As always: This fic is rated M for sex times. If you’re under 18, do not read any further.

This rec is both awesome and sad at the same time since we got the news last week that FAP will be 107yearoldvirgin’s last fic, and then she is leaving the fandom. Unlike some other authors, she isn’t pulling to publish, and all her stories will made available by her in PDF form for anyone who wants to read them. I have rec’d her work before and as a reader and a fan, I’m very sorry to see her go. I know that I, along with all her other fb friends, will miss her greatly as a friend as well. We wish her the best in all her future endeavors.

But I have to say that if she has to go, it’s better to go out with a bang (pun totally intended). FAP is not just a great fic in terms of the characters and storyline, it’s also extremely funny and sexy.

In this story, Bella is an amateur novelist trying her hand at writing smut for her following of readers in a certain online community (re: fanfiction). Edward (‘Wardo) is a tormentor/friend that Bella has known for 10 years who has always done his best to annoy her every chance he gets. He has called her “Bunny” for as long as she can remember, and she is none too pleased to see him in her night class at the local community college.

Things between them take a turn for the sexy when a nosy Edward snoops on Bella’s computer and laughs at her attempts at writing sex scenes. He decides she needs a little…help.

With a sigh, he released my arms. “Your story sucks because it’s false. No one wants to read that shit because it’s not real. Hell, it’s barely even fantasy. You have nothing to go off of. The best advice a writer can have is to write what they know. And you know jack shit about sex.”

My mouth dropped open.

He leaned forward and smirked. “Am I right?”

I believe my awesome response was, “pffffff.”

Edward laughed again, releasing my arms and taking a step back. “Why are you writing this, anyway? Did you lose a bet?”

“I’ll have you know that I’m kind of a big deal in some online fiction circles. I have thousands of reviews and people telling me every single day that I should write my own shit. Every. Single. Day. So…that’s why. Okay? Because these women online say that I’m good enough and they would buy my ‘shitty romance’, as you so delicately call it!” My voice had reached dog-only-hearing status and I clamped my hands over my mouth, mortified. Sliding my eyes from side to side, I checked to see if anyone else had heard me lose my mind.

Apparently not.

Taking a step back, he tsked, shaking his head from side to side. “You essentially write porn. You know that, right?”

I gave him the stink-eye.

“No, really. Women are getting off on your words. Wet panties. Vibrators handy. Husbands confused as to why they suddenly want to be tied up or spanked. You’re writing fap fiction.” He fucking smirked. “They’re going to know you’re a fraud from the get-go, Bunny. If you don’t actually know what you’re talking about, they will devour you like a pack of hungry wolves.”

“It’s fan fiction. And my smut is fine,” I whispered without conviction.

Was he right?

Could I not finish my chapter because I was being a fraud?

“No. Your porn is bad. You suck at it. I’m sorry, but no one talks like that. Ripping bodices. Love buttons. Pink pebbled peaks and shit? They’re nipples, for God’s sake. Nipples.” His fingers pressed into my cheeks and he made my lips poke out like a duck. “Say it. Nip. Ples.”

Squirming away from him, I pushed him as far from my body as possible. “It’s romantic. Women love it.”

His laugh was hollow. “You’ve read so much of it, you’re brainwashed.” Stepping closer, he dropped his voice to a whisper and pressed his lips to my ear. “Did you even come with Mathlete Mike?”

I pushed him away and pressed my back against the brick wall of the building we had finally reached in our advancement during our conversation. “It was more convenience than anything.”

“Like a business wager?” Edward pressed his lips together to stop his guffaw.

Rolling my eyes, I sighed and pressed my head to the wall behind me. “It was convenient. Needed to be done. Happened. End of story.”

There was a long pause as he contemplated my answer, looking up into the dark sky with reflection etched in his smooth features. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally met my gaze once again. “You…have no damn idea what it’s like to have a man inside of you.” He stepped closer and I held my breath as his palms came to rest on my sides. His voice dropped to a low rumble as his nose moved my hair away from my ear and he leaned in to whisper. “If you really want to succeed with your novel,” his fingers twitched and pressed into my tender flesh, “you need to feel what you want to write about. How it feels to have a man use his hands…” another twitch of his fingers. “His mouth,” a light brush of his lips against my cheek. “His cock inside of you…” He stepped closer and my eyes squeezed closed as the front of his jeans brushed across my own zipper.

