the fabric roughly up her body and toss it away. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Mother… fuck…” He jerked her body back into his arms, crushing her chest to his. A soft growl tore from his throat as they connected skin to skin.

Her eyes rolled and closed in pleasure.

Edward captured her face between his hands and kissed her hard, nudging her legs apart as his tongue tangled with hers again. His cock ground into her center through his jeans. Even that contact sent a wave of pleasure shooting through him.

“Goddamn,” he hissed and broke their kiss. He gritted his teeth and lifted up again, jerking at the hopeless button once more.

Her hands ran up and down his back, fingernails scratching along his skin as she placed open mouth kisses across his neck. Her breath was hot against him, so fucking hot…

He ripped his jeans open finally, growling in triumph.

His mouth descended to her breasts as he shoved them down his legs and kicked them off.

“Oh!” Isabella’s fingers dug lightly into his back as he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Her back bowed off the bed as he bit. His hand dove between their bodies, shredding the scrap of lace still standing between him and what he wanted.

He was all over her then, his hands caressing, his lips pressing, and his teeth raking. Every inch of skin he uncovered was fair game as he licked, nipped and kissed. Isabella cried out at each searing press of his mouth to her skin, and each possessive grasp of his hands around her.

She writhed like a wild thing beneath him.

“Stay still,” he growled, jerking her legs apart and kneeling between them.

Her body writhed again.

Edward swore wordlessly and pressed her back down. “Don’t move,” he warned her, his lips blowing the words like a breeze across her clit.

“Please, please, please, please,” she chanted in return. Her fingers twisted in the sheets and loosened. Twisted and loosened again. Her hips bucked of their own volition again.

He swore harshly and gripped her hips tightly. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, kneading as he pulled her up to his face. His flicked his tongue hard against her clit, and again with one long, flat swipe.

Her taste exploded on his tongue, all familiar honey… all his.

“Fuck!” Isabella screamed.

The sound went straight to his cock, causing it to jerk.

Her hips jerked in his hands again, pushing his face deeper into her. The last of his control shredded like paper at that, and he devoured her. His tongue, teeth and lips worked against her in a frenzy… sucking, flicking and biting until he couldn’t fucking breathe.

He didn’t stop though. He couldn’t.

The need to claim her as his wife, his partner, the other half of his fucking soul, raged through him like a gale, pinning him to the Earth as Isabella screamed her pleasure for him.

That sound…

Christ, that sound.

The gale raged wilder, buffeting him with the twin desires to fuck her with his tongue until she came, and thrust his cock into her until she screamed. He needed both.

“Come for me,” he growled into her folds, his tongue driving into her passage. He shook his head back and forth, causing his nose to grind into her clit. Still it wasn’t close enough. It wasn’t deep enough. He needed. Fuck… he needed. “Fucking come for me,” he growled again, driving his tongue deeper as another flood of honey burst on his tongue.

Isabella screamed as he sucked hard on her clit, and came. Her body jerked tightly beneath him, her muscles clenched hard as her orgasm ripped through her and pulsed against his tongue.

He groaned in triumph, loving the way her muscles clenched hard and fluttered against his tongue. They felt like that on his cock, too. Clenching tight…

Waves were still wracking her beautiful little body when he wrapped her bad leg around his waist and thrust hard.

She screamed again, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as he grunted and shoved himself deeper, her heat searing him from the inside out. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain ripped through him, blindingly overwhelming. He paused for a moment, just savoring that feeling.

It was… everything. Bliss and peace and just… every fucking thing.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy and he knew she felt it too. Heat, heat… so much heat.

“Look at me,” he gasped as she trembled beneath him, as overwhelmed as he. “Fuck… look at me, baby.”

She sobbed wordlessly and fought to open her eyes. Wild, wanton brown focused on him as if through a film. Even so, the love and devotion in that gaze was crippling it was so bright.

“I love you,” he mouthed, unable to find breath to speak the words as her hips slammed against his. “God, I love you, Mrs. Cullen.”

“Yes,” Isabella sobbed. “Edward, please… Oh God, please!” She thrust upward again, her center clenching around him almost as if sucking him, claiming him.

“Say it.” He circled his hips, gritting his teeth against the desire pounding through him. “Say it, beautiful!”

“My husband.” The words trembled on her lips.

Her husband.

Hers.

He went wild above her, his fingers digging into her hips as he drove himself into her again and again.

She was just as out of control as he, lifting her hips to meet each hard, driving thrust. Her fingers clawed at him. Her teeth raked and bit at him.

He was a force of nature moving within her, raging again and again as her ecstatic cries and frenetic movements drove him out of his mind. He could take her forever like this. Stripped bare of everything but him and her and clawing, aching, fucking, fucking rapture. The way her head thrashed against the sheets. The way her body arched and bowed. The way his name tore from her lips…

“I love you,” he gasped, slamming his hips hard into hers, over and over, again and again. “Christ… I love you.”

“Love you, love you,” she returned to him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “So much.”

Her words spurred him on until he was raging inside of her faster, his hips crashing against hers as he tried to claim her soul. Tried to bury his own in her, where it belonged. He couldn’t go fast enough, couldn’t get deep enough to calm the storm ripping through him.

His wife. Fucking hell, she was finally his wife.

He slammed his hips against hers again, lifting her perfect little body into his frenzied thrusts.

Her leg tightened around him as the angle changed, allowing him deeper, harder, faster. Like he needed to be, and like he knew she needed him to be too.

“Fuck… so fucking… my wife, Isabella,” he groaned in awe. “You’re… my wife.”

“Oh God… Edward!” His name was a shrill scream, echoing around the room as she came hard around his cock.

“Fuck… yes!” He threw his head back and roared as her orgasm sent his own ripping through him. Just like when he’d first slammed himself inside… it was overwhelming. So much pleasure it was nearly pain as it tore through him. Each hard pulse pulled her names from his lips again. He practically sobbed it as he came in her.

She met him cry for cry. His name for hers. Her heart for his. Each pulse of his cock met with another clenching of her muscles around him as they came together.

He cried out her name again and collapsed atop her. She felt limp beneath him, his name echoing tremulously throughout the room. Hers whispered there too, twisting like song as they melded together near the rafters.

Blood rushed in his ears in a roar. His heart hammered madly in his chest.

He could no longer tell where he ended and his ballerina began.

For long moments, he floated somewhere between life and death. In that place only Isabella could take him. The one where nothing mattered but this and her. Fucking, grunting, and screaming. Who they were together, and always would be.

His wife.

God… she was really his wife.

“I love you,” she whispered, her sweet breath washing across his face.

He rose up and pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes bored into hers, memorizing this moment, and the look in her eye. Radiant. Joyous. Possessed.

He knew exactly how she felt.

“I’m yours, Mrs. Cullen,” he whispered softly, awed all over again.

A sleepy smile spread across her face as he gave her that name. Her name now, and his life. “You are, Mr. Cullen,” she said quietly. “You’re mine. My husband. Forever.”

Hers. Forever…

He laughed in joy, and kissed her hard. “I adore you. God, how I adore you, beautiful,” he whispered roughly.

She hummed wordlessly and pressed her lips to his racing heart. “I know you do,” she whispered against his skin and glanced up.

Warm, melted brown met burning, vivid green, leaving him breathless all over again.

