Friday, April 15, 2011

Lemon Drizzles


Welcome to April week 3, we have a few yummy drizzles for today!!


This weeks Pic Prompt:



This weeks Lemon Drizzles:


Pleasure in the Pain by TheUnderStudy
Beta: stephlite
Pairing: Jasper/Jane
It has certainly been too long since I have been to Italy, namely Volterra. Most of our kind typically steers away of the Brothers’ territory. We know what happens here. No one just drops in and says hello. However, here I am, strolling through the quaint Italian village, waiting on my “escort” into the castle.
I smell her delectable scent before I see her, Siberian Iris and gingerbread. She hates it, claiming it makes her seem more childlike. But I see the woman in her, not the 18 year old child turned. I turn to meet her cloaked body. Only her ruby eyes and sweet, pink lips peer out at me. Her hand immediately finds my arm and sinks her nails into me. I hiss at the pain and she releases a small moan. I can feel my venom trickling down my arm and I watch as she licks the small trail. She’s starting early, which means she really missed me.
She takes away her hand, giving me that sinister smile I love and swiftly makes her away towards the castle. I let out a playful growl before following her. Her sultry laugh urges me faster. Soon we are in our little hideaway in the basement of the Volturi castle. It is dark, dirty, and filled with all kinds of her toys for inflicting tantalizing pain. But these won’t work on me; they are for her human boys. I require a different technique.
“Jane, I see some things never change,” I say seductively.
She slowly lowers her hood and slides her cloak from her lustrous, pale skin. She is bare beneath it, except for a pair of stark red heels that put her eyes to shame. Jane knows how much I love them. The growl in my chest rumbles and I notice her shudder.
“Your hair is darker,” I mention.
Jane turns to me and grins. She glides across the dark room to a chair. She lifts her leg slowly and places her foot on the seat. She leans down and caresses them with her fingertips, tracing it from the tip to the four inch heel. I smirk at her. I know what she is doing. She loves to tease, but it’s too early for me to start begging.
“Dirty blonds have more fun,” Jane says and lowers her leg back to the floor.
“Well let’s see how dirty we can get,” I say to her.
As I walk over to her, I discharge a wave of lust and gaze at her sultry figure as it hits her. She moans and slides her hand between her succulent breasts. I reach her and bring her hips into me. I rub my growing erection against her heat and she sucks in an unneeded breath. I bring my head down to her neck that is now open for me. I lick from the base of her ear down to the swell of her breasts. I do the same to the other side and her moan mixed with a growl amuses me.
“Don’t tease me Jay,” she cries out, using her nickname for me.
“Then..,” I pause to lick her nipple. “…give me what I want,” I finish as I flick the other nipple.
“Chcesz mój ból? Dam ci mój ból,” she whispers in my ear while threading her fingers in my hair.
“Yes Jasia, please give it to me,” I beg, knowing that’s what she wanted and adding her pet name for good measure.
“Pain,” she says in a whisper.
She does not give it to me easily. It is a strong dose and I am on my knees before her. She coos at me and runs he nails wickedly through my hair. My head is yanked back and I feel her teeth break my marble skin on my chin. My cock is about is burst from my jeans and I palm it to give it some attention.
“Uhhh…Jasia. Again,” I beg.
“What about your little mate?” She teases.
“You and I both know she’s not my mate,” I growl out to her.
“A matter of convenience still?” She says coyly.
I look up at her and send her my annoyance and impatience.
“Why are you still talking?” I yell.
I am up on my feet, fighting through the pain she was still sending me. I slowly take off my shirt and pull her to me. She wants me to stay here with her. I can see it in her eyes. However, my commitments lie elsewhere at the moment. Jane, my little Polish flower, is my sinful pleasure, but I am not meant to hers or the pixie’s for that matter. So I will, like usual, take everything I can get.
I lift Jane up and wrap her legs around my waist. She is purring deliciously and raking her nails up and down my back. I unbutton my jeans and wiggle them down. My motions send Jane into a fit of giggles, but I send her some pain and lust, intermingled together. Her laughter silences in her throat and she gasps and moans as it envelops her.
She throws her head back and I know that she must be close. That mixture is always too much for her. I carry her over to the chair and sit down with her in my lap. I push more of the mix into her and reach down to her clit, rubbing it slowly. My rock hard cock is pushing up against her tight whole, begging for some type of penetration.
“Przyjdź do mnie, Jasia. Come now,” I whisper against her flesh.
She does not disappoint. Her cries of satisfaction are loud and her growls are feral. I love the way she comes undone for me. I am not finished with her yet though. I grab her ass as she comes down from her high. She is grinning and knows what I want next. She is positioned perfectly on my lap and brings her hands up to my face. She examines the mark where she bit me, knowing Alice would see it. There is possession in her eyes and I cannot say that I don’t like it. My Jasia wears it well.
“Now, giddy up little darlin,” My cock seconds my statement with a pat on her ass.
Jane rises up and guides me into her tight heat. She is slow and deliberate. It is driving me crazy and I want more. I push my hips up, hitting that spot she loves me to touch. Her hiss of pleasure stirs me on and I buck again. I reach my hands around her cheeks and squeeze, pulling her up and down along my shaft. She soon takes over and is riding me rough and fast; just how I like it. My name is a harsh cry on her lips and I growl out her pet name like my life depends on it. Her nails deepen into my shoulders where she is holding on and I return her favor with my nails into her ass. Our hisses and growls combine as she bounces up and down upon me.
I am getting closer… I feel my balls start to contract, getting ready for my sweet release. At the last moment, I lean down and bite into her breast, marking her as mine. She pushes a last swell of pain to me and we both explode from the pleasure in the pain.
We are calming and her head is placed against mine. Both of us in bliss.
“Do następnego razu, moja kochanka,” she says, then licks over her bite on my chin.
“Until next time, my Jasia,” I say, then do the same, licking the one on her breast.
Scrumptious.
Translations (Polish)
*Jasia – Jane
*Chcesz mój ból? Dam ci mój ból – You want my pain? I’ll give you my pain.
* Przyjdź do mnie, Jasia – Come for me Jane
* Do następnego razu, moja kochanka – Until next time, my lover