I gasped when I felt his hands lower to the belt loop of my jeans.

“I can help you, Bunny Swan.” His breath was warm in my ear and I pressed my lips together to stop myself from moaning as he pushed in closer to me, squishing my breasts against his chest firmly. “Do you want to know what it feels like to really, really come?”

My chest rose and fell in a rush of fear and excitement.

“Do you want to know what it’s like to be so wet that you feel like you could die if you don’t get fucked properly?”

Without any thought, my hands gripped his leather jacket tightly in my fists and pulled him closer. “Let me guess. You’re offering your services?”

His chuckle caused the hair on my arms to stand up. “Anything to help you obtain your dreams of being a real,” he exhaled softly in my ear, “honest to God,” his tongue darted out quickly and made me gasp, “writer…”

Unknowingly, I had been arching my back against the wall and angling my chest into him, my thighs rubbing together minutely. I closed my eyes as a shudder ran through me. “And what do you get out if it?”

Pulling back a little, he looked me in the eye. “Are you kidding? I get to help pull that stick out of your ass…” he wiggled his eyebrows, “and maybe put something else in it.”

“Ugh. You are a demented asshole,” I sighed and started to push him away, but he held fast.

“It can be for research purposes. Don’t you want to be the best literary porn pusher there is? Don’t you want to succeed?” His smirk was back. But he had a point.

“Research purposes…”

“Yeah. So your writing will definitely be authentic.” I watched his eyes roam my face as I thought it over.

“For authentication purposes.” My heart was about to burst out of my chest and I was sure that my vag was going to catch a cold from the damp home it was now in and the wind trying to claw its way through my jeans.

If you’re looking for some sexy fluff, then check this story out. You will definitely not be disappointed. This story is only a month old at the time of this post and it already has over 4,000 reviews. Be sure to leave Virgy some love for this awesome fic and let her know how much we will all miss writers like her in this fandom!

FAP (fanfiction.net)

107yearoldvirgin FanFiction.net profile

There’s also a facebook group for FAP (FAPPER’S DELIGHT), but it’s 18 and over only, so you must request to join.

Are you reading this yet along with what seems like the entire fandom? Let me know what you think of it in the comments!

Oh boy. Here we go.

First of all, I’m just going to say that I know this is not a popular opinion at all in this particular fandom. I recognize that someone reading this may disagree with me, and that’s totally fine. This is the issue how I understand it and I’m not a lawyer, nor do I play one on TV, so if I get any part of this post wrong, please feel free to correct me in the comments.

I love fanfic. I had never read a word of it before becoming a part of the Twilight fandom, and there are stories out there that I love even more than the canon series. There are some really amazing authors with incredibly creative storylines, characters and plots in their stories, and I can’t get enough. I rec the best of the best here (new posts on that coming soon, I know it’s been awhile), I read it constantly, and we even have another site where stories can be posted and read with no worries about them being pulled to due to rating or content. In short, fanfic is awesome and everyone should read it.

Here are some important facts about fanfiction that everyone who reads or writes it should definitely know:

1) Just writing fanfiction is iffy territory. Some authors are ok with it, some are definitely not. The author is the only one who gets to decide if fans are allowed to play around with their characters and then post their work for others to read. Anne Rice has infamously banned fanfiction based on her work, and that’s it. If someone posts it, they are opening themselves up to be sued by her.

Fanfiction is sort of an open secret. Everyone knows it exists but as long as it’s  not blatantly paraded around, the fans get left alone and the creator of the canon work looks the other way.

2) Publishing fanfiction to make money off it is illegal. Completely and totally illegal. The characters and their traits, the main plot, and the story belong the author and are protected under copyright. This is just a huge no no.

Here’s where it can get confusing for people.

We all know about the great stories out there in the Twilight fandom that have a totally original story line, all human characters, and brand new settings. Basically, the only thing that still connects it to Twilight is the physical description of the characters (ie: “bronze hair, pale skin, clumsy”) Is it ok to just change the names of these characters and publish?