He smiled, his body stirring again…

* * *

A/N: I asked my girls what they wanted me to write for FMF and received two answers: Rapture honeymoon sex and dirty talking DEAward. After a short, exclamation filled negotiation, we reached a compromise. Thanks, ladies! Beta’ing done by Team AIB as usual :)

*The lyrics included here are from Secret by Maroon 5.

See you all next week! Don't forget to follow me on Twitter for teasers and updates ~ZiggyND

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-05-25T04:58:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. Hope you enjoy my choice this week. It's another song by my favorite band Keane. Enjoy!!!

Leaving So Soon by Keane

Ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah!
Ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah!

You must think I'm a fool
So prosaic and awkward and all
D'you think you've got me down?
D'you think I've never been out of this town?

Do I seem too eager to please to you now?
You don't know me at all
I can't turn it on, turn it off like you now
I'm not like you now

Now you're here
I bet you're wishing you could disappear
I'm trying to be kind
I get the feeling you're just killing time

You look down on me
Don't you look down on me now
You don't know me at all
A slap in the face
In the face for you now
Just might do now

You're leaving so soon
Never had a chance to bloom
But you were so quick
To change your tune
Don't look back
If I'm a weight around your neck
Cos if you don't need me
I don't need you

Ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah!
Ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah!

Leaving so soon, soon
Leaving, leaving so, soon

You're leaving so soon
Never had a chance to bloom
But you were so quick
To change your tune
Don't look back
If I'm a weight around your neck
Cos if you don't need me
Then I don't need you

Ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah!

May your muse shine upon you........

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-05-24T00:01:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday! This week's picspiration might not be completely NSFW - it just has some innuendo and such. It always makes me giggle and wonder about both people... I hope it inspires you.

Marauding Mondays

2011-05-23T06:07:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Sorry for the delay in posting but here is your weekly dose of 'Marauding Mondays'. Remember to suggest stories to us by filling out this form. All of our guidelines are listed there so be sure to read those before submitting it to us. After you have submitted the form, we will take it from there. Thanks to those of you who continue to participate, you make it so much easier and fun for us!! Now, on to the good stuff. Enjoy and remember to leave lots of lovely reviews for the author.

Part of Your World by outofyourmind
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

Bella, 21 year old college student, meets Edward Cullen, an Amish man exploring the outside world. Will Bella's love be able to keep him around? Or will it all be too much?

Until next time....happy plundering....

Since Outtake by MizzHyde

2011-05-20T00:01:00.000-07:00

Greetings Everyone and Happy Friday! I don't know about the rest of you, but I really look forward to this day. Today's FMF is a DELICIOUS outtake from MizzHyde. All I can say is WOW!!! *mouth hangs open* This is a serious hot one from her story Since. Again this is very steamy so just be ready....See you all next week!

Since Outtake by MizzHyde

Since outtake: I fall asleep and dream of alternative realities

Previously on Since...

Jasper arrives in England for his sister Rosalie's wedding to Emmett. Bella and Edward are a lovely couple who aren't exactly blazing a trail, but get on just fine.

Then Edward has sex with Jasper.
And then so does Bella.
And then Edward does again.
And then they tell each other.
And then Rose finds out...

(Thanks to Jazzella for the excellent summary!)

We pick up the story when Jasper has called over to talk to Edward and Bella to try to sort things out, before Rosalie tears him a new one. However Bella is not home, and inevitably he ends up in bed with Edward again; they fall asleep. Bella comes home much later that night.

For my regular Since readers, this is a completely alternative imagining of how it could have happened, and has no effect on the published story.

Warning: this has girl parts in it. You know who I'm talking to.

Jasper

What.
The.
Fuck?

I'm woken by a glare of light that startles me out of my sleep and I sit bolt upright in bed, squinting as my eyes try to adapt to the brightness. For a moment I have no idea where I am; I've slept in so many different beds in the last week I can't keep up. I'm aware that there is someone else in the bed with me, and as I finally manage to make out my surroundings it all snaps into horribly clear focus.

Bella is standing in the doorway of her own spare room, having just flicked on the light. She obviously wasn't expecting to see what is in front of her, as her mouth is hanging open and her hand is still halfway up the wall, not quite having made it back down from the switch.

Which means that the warm body beside me in the bed is Edward. The warm, naked body, with a heavy arm resting across my groin, under the very thin comforter. The warm, naked, still sleeping body, which is now rather noisily wriggling and nuzzling into my bare ass, a heavy arm trying to persuade me to lie back down by pulling insistently across my stomach and a hot mouth moaning into my skin.

We stare awkwardly at each other, pretending not to notice Edward's oblivious attempt to weld himself to me. He finally settles down, but not before adjusting the angle of his arm to place his hand firmly over my dick. Bella's eyes widen slightly as she glances down and then swiftly back up again. The only thing that could possibly make this more embarrassing would be if she didn't already know what had happened between me and Edward; as it is, this is about as bad as it gets.

I feel my face contorting into a faint smile, which I know makes me look like an utter wanker, but appears to be happening without my permission. I simply have no words.

Thankfully, Bella breaks the impasse.

“He wasn't kidding, huh,” she mutters, her eyes drifting down to the covers again.

“About what?” The words are out of my mouth before I can engage my sleep-filled brain.

She flinches, as if only just becoming aware that I would hear her speak.

“He said something about not being able to keep his hands off you,” she says, faintly.

She looks across at her own hand, still hovering in mid-air, and lets it drop to her side. Something about the look of stunned shock on her face snaps me into reality. I shift out of Edward's grasp, carefully arranging his arm on the pillow, hoping he'll stay asleep. I want to get up and go to her, but realise just in time that she really doesn't need to be dealing with a full frontal at this point. Instead, I sit awkwardly on the side of the bed, hitching the covers over my lap.

“Bella, I'm so sorry,” I begin. “This really isn't how I wanted to talk to you about what happened – I came here to talk to both of you, but you weren't here, and then me and Edward had a fight, and...”

“Wait, what?” she interrupts my blithering. “You had a fight? Like, an argument? Or with actual punching?”

I bite my lip. I am so not in a fit state to do this right now.

“There was definitely at least one punch,” I admit.

She stares at me, unbelieving. I find myself looking at her lips, thinking really unhelpful thoughts. I haven't seen her since the night we... well, since that night. I've been so obsessive over Edward,I'd forgotten quite how intense the effect she has on me is. I'm not used to feeling this way about a woman. She's angry and scary and really quite mesmerising.

“And then you had to have rampant make-up sex?” she accuses me.

I swallow. She's also very perceptive. I lose the ability to form sentences again.

She sighs loudly and walks over to the bed, perching next to me with her back to Edward, stretching her long legs straight out in front of her, jeans tucked into knee high boots. She looks straight ahead, rather than at me when she speaks, which makes thinking a lot easier.

“Well, I don't think that's at all fair,” she states.

“Fair?”

I'm baffled. Nothing about this situation is fair, or right, or remotely justifiable.

“Well, he happens to be home when you come over, and he gets the sex,” she continues. “What if he'd been out and I'd been home? Would it be me all snuggled up to you in the spare bed instead?”

Now my mouth falls open. I snap it shut. She has a point. I can't absolutely guarantee that wouldn't have happened. I'd managed to convince myself that sleeping with her had been a one-off, that I'd been flattered and she'd jumped on me, but sitting here next to her now, inhaling her scent, I'm beginning to remember just how intoxicating she is. I run my fingers through my hair in agitation. What the hell are these two doing to me?