~JNG~

Hot Box
Edward/Bella

“The Oxford English Dictionary gives the etymology of tattoo as ‘In 18th c. tattaow, tatto; from Polynesian tatau, in Tahitian, tatu.’ The word tatau was introduced as a loan word into English, the pronunciation being changed to conform to English phonology as ‘tattoo’...” [1] My professor’s impression of Ben Stein causes me to trail off to my own thoughts.

Sociology 201: it was either this, or the History of Education; the lesser of two evils. I thought I was going to learn about cultures and the like, but my professor is a total weirdo who hadn’t even named his own children until they were old enough to choose their own. They were just called “baby” until age five.

Today’s topic is the origination of tattooing. Snore! Ink is cool enough to look at, but I don’t need to know about the Chinese people’s thoughts on body modification in 1000 BC.
“...Tattooing has been a Eurasian practice since Neolithic times. ‘Ötzi the Iceman’, dated circa 3300 BC, bearing 57 tattoos: a cross on the inside of the left knee, six straight lines 15 centimeters long above the...” [2]

Geez, this is boring!

My first year of university has been filled with lessons. Lesson one: don’t take an 8:00 AM class, ever. Lesson two: don’t be late to an auditorium lecture class. Lesson three: sitting in the front row because you were late to said auditorium class and get assigned seating front and center, sucks! And because I sit in the front row of this god forsaken class, I can’t play on my phone, nor does it go unnoticed if I’m absent.

I start doodling in my notebook, no longer interested in taking notes. I’ll Wiki this shit later! A few more minutes of droning pass, when the side door to the auditorium opens and a guy walks in. Professor Boring must be expecting him because he waves him to the center of the stage.
So, thanks to lessons I’ve now learned, I have a close-up view of the stage. I can see he has a baseball cap on. I can’t tell what his face looks like, but he looks pretty ordinary otherwise; long sleeve shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. Even ten feet away, I can tell he’s nothing special.
The spotlight comes on, and Mr. Ordinary is on the big screen monitor. He’s still looking down under the brim of his hat, and all I can see of his face is the outline of an angular jaw with stubble.
“Mr. Masen?” my professor prompts to our guest. I’m interested in what’s happening next. Perhaps there will be magic.