Ethically? No way. It would be making money off characters/a story that was based off of someone else’s work, and they are the only person entitled to make money from that. Plus, if the author finds out that you are trying this, all they have to do is release a statement saying no more fan fiction, and the party is ruined for everyone.

Legally?…Maybe. If the names, character traits, plot points, the tributes to canon (“About three things I was absolutely certain…”), and settings were all totally changed, then just maybe it could pass as an original story. Many stories would have to be extensively edited to make this happen, and by the time this is over, it might not even be recognizable to fans who enjoyed reading it.

And then what is left?

Why do fans of Twilight read fan fiction in the first place? Because we care about the characters, the canon story line, and the world that Stephenie Meyer created, and we want to explore it while still remembering where it all came from. We want to read about Edward and Bella, or Jacob and Bella, or Alice and Jasper (I can go on, but you get the point) in new or re-imagined situations, possibly getting it on at some point.

So if a favorite work in the fandom is turned into this new, scrubbed-clean-of-Twilight-references story, all the reasons people were reading in the first place are now gone. Not very many fans of Twilight are interested in reading about Edmund and Billa when all traits of the characters we love are wiped away. They are just two random people now.

It’s just a backwards way to write a story, and unfair to readers to test out a story line or plot point on them, get everyone excited about it, then pull it offline (sometimes before it’s even finished), gut it of the pertinent stuff, then package it as completely original and expect people to pay for it.

If the new story is then taken and shopped around to publishing houses, they will not even BEGIN to consider the story if it has been previously available on the internet for free, especially as fanfiction. Reputable places won’t touch that with a 10 foot pole, no matter how much they like the story/writing. They will just ask the writer to get back to them when they come up with something that’s totally theirs.

(Also, just removing the story from ff.net or other archives will not remove it from the internet or remove proof it ever existed online. Google and other search engines save everything, and this is the internet people. Chances are someone has a copy of it saved to their computer. It will never be totally gone.)

So long story short: A fanfic author with a following who wants to publish should write the original story with original characters and publish that, then let their fans know they have something totally new that they would like to share. Personally, I know several ff authors off the top of my head that I would pay for an original work of theirs tomorrow if I could, and I’m not alone. I’m definitely not against fanfic authors being published; I think that’s great if someone gets that opportunity and wants to go for that. It’s all good as long as what is being published doesn’t have the potential to piss off Stephenie Meyer, who could shut down our playtime in an instant if she wanted to.

Further reading on the ethics and legalities of publishing fan fiction:

http://www.whoosh.org/issue62/ecks2.html

Fan Fiction

Thinking Forward: DIY Publishing and Fanfiction

http://www.irosf.com/q/zine/article/10026

Wikipedia: Legal Issues With Fan Fiction

Again, if I got anything wrong or there are questions that need to be cleared up, we can discuss in the comments.

(You get Eclipseward in training since he’s the closest thing to Trainerward as of now.)

I’m sure a few of you out there are already reading this. I would safely say this is one of the most popular stories in the fandom right now. Why, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you.

• *This Bella has a problem nearly everyone can relate to.
• *Trainerward. Edward as a personal trainer helping you with your workouts. ‘Nuff said about that.
• *Even though there is a small amount of angst (how could there not be, given the topic?), this story is mostly sweet fluff. If you’re reading updates for several other stories out there (*ahem* Just Wait, I’m looking at you…), then you desperately a few doses of that in your ficc’ing.
• *IT UPDATES! This story actually updates on a pretty regular basis, so no matter what happens at the end of each chapter, you don’t have to go long without an update.

So for those of you who haven’t had the luck to hear about this great story yet, read on.

Bella wants to turn her life around. She’s already lost the dead weight of an asshole husband, and now she wants to work on her health and self esteem. She formulates a goal of losing 70 pounds, all the weight she gained during her shitastic marriage.

Obviously, this is a daunting task. She’s going to need just a little help. Who steps in? Meet Trainerward.

“Hi, I’m Tanya,” she said, putting her hand out and smiling brightly. “Can I help you?”

“I hope so,” Bella replied, shaking the other woman’s hand. “I’m Bella Swan. Carlisle Cullen gave me your card.”

“Wow, I’ve only been here a couple of months, and my cuz is pimping me out all over the place,” she said, blinding Bella with her extra-white teeth. “I knew he was my favorite for a reason.”