Edward chooses this moment to roll on to his back and groan loudly, covering his eyes with his hand as his brain finally processes the change in light. We both turn to watch him as he struggles into consciousness. He's so damn gorgeous, all rumpled and mumbling; I notice that Bella is smiling at him just like I am.

“Hi Edward,” she says, cheerfully.

That wakes him up. His hand goes into his hair and his eyes fly open, taking in the two of us sitting watching him.

“Hi,” he croaks warily, still blinking.

Bella leans over towards him and crawls up on to the bed, turning to sit in the middle of the pillows. She leans back against the headboard, her thighs level with Edward's face.

“Jasper and I were just discussing the unfairness of this situation,” she goes on.

Edward looks nervous.

“You were?” he asks, looking at me for confirmation. I've got nothing to give him.

I wriggle back into the bed, lying on my front. I feel less exposed with my dick safely tucked underneath me, hoping to squash the inevitable start of a hard-on that is already threatening. I prop myself up on my elbows, tugging at the comforter to make sure my backside is covered. Edward and I are looking at each other across Bella's lap.

“Well, you two get to have awesome make-up sex, and I'm all left out,” she pouts, unconvincingly. “I mean, I just broke up with my boyfriend this morning. What do I get?”

It's clear she's not really upset; she's teasing us, trying to provoke a reaction. She looks between the two of us as she speaks, challenging one of us to answer, her lips curling in an amused smirk. She unzips her boots, pushes them off with her toes and she's deliberately stretching and twisting and looking outrageously hot. Edward looks stunned; flushed and still half asleep and I just want to kiss him senseless.

Bella seems to be pretty much suggesting exactly what Edward and I had discussed in the middle of our enormous row the day before, and he had insisted he didn't want it. I don't dare ask him again; I won't risk our fragile peace for the sake of it. But damn, just the thought of the two of them together is getting me hard. I'm rapidly turning into a total mess. I shift against the mattress to try to get comfortable; it really doesn't help.

Edward raises one eyebrow at me in a question. I have no idea what he's asking. You want a threesome? You want to fuck her? You want to watch us fuck? How the hell do we get rid of her? I shrug as best I can. He looks confused. Non-verbal communication is getting us nowhere.

“What exactly would you like to get?” he asks her, cautiously.

“Oh come on, Edward,” she says laughing, thoroughly enjoying his discomfort. “I'm sitting in bed between two hot naked guys, what the hell do you think I want?”

Edward's expression slowly changes. He can't resist a challenge. There's no way he's going to stand for her winding him up like this. He firmly places a hand on Bella's leg, squeezing her flesh through her jeans.

“What do you think, Jasper?” he asks me, his voice rough with the possibilities.

“Your call,” I reply, maybe a little too quickly. What I think is - yes, fuck yes, absolutely - but I need to be sure he does, too.

His smile gets wider and his hand wanders up to Bella's stomach.

“In that case,” he says slowly, not finishing the sentence as he pulls himself further up the bed to kiss her.

It's sweet and soft; they keep their eyes open. It's like they're saying goodbye. I have a moment of doubt, but when they break apart, Bella turns straight to me. I copy Edward and shuffle upwards; she leans down to meet me half-way. My kiss is harder and she closes her eyes.

I can't quite believe this is going to happen. I can see Edward starting to undo her shirt buttons, kissing up her skin as he goes. He glances up at me and his eyes are flashing with desire. This is so not what I thought I would end up doing at the start of the day, or even at the end of the day, come to think of it. When he runs out of buttons he pulls the shirt open; she's wearing a white lace bra, the dark pink of her nipples visible through the fabric. I break the kiss to watch Edward brushing his lips over the lace, exhaling warm air over sensitive flesh. He bares his teeth and bites down gently, making her gasp. I press myself harder into the bed, in anticipation of what's to come.

Bella sits up to let her shirt fall off her shoulders, and Edward swiftly opens the catch at the back of her bra with one hand. She leans back, sliding further down the bed so she's lying flat. Edward's mouth is back on hers in a second, so I untangle her bra from her arms and decide to take advantage of the newly exposed skin.

I run a hand over her stomach and trail my thumb under the swell of one breast. She's beautiful; pale skin, firm breasts, dark nipples stiffening in the cool air. I work my thumb upward and at the same time I lean across to take the other nipple in my mouth. I'm rewarded with a breathy moan that goes straight to my cock. Her nipple is so fucking hard in my mouth; I swirl my tongue round and round and then suck, pinching the other one between my fingers.

She's beginning to squirm, rubbing her legs together, digging her heels into the covers. I see Edward's hand snake down to her jeans, popping the button and struggling to pull the zip with only one hand. I go to help him, but our fingers just get in each other's way and the damn zip won't co-operate. We all end up laughing, the kissing and sucking briefly paused while the zip is dealt with. Edward and I kneel up at the same time, each grabbing one leg of Bella's jeans and pulling them off, getting rid of her remaining clothes until we are both staring down at her naked body. And she's staring up at us, on our knees on the bed, face to face across her legs, both hard and breathless; her eyes are wide and she's biting her lip.

“Kiss,” she says.

Edward looks startled, but he turns to me when I put my hand on his cheek. I don't need to be asked twice. I lean in, not giving him any time to think too hard, and press my lips to his. He's hesitant at first, but not for long; my hand slides round into his hair, pulling him closer. I can tell the moment when he decides, really decides he's going to do this. He opens his mouth and pushes his tongue into mine. It's slow but it's fierce; I feel like I'm being claimed, like he's showing off, proving a point.

“Holy fuck,” Bella breathes. “That's just...”

I want to grab his ass and grind against him but he pulls away and turns to look at her. She's already got one hand between her legs; Edward grabs her wrist and pulls it away.

“My job,” he growls, dropping to the bed. His mouth is on her with no warning; no build-up, no hesitation, and she arches off the bed to meet him. I can't really see what he's doing, but I have a pretty good idea from the way she's reacting. She looks magnificent, her head thrown back as she gasps and twists the comforter in her fingers.

I'm tempted to just watch, my hand automatically moving to grip my cock, thumbing away the wetness at the tip, but then Bella tilts her head to one side and looks me straight in the eye. Still breathing heavily, she pulls my hand away from my cock and puts my thumb straight in her mouth. I moan as she flicks her tongue around and then releases me, whispering,

“More.”

To make sure I'm not in any doubt about what she wants, she reaches across to take my cock in her hand and tugs me towards her, licking her lips. I don't need any clearer directions and I move towards her on my knees, leaning forward until my cock is touching her mouth and her tongue is lapping more fluid from the slit.

“Fuck!”

The word is out of me before it forms in my brain. She opens her mouth, her hand still gripping me firmly, sliding the head between her lips and running her tongue all around it. She can't move much lying on her back, but she licks and sucks me greedily without taking me too far in and it feels incredible. I'm groaning; the situation is cranking up my responses, making every sensation more intense.

She starts to lose her focus when Edward adds fingers to his efforts; she moans around me while her hips are thrusting against him. I reach down to roll one of her nipples between my finger and thumb, distracting her even further. She gets so lost that her tongue stops moving on me altogether; I pull out of her mouth and pinch harder. I rake my free hand through her hair, twisting it in my fingers to anchor her head to the pillow while I lean down to bite the other nipple. I don't know what pushes her over the edge but she cries out and shudders, swearing and shaking. I look down and see Edward raise his head, grinning triumphantly at me, his fingers still stroking her as she rides it out. His face is glistening and he licks his lips carefully as she gradually stills before he finally sits back. He runs his fingertips over his mouth, watching me, watching him.