Whoa! Mr. Ordinary whips off his shirt, and suddenly is Mr. Extraordinary! He’s covered in tattoos and muscles.

Ho. lee. shit.

I squirm a little in my seat because this is turning me the fuck on. I close my eyes and imagine what he looks like under that hat; but really, who the fuck cares. He could look like the ass end of a dog with that body and those tatts. Suddenly, tattoos have become much more interesting!
Our professor is pointing out several of the tattoos on Mr. Fucktabulous, and I can’t take my eyes off him. After several minutes, he’s instructed to turn so Professor Drudge can highlight the ink on Mr. Hello Orgasm’s back. As he does, Mr.Hotness momentarily looks out from under his hat and catches my eye.

It’s a moment-- for sure. I’m no mind reader or anything, but I totally know what he’s thinking at the moment. I just hope it’s the same thing I’m thinking...Fuck me, please.

I see his perfect little pink lips quirk up to the side. Ahhh, he appreciates my ogl-age!
The rest of the lecture goes by in a blur, and Mr. Perfect puts his shirt back on, much to my chagrin. He doesn’t leave the auditorium, just stands off to the side at the end of the row. When class is over, I stand and begin to pack my things. I feel someone standing behind me, a little too close for my comfort. I turn, ready to give some asshole a piece of my mind for invading my space and come face to chin with jaw and stubble.

He bends down and whispers in my ear, “Do you have a ten o’clock class?”

“No.”

“Meet me in storage in three minutes.”

Huuu whaa...?

The thing about these old university lecture auditoriums is they have storage behind the blackboards in front. It’s the perfect space to sneak away with someone.

I tell myself not to panic. Three minutes, is that long enough to run to the bathroom? What does he want with me? If he wanted my number, he would have just asked. He wouldn’t need to sequester me in the auditorium storage area. I’m not naive. I’m pretty sure there’s only one thing he wants, and I don’t think it’s to talk about the social bias of the tattoo culture in modern society.
I bolt up the stairs to the bathroom in the hall. I quickly vend a condom from the machine and take a deep breath after looking in the mirror.

Yep, I’m about to do this. Ha-llah!

I rush back, stopping short of the storage entrance. I calm myself and saunter in so I don’t appear like an over eager idiot. I see a single light in the back of storage with a chair sitting below it. As I approach I notice a piece of paper on the chair. I move closer to see what it says. I’m upon the chair and pick up the paper, seeing nothing written on it. Then a hand encircles my throat. It’s warm and soft. Breath tickles my ear and the hair at the nape of my neck.

“I’m going to undress you.”

I give a slight nod to indicate I’m on board. He carefully reaches around me and lifts my shirt over my head. He then works the fastening on my pants and trails them down my legs. It’s totally intense, and it is absolutely making me wet. I feel his bare chest against my back as hands sweep around my chest and palm my tits.

“Huhhhhh.” Yep, it feels good. Then he rids me of my bra and panties, making sure his hands palm every part of me in between.

I stand naked in the shadows of a lecture hall storage closet, with the only sound being heavy breathes and pants.

In a move straight out of James Bond’s play book, Mr. Gorgeous is now sitting naked on the chair and I’m straddling him. I can feel his cock nestled against my pussy. I know I’m coating him and it is hot. It’s like, at least 80 degrees back here. I’m sweating already and I wonder if Mr. Sexy and Mysterious will think it’s gross that perspiration is beading across my forehead. But then his lips seal on my left nipple and I could care less if I smell like a trucker.

“Condom...pants...pocket,” I moan.

“Already...covered,” he pants around my nip, still located in his mouth. Then I notice he means that, literally. He’s already got a condom on, and his fingers are now inside me making sure I’m open for business. I move on his hand trying to get more.

His hands reach to cup my ass. He lifts me slightly, and then waits for me to align things. I get his tip set then move my hands before sinking down.

Oh my God...