“I was hoping I could hire you as a personal trainer.”

“Oh, jees,” Tanya said, biting her lip and looking somewhat torn. “Did you know when you wanted to get started?”

“As soon as possible,” Bella stated, figuring if she put it off any longer, she’d never do it.

“That’s what I thought you’d say,” Tanya said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I’m completely booked for at least three months.”

“Shit,” she mumbled to herself. “Well, can I leave my number in case of a cancellation?”

“You don’t have to do that,” Tanya said, shaking her head enthusiastically, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her face. “We have another trainer!”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yeah, and I know he just had a cancellation recently, so he has some free time.”

“Wait,” Bella said, slightly mortified. “He? ?”

“Yeah! Edward. Here, let me call him over.” Raising her hand, she waved it over her head. “Hey! Edward!”

“Nooo,” she hissed, clamping a hand around Tanya’s arm. “Don’t do that!”

It was altogether too late. The other personal trainer looked up from whatever he was doing and, after a few seconds, started to jog over to them from the back of the facility.

“Fuck,” Bella muttered under her breath as the most perfect male specimen she had ever seen walked over and smiled at her.

Once Bella gets over her anxiety about working out in general, and Edward specifically, their relationship slowly begins to change from a professional one, to a friendship, to…something else.

As they went through the motions, Edward started to unwind a little, and she noticed he seemed less serious. As her worry for his well-being lessened, her focus on his body increased. That shirt was absolutely killing her. Every time Edward moved, the ripple of his muscles underneath the fabric, and his bare arms brushing against hers, flexing and releasing as he helped her with the harder positions, was driving her crazy.

Now, she really understood why he’d been wearing the warm-up jacket, and if she wasn’t enjoying the sight of his body so much, she’d wish he’d put it back on.

It was because he was turning her on so much that when Edward asked her in the middle of doing crunches if she’d given any thought to what her reward would be, that her true answer went sailing from between her lips before she had a chance to censor it.

“I want to get fucked,” she said while on the rise. “Hard.” Edward’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at her crude statement. She figured since the cat was out of the bag, she may as well just continue. Her words were punctuated each time she executed a body curl. “I want…one night…of raw…pure…sex…all night…every position.” Bella collapsed to the ground breathing heavy. “That’swhat I want.”

It was then that what she actually said hit her. Her legs were socked between Edward’s, his hands were on her knees to keep her stable, and he was altogether too close. She was completely mortified at her admission, and even though her face was already red due to exertion, she felt it flame even hotter as she stared up at the ceiling in utter humiliation.

“Oh God,” she groaned, throwing both arms over her face. She was too ashamed to even look at Edward. “Just…agh…can you just forget I said all of that?”

“Why?” he asked her in a low voice.

“Just ’cause,” she begged, still unable to look at him. “That wasn’t supposed to come out. It’s just been…a…really long time. And plus, it’s not like it’s ever going to happen.”

“Why not?” he asked again, his voice still low, curious, almost seductive.

“‘Cause I have no one to do it with,” she answered. Bella thought her level of embarrassment couldn’t have gotten any worse. It turned out she was wrong. Having to admit to Edward that no one would fuck her was about as rock bottom as she could get.

And then he said the one thing that made her heart completely stop.

“What if it was me?”

Yes. It’s hot. The sexual tension between these two has been slowly building, and with each update, they get closer and closer.

GO READ!

Lets Get Physical at fanfiction.net

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Leave Lalina a review and let her know what you think, and discuss this story in the comments!

Also on one last fan fiction note, check out the new fan fiction site Jeremy and I launched earlier this month. Every day brings new members and stories, so take a second to explore around at the stories we have already! And please continue to spread the word!

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Our forums for our new fan fiction site Fresh Squeezed Lemons has  been launched as of a few hours ago.

You can discuss pretty much anything at the forums, Twilighted related or not. We have a section to talk about the movies, the books, the actors and of course, fan fiction.

I predict the fan fiction will be the most busy part of the forum, so if you’re an author, please come by and make a thread for your story if you want to pimp it. If you’re not an author yourself and you just read a story you want to tell people about, please feel free to come by and make a thread for that too.