When she finally opens her eyes again there is an awkward pause, and for a moment I'm worried it's all going to end badly. I should know these two better by now. Bella sits up, breathing heavily, and scoots up the bed to lean against the headboard, scraping her damp hair from her neck and holding it above her head.

“I want to watch,” she says.

Edward is completely in the zone now, and doesn't hesitate. His dominant side, never far from the surface, is in full control and he practically launches himself at me. I don't mind at all. He pushes me down on the bed in front of Bella and attacks me with his mouth. He's straddling my thighs, pinning me down, kissing and licking me like he can't decide what to do first. His hands are everywhere, pinching and rubbing, digging his thumbs into my hipbones. He whispers in my ear,

“Have you any idea how fucking hot that was, seeing your cock in her mouth?”

I groan into his shoulder and grind up into him. I love what he's doing, but I want, need, to move things on.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” I whisper back at him.

He sits up a little, nodding in agreement, and flips over onto his back. I shake my head at him.

“Get off the bed,” I tell him. He looks puzzled but complies. I point to a spot at the side of the bed, indicating that I want him to stand behind me, and then push myself back until my head is hanging off the side of the mattress. His eyes light up when he gets the idea.

This only works if the heights are right, and Edward has pretty long legs, but the bed is high so I'm hoping I can manage it. I glance over at Bella who has her legs pulled up and spread out, absently touching herself while she stares, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.

Edward steps closer and I reach behind me to grab his thighs and guide him forward. I open my mouth and have to stretch up a little to take the glossy tip of his cock between my lips. The bed's not quite high enough, but only by an inch or so – it'll do; I tilt my head further back and pull Edward into my mouth. He moans and I hear Bella gasp at the same time. I encourage him to move by pushing and pulling on his hips until he gets the message and starts fucking my mouth. He's moving slowly but from the moaning and swearing I'd say he's happy. I suck in my cheeks and use my tongue; I rock this shit.

Once he's moving steadily I let go with one hand and reach down to my own aching cock, stroking myself in time with his thrusts. I focus on breathing, and feeling, and swallowing. I'm aware of Bella moving on the bed but I can't exactly lift my head to see where she's going, so it's kind of a shock when I feel her hand over mine. I flinch and choke involuntarily and Edward steps back immediately, concern in his voice.

“Shit, Jasper, are you okay?”

My coughing turns to slightly hysterical laughter.

“I'm fine, I'm fine,” I splutter, turning to my side to relieve the ache in my neck. “Jesus, Bella, you can't just do that without warning me first.”

I look up and she's alarmed so I try to reassure her. I really am fine, it was just unexpected.

“I don't mean don't do it,” I say, smiling. “I just need a little warning.”

I take her hand and guide it back to my cock and roll back to my previous position.

“Now, where were we?”

It takes us few moments, but we get there. Edward feels fantastic in my mouth, hard and hot and smooth. Bella replaces her hand with her mouth – she warns me first which almost makes me laugh, which would've spoiled the effect – and I'm in a very happy place indeed. I reach back for Edward with both hands again, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing as he moves, listening to the fabulous noises coming from his throat. The downside of this position is that it's ridiculously hard on the neck, and I can't stay like this for long. When I feel Edward start to pick up his pace I smack him on the ass and twist my head slightly to let him know I need a break.

I sit up and he moves in behind me. Suddenly they're both kissing me, touching me, sandwiched between the pair of them.

I wonder if they'd let me be really sandwiched between them?

Edward is pressing his cock into my back and Bella is practically in my lap; I can feel her hot wetness rubbing into my thigh. I decide I can only ask.

“What do you want, Bella?”

She looks over my shoulder at Edward, and then back at me.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers.

I turn to Edward. She's obviously not sure if this is going to be alright with him.

“But I want to fuck you,” he says to me.

“That can be arranged,” I say. I turn slightly so I can look at them both together.

“At the same time?” I ask, quietly.

They share a glance and a smile, and then both nod at me. I can't contain my grin. We disentangle from each other while Edward gets supplies.

“Have you done this before?” Bella asks.

I nod, slightly embarrassed for no reason.

“But not like this,” I add. “Not with people I...”

Bella raises a curious eyebrow.

I hesitate.

“People I care for,” I finish.

Edward re-appears armed with condoms and lube before she can ask for any details. She climbs off my lap, lying back on the bed and for a while Edward lies next to her, caressing her and murmuring in her ear. I can't quite hear what he's saying, but I just wait; maybe he's reassuring her that he wants this too. He beckons me over and makes space for me to lie between him and Bella.

Edward settles in behind me, pressing hot kisses into my neck, running his hand down my side and round onto my ass, rubbing and kneading the muscles. I'm stroking Bella too, sweeping my palm along her curves, telling her how fucking gorgeous she is. The touches are sweet and gentle; I feel happy and wanted, surrounded by warm flesh and insistent hands and mouths. I also feel incredibly damn horny.

I reach lower and then trail my hand up Bella's thigh, from just inside her knee, nudging her leg gently to get her to open up. She obliges and I run my fingers in a line over her bare lips, already wet again. I lean forward to suck gently at her nipple, and I'm aware of Edward stretching up past me to kiss her, her whimpers getting lost in his mouth.

His hand leaves my skin and I feel hard done by for a moment. Bella is starting to moan and squirm under me as my fingers dip further inside her and my tongue and teeth work at her breast. But when Edward's hand returns, his fingers are cold and wet.

How the hell did he do that?

One finger circles firmly against my hole and I instantly push against his hand. Suddenly the sweet, gentle touches have become urgent and needy. I'm torn between wanting to grind my aching cock against Bella's thigh, and needing to push back hard to get Edward inside me.

My hand on Bella speeds up without me really thinking about it, my thumb pressing down on her clit and two fingers sliding roughly inside her. Her clear cries let me know she's no longer kissing Edward and seconds later I feel his mouth on my shoulder, teeth bracing against me as he finally pushes a finger inside. I'm groaning now too, unable to stop myself shoving back against Edward. Bella takes advantage of the space between us, snaking her hand down to my cock and I'm in sensation overload. Edward is adding another finger to my ass and Bella is skilfully stroking me, and as I'm grunting and panting, it occurs to me that there is more to come. I don't want to stop, but if I don't, it's all going to be over before it starts.

I force myself to pull out of Bella's grip and remove my hand from her body. She whimpers in complaint but as I push onto my knees she understands and reaches across the pillows for the condoms Edward left there. She hands one to Edward who twists his fingers out of me and I can't prevent the cry that escapes me. She opens the other foil and sits up to roll it on me; Edward is taking care of his behind me. I turn to look at him and he raises his eyes to gaze back at me.

“Ready?” I ask.

He nods and kisses me breathlessly. I turn back to Bella and she nods too, without waiting to be asked. They share a smile over my shoulder as I settle between her legs, lining myself up and pushing just the tip inside.

There is just nothing like that first moment, just nothing, that tightness and heat before the muscles adjust, the nerve endings all flaring at once. I hold still, looking first at Bella and then over at Edward, before I have to close my eyes as I sink slowly until I'm fully inside.

I want to move, God I need to move, I want to hammer into her, but I hold back because Edward has moved behind me already, and he's not going to wait. I push my knees under Bella's thighs to lift her up a little so I can widen my stance; she moans and grinds into me, wanting more too. I place my hands on the bed on either side of her shoulders and we lock eyes, breathing harshly from the effort of staying still. It's entirely worth it when I feel the head of Edward's cock against my hole. He grips my hips tightly, pressing harder and harder until my muscles give to allow him in, and I swear and brace harder against the bed.