He immediately thrusts up and forward. He hits my cervix wall and a grunt escapes me. Mr. Knows How to Touch Me Deep Inside is moving his hands back to my hips, guiding me to and fro. Thirty seconds in and I’m already feeling the build.

“Fas-” I start, but he cuts me off.


“Shhh. Let me work. I promise to deliver.” I can’t help it. This is just so—awesome! I lean in to kiss him, but he stops my forward movement and takes a lick of my jaw. His tongue tickles my lower lip. It’s so...porn like? I open my mouth and my tongue peeks out to meet his; we are French kissing on the outside. His tongue is stroking mine. Mr. Holy Fuck Me is picking up the pace. His thrusts are harder and faster. My head lolls forward as I take in the pleasure being placed upon my body. I start breathing heavier, clenching my Kegel’s. I want it to come; I want the euphoric feeling, the momentous high. I concentrate on the pressure, willing it to explode.

Mr. I’m Going to Make You Come Hard tightens his grip and slows his pace while thrusting harder. It’s only a matter of moments before I push down needing that final push to come.

The heat rushes over me, and I stop breathing. He’s still going, but I hope he’s almost there because I’m not gonna be able to take this much longer.

“I...oh...ughh,” I so eloquently mutter. I feel like I might go insane. He has to stop. It’s too much now.

“Fuck!” he shouts, and then stills after two more upward thrusts. His head falls forward to my shoulder while he tries to catch his breath.

He lightly kisses on my shoulder.

I’m a little taken aback by the tenderness of the action. I stand, knowing the show is over. I don’t know what to do next. Since I’m not a seasoned veteran of the storage closet sex, I stand dumbly in front of him.

He looks up, his green eyes blazing into mine. “Wednesday; same time, same place.” It’s a statement, not a question. Can I say no? Do I want to say no?

“Okay.”

Suddenly, Sociology becomes my favorite class of the week.
~
    [2] Spindler, Konrad (1995), The man in the ice
    ~JNG~
    Here is a late entry to last weeks Pic Prompt:
    Bound
    By AmberStar63
    Beta: LyricalKris
    Pairing: Alice/Jasper, Rating: M
Blindfolded and just short of naked, I stood still, carefully listening as he moved around the room, hoping for a hint of what his plans for me were.
What this man could do to me with only the sense of his presence was absolutely astonishing. I may as well have been bound in place; he was just that powerful. A second later, my thought became a reality when I felt a strip fabric grazing down my arms.
He pushed my hands back, crossed my wrists and tied them snugly behind me. It wasn’t uncomfortable or daunting, just exciting. In fact, my whole body vibrated with overwhelming anticipation. Where would he start? What would he do?

I shivered, letting my head loll back as his heated breath touched my tummy. He still held each end of the tie binding my hands. “I love the way you look Alice. Black is such a lovely contrast against your milky, white skin.”
Goose bumps rose over every inch of me, making my whole body so ultra-sensitive that even the tendrils of his hair brushing against me had me moaning out loud. Until the moment his lips finally kissed along the top of my panties. Then, he had me begging.

“Please...” I whispered, desperately squirming, pushing my pelvis closer, and hoping he’d know what I wanted.

“Please what, Ali?”
I felt his lips move when he spoke, then curve when he was silent. He was smiling, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

“Touch me, Jasper. Please.”

“I am touching you.” He stopped his trail of kisses, switching instead to teasing me with the tip of his tongue, using swirling motions around my navel and over my hip where he changed again to nipping at my delicate skin.
“Oh,” was all I was capable of gasping out at the sharp contrast his teeth made to his otherwise soft touches. My insides were on fire, and what felt like lava spilled over, soaking into my thong.

“Mmm... I can smell you.” He dropped the ties and grabbed the backs of my legs, pulling me against him harshly, nuzzling his nose between my legs, hitting my most sensitive spot.

“You better be ready for me darlin’,” he growled lowly, “because I want you and mean to have you right now.”
He stood quickly, pulling away and leaving me stumbling slightly for balance. It was only for a moment, and then he was back, pushing on my shoulder, indicating he wanted me on my knees. I knelt, feeling the pillow he had obviously just placed there.