We’ll still be tweaking it in the next few days, like making sure member icons show up on posts, and working on signatures.

Please take a second to visit and post something because we have like no topics started by people that aren’t me or Jeremy. It’s a little sad.

Please spread the word and let people know because the more the merrier! Thanks everyone!

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You probably already know Jaxon22 as an awesome author. She wrote the much loved story Help Wanted, and if you haven’t read it, you should. But after the new story of hers I’m writing about.

As with all my rec’s, this is rated M for sexy times. Turn around now if you’re under 18.

In the prologue of A Pound of Flesh, Bella is 9 years old and adores  her father, Senator Charles Swan. He is very much involved in causes that help those less fortunate in his city, and he passes on this dedication to help along to Bella. Tragically, while out on an outing, Charles and Bella are attacked by a group of thugs, and before Bella can be killed too, a hooded figure takes her away and keeps her safe until the police arrive.

Chapter One starts picks up 15 years later, and we find out Bella has dedicated her life to her promise to her father. She’s a teacher who has taught all over the world, but still feels she’s not keeping the promise she made to help those who really need it.

Against the protests of everyone in her life, Bella applies for a job teaching in a prison. Since the turnover at this particular prison for tutors is high and her credentials are impeccable, Bella lands the job.

Meanwhile, the reason tutors practically run screaming from their jobs here is finally introduced to us. I present Punk Ass Ward:

“Where ya been fucker?” McCarty asked with a wide smile and a slap against Cullen’s shoulder that made him wobble on his feet. “I’ve missed your punk ass face.”

“Give me a smoke and I’ll tell you all about it,” Cullen answered with a smirk, wincing internally at the force at which his hand had connected with him. Fucking Emmett…

…

“I had a slight ‘disagreement’ with one of the tutors and the shit head put me on twenty-four hour punishment.”

“Fucker,” Emmett repeated and Cullen nodded turning towards him.

“It’s on, Emmett. I shit you not.”

Emmett saw the look of determination in Cullen’s eyes, bumped his fist and smirked with his cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Better believe it baby,” he acquiesced enthusiastically with a wink.

He would have Cullen’s back. They had known each other a lot of years both inside and outside detention and it was the least he could fucking do. Cullen had been there for Emmett on a couple of occasions on the outside, saving his ass both times. Yeah, if Cullen needed him, he would be there, especially if it meant getting that Newton prick and wiping the smile of his butt ugly face.

They both turned quickly – their heads snapping with a sharpness only achieved by long sentences of incarceration with fuckers who could be sly and quick – when they heard a loud bout of whistles and jeers from the court.

Emmett snorted and smiled. “Talking of tutors,” he muttered as he cocked a satisfied eyebrow.

Cullen followed his stare across the court and through the fencing, to see a small brunette with the tightest ass he had ever seen, wrapped in a black, knee length pencil skirt, scuttling quickly across the car lot towards a sweet Mini Cooper. Her pale legs looked awesome as they disappeared into a pair of black heeled shoes that, even from Cullen’s viewpoint, screamed hard sex.

Fuck me…

“Who the fuck is that?” he asked, trying to hide the fact that he was craning his neck to see past the other inmates who were milling around the fence like kids at a zoo, blocking his view. Bastards…

“That is Miss Swan,” Emmett answered with a slow sigh as he leaned his elbows back on the table behind him and crossed his legs at the ankles, “The new Lit tutor. She’s cool actually. I had my first session with her today.”

…

“Well, at least that’s a plus,” Cullen muttered as he put his cigarette out on the bench beside him.

“What?” Emmett asked with a frown.

“The tutor…” he waved his hand towards where the Mini had disappeared. “Miss…”

“Swan,” Emmett finished for him.

“Yeah, Miss Swan,” he acknowledged. “That’s one good thing about me doing Lit.”

*Sigh* Oh, Punk Ass Ward. This is how I picture him:

*melts*

Even though there has not been a lemon yet (between Edward and Bella at least), this story is EFFING. HOT. When it finally does happen, my computer will probably explode from the sexiness of it.

I just found this story this week, and I loved it so much immediately that I read it until I finished at 9 in the MORNING. On a week day. Yes, I could hardly see when I was done, and yes, it was totally worth it. I almost peed myself when this updated yesterday too, so to say I’m interested in what happens with these characters is putting it very lightly.