I have to rest my head on the pillow next to Bella's head, holding my weight off her on my elbows, willing myself to relax when my whole body is wound up so damn tight I can hardly breathe. Edward doesn't stop moving until he's seated right inside me and now I daren't move in case I fucking explode.

Inhale. Exhale.

Tight, tight around my cock; hot, wet, blissful grip. Full, full, stretching pressure inside, pressing in all the right places.

Inhale. Exhale.

OK, brain function is returning.

This is the tricky part. I need to set the pace and it's got to be slow or it just won't work, but it's also got to be fast enough to get us all off. I straighten my arms, lifting my shoulders away from Bella and I push back against Edward, sliding gently out of her, then pressing back in. Edward stays with me, following the movement of my hips with his as we all get used to the rhythm. We're quiet, breath coming in short gasps, concentrating, feeling. Bella starts thrusting up to meet me each time I press in. Edward starts holding back a little to slide out of me as I move forward, then pulling me onto him as I push back.

I cautiously increase my speed and they follow; it all still holds together and it feels amazing. I can hear Edward starting to growl with need so I pick it up a little more. Bella's eyes are closed and her arms are thrown over her head, exhaling strangled moans with each thrust. I feel Edward shift on his knees behind me and the next time he pushes in, he's changed the angle and hits me right on the sweet spot and I can't keep the control any longer. My hips are jerking but somehow Edward is staying with me and pounding into me every time I pull back. There's no letup in the sensations and I'm yelling and swearing.

I'm aware that Bella has thrust one hand down where we are joined and is now staring at Edward over my shoulder. He releases one of my hips and twists his hand into my hair, yanking back hard. I can feel the mother of all orgasms building inside me and there is absolutely no way I can stop it. Bella is screaming underneath me now and I can feel her muscles start to clench down around me and it's all I need to pull me under. I slam in one last time and erupt inside her, holding still and pulsing relentlessly. Edward doesn't miss a beat, crashing forward and fucking me through my release, roaring in my ear until he follows moments later.

I don't know which way is up. My arms sure as hell aren't going to hold me any more, especially not with Edward's weight leaning over me. I manage to fall sideways to avoid crushing Bella; she's still gasping, her skin shimmering with a sheen of sweat, her hair spread out wildly over the pillow. Edward slips out of me as I fall and lands somewhere on the bed behind me, groaning noisily. I reach out both my hands, one to Bella, one to Edward, and rub whatever skin I can find in silent thanks. My body is still shaking and I don't seem to be able to move my legs, but in spite of that, I feel completely high.

We gradually untangle. There are more kisses and quiet words. There is muted laughter and meaningful looks. We each take ourselves off to the bathroom, needing private space after sharing so much. But we end up twisted back together in the spare bed, not quite willing to let the night slip away and having to face whatever the morning will bring. Bella settles between Edward and I and falls asleep instantly, both of us gently stroking her skin and hair. We watch each other across her with unanswered questions in our eyes, until finally we drift away too.

A/N: Beta credits to Hoochiemomma and EvilGiraffe82 as always. You girls rule my world.

WHOOO! Are we all still breathing out there? Let me know what you think, tweet me at ZiggyND See you next week!

Warbling Wednesdays

2011-05-18T05:57:00.000-07:00

Hello everybody and welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. This week I chose a song that's been close to my heart for a few days. It basically picked itself as so many of these songs for this post usually do. It's a really lovely song that is one you just feel while listening to it. It's so powerful and emotional to me and I hope it inspires many of you to write something really wonderful. If you are inspired, please let me know. I'd love to hear all about it. I'm beginning to wonder if anybody out there is still listening. Also, if there are any artists or songs that you would like to see featured here, let me know either by commenting or e-mailing me at ttrecs@gmail.com. If I feature it, I will give you special recognition. Now....on to the good stuff!!

Do What You Have To Do by Sarah McLachlan

What ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage,
Created you a monster,
broken by the rule of love?
And fate has led you through it.
You do what you have to do.
And fate has led you through it.
You do what you have to do.

I have the sense to recognize
that I don't know how to let you go.

Every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul.
I'm ever swiftly moving,
trying to escape this desire.
The yearning to be near you.
I do what I have to do.
The yearning to be near you.
I do what I have to do.

And I have the sense to recognize
that I don't know how to let you go.

I don't know how to let you go.

A glowing ember, burning hot,
and burning slow.
Deep within I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you.

I know I can't be with you.
I do what I have to do.
I know I can't be with you.
I do what I have to do.

And I have the sense to recognize
But I don't know how to let you go.

I don't know how to let you go.

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-05-17T12:31:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday! This week's NSFW picspiration is a black and white f/f picture with some power dynamics at play. Enjoy!

Marauding Mondays

2011-05-16T00:00:00.000-07:00

Maraud [muh-rawd]- to roam or go around in quest for plunder. To raid, pillage, or loot.

Welcome to 'Marauding Mondays'. Please remember to suggest stories to us for consideration for this little feature. We love seeing all the wonderful stories that all of you have suggested to us. So if you're writing a story or know of a story that is wonderful but just isn't getting the tons of reviews it deserves, then fill out this little form (read the guidelines while you're there to make sure your story qualifies) and leave the rest up to us! Thanks to all of you who continue to participate. Now, on with this week's story. Enjoy and remember to leave the author lots of lovely reviews!

Please Remember Me by babylou23
Rating: M
Status: In Progress (Not Complete)
Pairing: Edward x Bella

Story Summary:

The day after Bella's 16th birthday,she disappears. For 4 years Edward has searched for her and when he finally finds her, she does not know who he is. Can he help Bella remember who she was or will she choose the life she was forced into.

Until next time....happy plundering.

Betty Chronicles Outtake by Emily Bowden

2011-05-14T14:29:00.000-07:00

Hey Everyone! Sorry for the delay for this week's FMF, the site was down and I was unable to post. But never fear we are back with a fabulous outtake from Emily Bowden. She is the author of "The Betty Chronicles" as well as other work. This week we have a great outtake from her story. It is an Angela/Seth outtake and very very hot! Enjoy!

Betty Chronicles Outtake by Emily Bowden

A/N: Twilight character names belong to Stephanie Meyer. All characterizations, plot lines, backgrounds and details belong to the respective author. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without express written authorization.©2011 Emily Bowden. All rights reserved worldwide.

Thanks to Hibbleton, Neliz, Cutecanukgirl, and AJsilentvoice!

~ Betty Pledge ~

Some have called me a prude, but those assertions were made from the men I wouldn’t let in. I’d been accused of being that unadventurous introvert. I was known as the smart one, the quiet one.

Didn’t their mothers ever teach them that those were the women to watch out for?

I’d lived a good part of my adult life hiding behind a façade, keeping that carefully cultivated exterior in place. I had the expected career, the predicted shining future ahead of me, and the appropriately guesstimated amount of small, rat-like dogs to my name.

I rarely dated. Well, no one that anyone knew about at least. In my free time, I had my head in a book and my mind on analytical quandaries. I discussed with my peers the typical topics that concerned our demographic: politics, literature, and the occasional celebrity scandal that broke through the rigid exterior of the upper class; after all, the more fortunate in life should be immune to the vulgar entertainment that ensnared the mundane.