He tapped my jaw. “Open.”
I did as he asked without hesitation, immediately tasting the salty fluid on the tip of his cock as it hit my tongue. He was fully hard and thick around, filling my mouth as I worked to coat his length with saliva so he could easily fuck my mouth.

I closed my lips around him, taking him in until he hit the back of my throat every second time I went down on him, trying to override my gag reflexes so I could take him in completely.

“Yes, baby... Just like that,” he hissed with his hand at the back of my head. He started driving his hips, holding me so he could take control.

He pumped, I sucked. He cursed, I hummed. I grazed him with my teeth, and he jumped back, gulping in a deep breath as he paced away. I knew he was dangerously close to coming. I was so confident in my skills I may have even smirked just a little.
I felt puff of air at my knees before his cheek bristled against mine, “Think that’s funny, do you?”
I had definitely smirked.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth without fucking your pussy?”

“No, please...” I hadn’t thought about that.

“How about I fuck your pussy, but not let you come?”
I hadn’t thought about that either. “Oh, God, no,” I blurted out.

“Then behave yourself,” he warned. “Bend over.”

Guiding me, he held me around the waist as I bent forward at the hip, lowering me until my face touched another pillow on the floor. I turned my head, resting my cheek against the cool fabric and using my upper body to support myself.

He moved behind me, tearing my thong at the seams, and spread my knees wide. I was completely vulnerable: blindfolded, bound at the wrists, kneeling and open to him. His satisfied sigh let me know he was pleased.
“Exactly what I wanted,” he mumbled just as I heard a soft buzzing start up. “What about you, Ali? Is this what you wanted too?

My ability to form a response was lost the second I felt the vibrating egg pressing against my bud. I resorted to nodding frantically against the pillow.

“How about this then?” A throaty grunt was forced from me as he suddenly thrust into me. His huge cock stretching me to the brink felt so damn good.
He fucked me hard as he rubbed the vibrator, now set to high speed, relentlessly over my clit until I was literally crying out, weeping for joy over the orgasm ripping through my body. My walls convulsed, constricting around him until he was shouting my name with his own release.

“Ali. My Ali.” He chanted as he gently pulled out, easing my knees back and my body down slowly, taking the weight off my shoulders. He kissed the length of my back as he untied my wrists, smoothing his hands up and down my arms as he placed them at my sides. Finally, he slipped off my blindfold, peppering my cheeks and eyes with light, reverent kisses as he laid his head beside mine.
We were forehead to forehead. His eyes sparkled while he continued his whispers of love.
“Yes.” I said contentedly.

“Yes what, my sweet girl?”

“Yes, Jasper, that is exactly what I wanted.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Next weeks Pic Prompt:




We are taking The Lemon Drizzle Segment to the next level!!!

Would you like to be The Lemon Drizzle author of the Month?


All you have to do is a submit a Lemon Drizzle.
At the end of April all the drizzles that were submitted for that month, (expect for cullen818 and mine, as we are staff) will go up for voting!

You will pick by voting who's is the Lemon Drizzle Author of the Month. Basically who's drizzle best describe the Pic Prompt they used.
The winner will receive a banner stating that they are Lemon Drizzle author for that month!
I can't wait to read all your drizzle's next week!!

In the running so far for April's Lemon Drizzle Author of the Month is:
What is a lemon drizzle and how does it work?
Each week a picture prompt will be given. Write a drizzle (like a drabble) that is around 1000 words (or less) about the picture given.
The following week's prompt will be at the end of the current week submissions.
Submissions will post on Friday, and should be received no later than Thursday at 7pm (EST). Email it to Lemon Drizzles


Rules:
~It has to be durty. (rated M or NC-17)
~Has to have Twi-pairing(s), in any combination
~Has to incorporate the picture...(we should be able to tell easily that the photo and drizzle go together.)
~It has to be lemony.
PLEASE make sure you are submitting the right drizzle for the current Pic prompt!


Use this heading when you submit:
Title of Drizzle by your author name (unless you want to be anon)
Pairing:

You need not be an "author" to submit. Everyone is welcome to spread a little Lemon drizzle our way! Email it to Lemon Drizzles

**Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Stephenie Meyer created it all.

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