So if you’re looking for another good story to add to your updates list, this one needs to be next. Go read and and leave some good reviews because jaxon22 deserves it!

Links:

A Pound of Flesh on fanfiction.net

Author Profile on fanfiction.net

Twilighted thread for A Pound Of Flesh

P.S– Just in case you haven’t heard yet, we have launched a new fan fiction site at FreshSqueezedLemons.com. Please check it out, and if you’re an author, please consider uploading your work with us because we need authors and stories to get the readers! Thanks very much!

We FINALLY got it done! Jeremy and I have been spending hours this week busting our ass to get this site launched (it’s the reason my True Blood recap has been delayed), and now we are ready to show this site, our baby, to everyone.

If you have been a reader for a while you’ll remember we posted about launching a site ages ago when all the drama at fanfiction.net started happening. Our site is a place where bullying will not be tolerated, and stories of any rating can be posted.

So if you’re an author, we would love if it you would post your stories at our site, and if you’re just a reader (like me, for now) it’s quick and easy to make a profile, start reading, and adding stories to your recommendation list (aka: favorites).

More features like email alerts for new chapters, a site inbox for each member, and a forum are all coming soon!

Check it out by clicking the link below:

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Fellow pervies out there, rejoice, because I have a story to share that you are going to go crazy for. You might even love it as much as you loved, “The Office”.

Yes, you read that right. I said, might be better than “The Office”!

Obviously, this story is rated M, and there are some very very explicit scenes in the story. Do not read this if you are under 18.

I actually only just heard of this story yesterday, when another amazing fic author 107yearoldvirgin (I rec’d her story Decoy earlier, so check it out if you haven’t yet!) had a quick poll on her facebook wall last night. She asked, “What’s the best sex scene you’ve read in FF?” By the time I saw it, there were about 40 replies on this wall post.

For some people, they would think, “tl;dr“, and continue on playing Soroity Life or whatever. But not me. I LIVE for threads like this! I mean, 40 replies, each most likely talking about a different scene in a story I probably have not read yet? And these are just specifically about the lemons!? OF COURSE, I’m reading it all, keeping my “to be read” list nearby!

As I dove in to the replies, I noticed a lot of people kept mentioning this story, “Last Tango In Forks”. There was a lot of talk about an, “up against the door” scene. My curiosity was sufficiently piqued.

This story caught my attention for a number of reasons. First, the title. “Last  Tango In Forks” is definitely a nod to the Marlon Brando movie, Last Tango in Paris, which happens to be rated NC-17 for explicit sexual content. You may also remember that in one of their very first promotional interviews, Rob and Kristen mentioned watching the movie together (about 45 seconds in):

So, with all this in mind, plus all of this “against the door” business, I immediately found it and began reading.

And um, holy shitballs, y’all. The reason I compare this story to “The Office” so readily is because one thing the two stories have in common is they in no way prepare you for the hotness taking place in the first one or two chapters. You get right into it, very fast. There was no force on earth that would have kept me from reading on after I got to the end of Chapter One.

As you can tell by the title, the plot of this story is based pretty heavily on the plot of the movie “Last Tango In Paris.” In case you are unfamiliar with it,(like I was, expect for the “butter scene”), Wikipedia has a synopsis, but I’m only going to share the first few sentences of it here:

Paul (Marlon Brando), a middle-aged American hotel owner mourning the suicide of his wife, meets a young engaged Parisian woman named Jeanne (Maria Schneider) in an apartment both are interested in renting. Paul and Jeanne proceed to have an anonymous sexual relationship in the apartment, and Paul demands that neither of them share any personal information, not even their names.

In all 9 chapters up so far, this very accurately describes what the story is about.

Bella, who lives in Forks with her dad and is engaged to her best friend Jacob, is feeling a little crowded still living at home. While at the gym one day, she sees that an apartment is for rent above the dance studio next door. After informing her another interested renter showed up earlier, the land lady gives Bella a key and lets her go on up to take a look herself.