The life I lived was a lie, and yet I was happy. I was confident in who I was, content with leading the infamous double life. To me, it made me the woman I knew he’d want.

Some would say that what I craved made me depraved, twisted. That interpretation was spawned from ignorance alone, for all good things come to those who think outside the box.

I’d been instructed to meet him in a quiet, vacant room that lacked as much in warmth as it did any type of furnishings. The walls were covered in mirrors, almost like the rigid, straight-lined ballet studios I grew up in as a dancer. I found a black wooden stool in the center of the white marble floor and took a seat as instructed by my Consort.

The red silk robe I had on spread wide at my hips, revealing the long expanse of my slender legs. I was bare beneath, as also instructed, my heart in my throat as I awaited his arrival. The low, plunging neckline barely covered the swell of my breasts, rising and falling with every breath I took. The soft fall of my hair hung in a dark curtain, brushing up against the middle of my back as I sat rigidly, gaze held downward, waiting…breathing.

It felt like I’d been forever waiting.

He was the reason I was here, at the Cullen Mansion, going through the program. I had wanted him from the first moment I’d heard of him.

I knew of him in name only, catching tidbits from other girls he’d had before. I knew he was kind yet forceful, forgiving yet expectant. Total obedience was his mantra, his prize was adoration, respect, and unbridled, incomparable passion.

I wanted him. I wanted to serve him, wanted him to claim me.

And so I sat, nervous beyond measure, my heart in my throat, my palms a sweaty mess… I could not screw this up. I had to show him who I was…

I could hear movement from the hallway, a low, steady beat of someone pacing. Was it him? Did the moment come at last?

Slowly, the door across from me creaked open. I did not look up, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground out of respect. I was not his as of yet, and I didn’t even know if he’d ever consider me. In any case, he deserved deference, and no matter how much pleasure I’d give him, that above all else would be my greatest gift.

“Angela,” he said his tone sounded somewhat staggered at my posture. He had to have known what I was. I knew he’d read my file.

I didn’t look up, wanting to show him that I was aware of what he was, yet not going as far as to assume that he’d play.

“Sire,” I said softly, a slight smile curving my lips. I heard a sharp intake of breath at my choice of words, then the soft click of the door closing behind him.

“I have to say that I was somewhat surprised,” he said in an authoritative, deep timber, dropping all pretenses. He started a slow stroll around me, his presence commanding and direct, the man I was desperate to meet making a slight appearance. “From what I’ve read of your file, your personality doesn’t seem to go with the lifestyle.”

“How so?” I asked, knowing that my challenge was a little ballsy of me. He hadn’t asked me a direct question or given me permission to speak. The only reason I pressed him was the fact that I wasn’t his, and I think a part of me wanted to shoot him that little reminder as somewhat of an enticement. Maybe the twitching palm at his side would urge him to take that step with me. My breath ceased as he stopped his slow walk; I could feel his eyes boring into me from several paces away.

“From what I know of you, I see you being timid and evasive in life, shying away from who you truly are and only coming up for air when you think no one is looking. I think you feel you are expected to be a certain way and you conform to what suits your secret.”

I knew he would try to bait me, and I was ready for it. I kept quiet, the perfect picture of respect and capitulation. My gaze stayed downcast as he continued

“I don’t see you as the type of person to give your body freely to someone else.” He paused in front of me, his bare feet coming into my view, the tops of his ankles covered by the hem of his frayed jeans. “Based on the way you’ve conformed to everything that is expected of you, I wouldn’t think that vulnerability would sit well with you.”

“I have no problem letting go of my control as long as I feel safe,” I replied honestly. He remained silent for several moments, unmoving. Finally, mercifully, he started speaking, his tone more formal now.

“Tell me, how many masters have you had?”

“None, Sire,” I told him calmly, my posture remaining deferential. He balked for a moment, but seemed to recover quickly.

“How do you know what I am?” This time his tone had more speculation and wariness laced in the edges. Perhaps I wasn’t the only one hiding away in a farce of an existence.

“I heard your name once or twice in the community. The man who trained me spoke very highly of you.”

“I thought you didn’t have a master,” he said brusquely, his tone thick with reprimand.

“I don’t,” I answered softly. “I’ve never been collared, Sire.”

“And this man didn’t feel you worthy enough of his collar?”

“He believes as I do, Sire: collars are meant for a committed relationship. I would never have accepted one from him – from any Dom – until I had that understanding and feeling behind it. I’m not in this lifestyle for a momentary excitement. This is who I am, who I will be.”

“Demetri is your trainer,” he stated rather than asked, and I could hear the underlying respect in his observation. It was well known in the community that Demetri produced remarkable submissives, ones that were exceptionally disciplined and beautifully obedient. It was also common knowledge that he did not collar any of them. Having a strict code of distinction for that role in his mind, he’d only given those he was in a long term relationship that honor. I had not been his girlfriend by any stretch of the word, only under his protection, but I did adopt his belief, finding that it fit my own blueprint.

“He was, Sire,” I told him. “I left his service several months ago.”

“Did he dismiss you?” he asked, his voice demanding absolute truth.

“No, Sire. He did not. We left on amicable terms with the understanding that if I were at a munch alone, I would fall under his protection once more, provided his collar was not given to another.”

“That is not a service he provides all of his former subs,” he told me pensively. I didn’t acknowledge the question in his statement. “I must say that your discipline is commendable. I do not understand why you show it to me, however.”

“I have been taught that any Dom in my presence is worthy of respect,” I told him. “But you most of all. It is my wish to show you that honor.”

“And if I offered you a collar?” he asked, letting the question hang in the air between us. I hated the way he said it, implying that he didn’t have just one collared to his name. With that small statement he revealed that he didn’t have the same regard for his collared subs as I had. It made me sad inside, but I held my stature.

“I would not accept it,” I told him honestly. “It would be dishonor to you and to myself.”

“But you have no problem playing with a Dom,” he said rather than asked.

“I have no issue servicing a Dom of worth,” I clarified. “And more of a desire to serve you, Sire.”

I could hear him approach me, the heat from his body encroaching upon me, stifling the air. My breath caught in my throat at his close proximity.

“Look at me,” he told me, his tone demanding. I slowly lifted my head, my eyes traveling the contours of his jean clad legs. There were small rips in the fabric along his calf and on one of his thighs. The skin was visible underneath, and I could see the elaborate design of his tattoo that decorated the top portion of his muscular thigh. The pattern was extensive, and I could tell that the tail end of it finished at the higher part of his groin. I groaned internally, my eyes narrowing as they continued their slow trek up his glorious form.

He wore a black muscle shirt that hugged his corded arms and chest like a second skin. His strong biceps were visible, covered in tattooed sleeves of colored ink, the slick lines and edges of his rigid strength making my heart palpate all the more. I took in his large, thick hands, knowing the kind of pain and pleasure they could bring. I let out a slow hiss through my parted lips as I met his heady gaze, his lust and passion brimming through his patient exterior.

When my eyes met his, I could see the massive amount of control required to keep him steady. He’d complimented me on my discipline yet he had nothing on me. He was cultured in the art, refined in his ascendancy. Despite how practiced he was, the storm brewing underneath had my insides zinging, and my core moistening.

“I don’t usually play with Betties,” he said in a soft whisper, a hint of a curse beneath his statement. I remained silent, knowing that he didn’t state that fact for a response. It was almost as if by saying it aloud, he was trying to reaffirm his stance in his mind. I felt my heart jump at it nonetheless, for if he had to state it, I knew he thought of breaking that vow. I didn’t want to push him too soon, however. He was the one I wanted, he was the one I craved. So, instead of challenging him now, I would bide my time. It would happen at some point, and it would be my pleasure to wait him out.

“I don’t wish to play,” I told him confidently, my eyebrow lifting in a teasing way. “I only wish to serve.”

“And how are you planning to do that?” he challenged, his gaze holding mine steadily. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly shifted from the stiff, wooden seat and knelt to the ground. The hard, cold marble bit into my knees, but I didn’t care. I was used to being uncomfortable when I pleased a man. To me, the pain melted into the pleasure, heightened it to the point of exquisite torment.

My eyes traveled the length of him, taking their fill of all his glory. He stood before me, a tall statue of the most masculine beauty: Hard lines and sinew shaped and honed into the perfect specimen. I wanted to put my mouth on him, please him to the point where he was panting. I let my eyes reach his once more, and I saw such an intense look about them, zoning into me like he could will my clothes off just with his stare alone. It melted me on the spot, and hardened my resolve to show him what having me as a sub would be like.

I held his gaze as my steady hands reached for his jeans. He watched me as I released the buttoned fly, revealing his silken skin one inch at a time. He didn’t wear anything underneath the hard fabric as I expected he wouldn’t. It was beneath a sexual creature like him to have something so confining upon his sex.

I let my fingertips spread his parted jeans further, revealing his glorious erection. He was hard and long, the tip of him weeping a pearl of molten liquid. My hands rounded his bare ass, pushing the fabric down until he was completely unveiled to me. Without any further preamble, I set my mouth into motion, wrapping my lips around his mushroom head and taking him to the back of my throat.

I heard him groan, and that sound coming from such a man of worth made me hot. I worked him over, plunging and retrieving, licking and devouring, until he was rigid with restraint. I could tell by the slight movement in his hips that he was holding back the urge to thrust forward. I didn’t want him holding back. I wanted all of him, his passion and his strength, his command and his unbridled domination.

If he wouldn’t play with a Betty, perhaps he would give me just a small glimpse of the master within.

With my hands on his ass, I pulled his hips forward slightly, encouraging his movements. I heard his breath hitch in his throat, but yet he did not move as I wanted him to.

And so I teased him.

I held my lips just over his blunt head, only penetrating deep enough to give him a hint of warmth my hot mouth could offer his rigid cock. My tongue licked under the ridge of his plum-like tip, teasing and making him all the more stiff and engorged. I let one hand travel to his sack, playing and kneading the soft skin while the other stayed on his firm cheeks. He still wouldn’t move his resolve firm in keeping his stature.

I pulled my mouth from him completely, but I allowed my hands to continue their subtle game of tug and pull. I leaned back on my haunches, glancing up at him with hooded eyes. He was staring at me with the same molten expression, and I wondered what I looked like to him: on my knees before him, my robe parting, barely keeping my naked form covered. Was I the picture of supplication? Or was I some hopeless, pathetic girl who wanted a master of dominance for her own?

“Why are you here?” he grunted through a clenched jaw. “You obviously have no need for training.”

“The same reason you are here,” I told him in reply, my fingers dancing along his skin, tracing the edges of the tattoo that encased his groin and hips. I kept my touch soft yet present, ever keeping him on the edge of that well balanced control. And in all honestly, his talking was becoming a distraction.

I leaned in once more; this time my mouth touched everything but his rigid length. I ran the tip of my tongue along the black ink along his thigh all the way to his groin, paying close attention to the defined dimensions of his lower abdominal muscles that angled into the glorious, firm sex standing at attention due to my torturous nurturing. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it twitch, making my lips turn up in a smirk across his heated skin.

“Enough,” he said gruffly. “I thought you said you wanted to serve me, not torture me.”

“Yes…Sire,” I whispered with poorly hidden valor, proud that I was able to rattle his polished, golden cage. I plunged my mouth over his hard length until I felt the rosy tip hit the back of my throat. Hollowing my cheeks, I pulled back slowly, allowing the tip of my tongue to run under the length of him, teasing the protruding veins that supplied his cock with such rigid ferocity.

“Shit…” I heard him mutter just as his hands threaded through the hair at the nape of my neck. I smiled around his dick, glad that he was finally letting the sensations take over. I glanced up through my lashes to see his jaw set in a tight clamp, his eyes fixed on the image of what I was doing to him reflecting from the mirror across the room. Countless angles surrounded us, each offering him different view of my mouth on his sex; the curves and contours of my body positioned in such a way the visions of my homage to him shone with distinct beauty.

I wanted him to get lost with me, to forget all the implications my being Demetri’s former mentee could mean, and let him feel how good I could make him feel.

I sank him into my mouth over and over again, taking him as deep as I could, my fingertips playing with the parts of him left untouched by my lips. Bringing my mouth to the edge of him, I let my tongue tease the head of him in a circular motion, earning myself a deep-seated growl from the one I pleased.

Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted off the ground. His rock hard sex disappeared from my mouth, his strong hands grabbing my under my arms. His glare was fierce and demanding, his strength unparalleled. He gripped me under my chin, his long fingers wrapping around my jaw and angling my face to his. Without mercy, he placed his lips on mine, demanding and seeking. We danced, he and I; our tongues mingling, our breath mixing, until we were both dizzy with need.

His mouth disappeared a moment later, just as abruptly as it had appeared, and then he was pulling me toward one of the mirror covered walls, his pace measured, his steps echoing across the empty room. I was about to ask what he was doing, but the intrigue heightened his mystery. My Consort put his hand on a part of the mirror and pushed. Slowly, a part of the wall gave way, revealing a hidden room behind the glass.

He pulled me into the darkness beyond, closing the thick door behind us. I did not see a handle in the disappearing light shining in from the vacant room as the door shut. I twinge of fear shot through my heart at the sight, but it quickly turned to a heated ache, the uncertainty turning into something from an erotic fantasy.

We were plunged into pitch black; the only sound was my panting breaths and the beating of my frantic heart. My eyes widened as they adjusted to the lack of light, trying to make out the ominous shapes around me. I heard movement but couldn’t pinpoint where it came from. The extended of silence was daunting yet intriguing, and I only hoped that this marked a beginning for the both of us: Hidden in obscurity, laced with captivation, spiked with a passion insurmountable to anything I’d experienced, or would experience again.

A soft light came on with a quiet click. In the center of the hidden room stood my Consort, his form cast in white light from a wide barreled lamp hanging above him. The shadowed shapes around me took form, and with a sudden gasp, I realized that the room I was in housed several items used in the BDSM lifestyle: Whipping benches, a large row of hooks, chains and whips, a wooden cross hung on one of the walls across from a large gilded mirror.

Before I could take in the vast display, he closed the distance between us; his large hand clamped down on mine with sharp demand. He pulled me across the room without a word, coming to a wide bed laced in black silk sheets. He flung me down upon it, the red robe I wore flaring out to reveal my long legs to the top of my bare sex. I heard him growl at the sight before he approached, a hunger in his eyes I’d been craving to see.

“This is how it will be,” he told me, his voice hoarse. “When you are with me you will serve me. If I see fit, you will submit. If I feel like fucking, you will oblige. I know you are not here for training; that has been made clear.”

“I’m here for you,” I told him honestly, my eyes imploring him to see the truth.

“Further, you will not speak to me unless given permission,” he said sharply, all but ignoring my telling statement. “You will greet me in the same manner, in the same attire, as you did this evening. You will not utter a sound until told; you will not come until told. I want to see how far your discipline spreads.”

I did not reply, for it was unwanted. He seemed to be pleased with that fact, for he let out a small grunt of approval.

“Shall we see how well you harbor your control now?” With that, he tore away my gown, revealing my nude body to his viewing. My breasts were swollen, tipped with erect and throbbing nipples. My waistline was trim, stomach flat, my falling around my shoulders in deep chocolate waves. “I want you in the center of the bed, legs wide, arms above your head. Now.”

I complied without hesitation or sound. My legs spread apart, my core moist and ready, my breasts heaving with every breath. I watched him as he climbed onto the bed, his pace as slow as a panther’s prowl, eyes lock on my flushed body. He took me in from trembling toes to my quivering bottom lip, his gaze going from hard disciplinarian to concentrated lover in an instant.

He bent toward me, his lips grazing the skin on curve of my right foot. He placed small kisses along my calf and up my thigh, his tongue darting out now and then to tease my body even further. I didn’t move, didn’t squeak a sound. I just watched his careful movements, reveling in the sensations his mouth brought me.

As he worked his way up, pausing just above my slick, pulsing core, he whispered one final command.

“Don’t. Move.”

His tongue was first to taste me, his lips following quickly after. He lapped at me, sending the pulsing threads of electricity creeping across my limbs and down my torso. My fingertips twitched with need to grab the sheets, the mattress, anything to keep me grounded in position he’d demanded: spread wide, my Consorts mouth attached to my dripping sex like he was drinking from the fountain of youth. Despite the nagging desire, I kept still. Only the movement of my chest as I breathed gave any indication that I was riding along the edge of an incredible orgasm, and yet my Consort persisted on challenging my limits.

His hands traveled the expanse of my abdomen, his fingertips teasing me as if he was reading Braille etched into my skin. He reached for my breasts, his hands teasing and twisting my budded peaks, adding a sting to the exquisite torment his mouth was producing. I had an urge to move, to arch my body in order to present my breasts to him as if on an alter. And yet, I didn’t. I kept to my training, steady in my determination. And my Consort seemed to feel that was when the true torture would begin.

“This is what I want from you,” he growled into my sex. “You dripping for me, hot and slick. Deliciously dirty and ready to fuck.”

His words spawned the ache inside of me to another level, urging my hips to move, making my fingers itch to grab his head and push his mouth further into me. I held my steady position, my teeth clamping shut against the strong impulse to move despite his direct order not to.

I could feel my orgasm building deep within me; spiraling and tensing, clenching and quivering, I fought for control. I slowed my breath and I closed my eyes against the sensations, trying to keep my mind occupied with something other than the fact the man of my dreams was between my legs, coaxing the greatest climax I’d ever had. My toes wanted to curl yet I kept them still; my head wanted to lull to the side but I kept it centered. Most of all, I wanted to scream his name, beg for him to release me from this blessed torment, yet I kept silent.

Obedient.

Subservient.

“God, this is beautiful,” I heard him say, his fingers rubbing my clit as he pulled back away from my center. “You are beautiful.”

He alternated from my throbbing, engorged nub, to plunging those teasing fingers deep into my pussy, curling upward to entice me further. I could feel his eyes on me, watching his fingers move, gauging my body’s response to his play.

“I’m going to take you now,” he told me without preamble. I could feel him jostling on the bed, and despite the fact that my orgasm would be that much harder for me to restrain, I had to see him. My eyes flew open to see him kneeling before me, his entire form completely nude, encased in corded muscles and sinew. The ink on his skin offered a heady contrast to his flushed appearance, each design strategically placed to accent the curves of his beautiful body. His thick erection stood proudly in front of him, and I choked back a moan at the sight.

He slid between my legs, his body going horizontal, perpendicular to mine. I could feel his arm snake beneath my lower back, angling my hips toward his.

“Don’t scream,” he told me with a wicked smirk before pushing into me balls deep. My body locked down, every nerve igniting. He was relentless, merciless, as he continued to pound into my swollen, tight channel. I wanted to scream, I wanted to pull my hair and shout and clamp down on him until my eyesight disappeared altogether. His warm lips clamped down on my breast, his teeth pulling on me to point of pain. And yet, I remained silent. He thrust his hips upward, the tip of his cock hitting that place deep inside me that had me riding the precipice, and still, I did not let go.

My Consort was above me, sweat covering both our bodies, making for a delicious lubricant as he slid along me with ever move he made.

In the next moment, just as I was about to give in to the delicious call of my release, I felt his fist wind into my hair. He tugged my head back, exposing my neck. His lips were on my soft skin, right below my pulse.

“I can feel it inside you, my Betty,” he whispered, his hips unrelenting in their steady, pounding beat. “The power, the beauty. It’s building, climbing. Do you want to let it go? Do you want to scream as it rips through you?”

My only response was a shuddered breath, but he must have taken it as a yes. He sat back onto his haunches, his hands surrounding the swell of my hips as he lifted me onto his lap: a perfect angle for deep penetration.

“Now,” he told me as he thrust forward, sinking into me and sending my orgasm rippling through.

“Fuck…” he growled his pace becoming more urgent, desperate, as he plowed right through my release and sending me into the edges of another one. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

I could feel his movement stutter, every inch of his muscles tense. His own release was coming, and now that I could move at my leisure, I wanted to send him not only over that edge, but soaring over it. I widened my hips, bringing him deeper into me. Pushing into him, I felt a rumble of power emanate inside of him, starting with a deep growl inside his chest. His eyes locked onto mine and with one final plunge, he jetted into me, the intense groan of pleasure from him sending me into my own spiral.

We both collapsed into a sated mess, the mix of sweat and fluids filling the air around us. My eyes closed by their own accord, and I could feel the bed move slightly as he crawled to lay beside me. I felt his hand wrap around my waist and my eyes flew open to meet his.

“Tomorrow?” he asked, and for the first time, I sensed some type of apprehension, as if I’d tell him no.

“Tomorrow, Sire,” I agreed. I saw a satisfied smile curve his lips, and with a final sigh, he closed his eyes.

“Call me Seth.”

I hope you all enjoyed it this week! Don't forget if you want teasers and more follow me on Twitter. Have a wonderful weekend and see you next Friday! ~ZiggyND

2011-05-11T00:00:00.000-07:00

Hi there! Welcome to 'Warbling Wednesdays'. I hope all of you are enjoying my selections as much as I'm enjoying sharing them. This week's song is one of my all time heart tugging favorites. I hope it inspires all of you as much as it inspires me. Enjoy.

Diary by Bread

I found her diary underneath a tree
And started reading about me
The words she's written took me by surprise
You'd never read them in her eyes
They said that she had found the love she waited for
Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.

Then she confronted with the writing there
Simply pretended not to care
I passed it off as just in keeping with
Her total disconcerting air

And though she tried to hide
The love that she denied
Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.

And as I go through my life, I will give to her my wife
All the sweet things that I can find.

I found her diary underneath a tree
And started reading about me
The words began stick and tears to flow
Her meaning now was clear to see
The love she'd waited for was someone else, not me
Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it

And as I go through my life, I will wish for her his wife
All the sweet things that she can find
All the sweet things they can find

May your muse shine upon you.....

Titillating Tuesdays

2011-05-10T08:26:00.001-07:00

Happy Tuesday! This week's NSFW picspiration is a black and white m/f shot. Enjoy!