As she entered the dark room, she instantly noticed how warm it was. Guess there’s nothing wrong with the heat. She slipped her jacket off and dropped it to the floor, stopping to flip the switch in there as well, just to make sure. Damn. Frustrated, she fumbled her way through the darkness until she reached the other side of the room where the large window was. It had an ancient roll up blind, and when she pulled on it the entire thing snapped up quickly, shooting dust all over her.

“Shit!” she yelled, sputtering and coughing as she brushed herself off. When she had finally composed herself, she slowly turned around the room, taking it in.

And that’s when she screamed.

Sitting on the floor facing her, right on the other side of the door she had just entered, was a man. He made no move to get up at her outburst; he simply looked up at her as if he’d only now realized that she was in the room.

“Who the fuck are you?” Bella gasped, praying that she wasn’t about to become the first in a string of brutal rape/slayings to terrorize the Pacific Northwest. She was just about to yell at him again when she actually managed to look at him.

He was leaning back against the wall with his knees hugged close to his chest, wearing a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned a few times at the collar and what looked like designer jeans that had been artificially distressed; Bella knew that there was no way jeans that clean could have so many holes in them. His hair, which looked like some exotic mixture of bronze and copper, was sticking out in every direction as if he’d been shoving his hands in it repeatedly. His cheekbones and jawline were so chiseled that it almost hurt to look at them, the thick growth of stubble only serving to enhance their beauty.

Bella moved her eyes up slowly, hovering on the most luscious pair of full, pouty lips she had ever seen in her life. They looked soft and pink, and she couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel against her own or how they might taste. Continuing upward, she took in his long, straight nose before finally landing on a sight that made her breath catch in her throat.

Piercing jade eyes stared back at her, surrounded by longer lashes than any man had the right to possess. They were swollen and red, and it was obvious that he had been crying. She had never felt like more of an intruder than she did in that moment, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

He looked tragic… and broken… and heartbreakingly beautiful.

Bella suddenly remembered Mrs. Cope mentioning the lovely young man who had taken the other key. Well, if that isn’t the understatement of the fucking century!

“I’m sorry,” she whispered after managing to find her voice. “I didn’t know anyone was still up here. Mrs. Cope said she thought you had left.” He said nothing, but continued to stare at her as if he could see into her soul. Feeling the need to fill the awkward silence, Bella began rambling about whatever came to her mind. “Were you thinking of taking the apartment?” She glanced around the room. “It’s a bit of a dump, to be honest, but it has potential.”

When he still didn’t answer, she walked back into the kitchen, hoping to give him a moment to collect himself. It wouldn’t stop her mouth, though, which made no sense to her because she spent most of her time avoiding contact with everyone. “These cabinets aren’t too bad,” she called out, opening and closing doors. “There’s not much counter space, though.”

She went back into the living room and began critiquing the space, wondering to herself the entire time why she couldn’t just shut the fuck up. Because you want to hear him speak to you. You want to know if his voice is as beautiful as the rest of him. Spinning around slowly, she pointed out what furniture might look good where, and nearly jumped when she turned back around to find that he was standing in the bedroom doorway watching her.

“Any idea what she’s charging for this place?” Bella whispered. Christ, he’s tall. “I sort of… forgot to ask.” She blushed deeply, once again unable to look away from him. He simply stared back at her, and when he blinked again she saw a fresh set of tears slide down his cheeks.

Knowing that she had seen, he spun around and went back into the bedroom. Worried that she’d somehow embarrassed him, she followed after him.

Bella crossed the room and propped herself on the window ledge. “Listen… I’m sure you’d love for me to get the hell out of here. Even if you don’t want the place, it’s obvious that you need some privacy.” He grimaced in response to her words but maintained eye contact. “Are you alright?” After what felt like minutes he shook his head slowly. “It’s just that… I would feel terrible if I left here and didn’t at least try to help.” She tried to smile but it felt odd under his scrutiny. After a long pause she took a deep breath and bit the bullet. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yes,” he choked out. Although his voice sounded raw to Bella as if he’d been screaming, she wasn’t surprised to hear the musical perfection behind it.

“What can I do?” She didn’t notice that she had stopped breathing until she needed to speak.

He moved then, slowly walking towards her like a wildcat stalking its prey. The closer he got to her, the more she could feel something growing and tingling, as if an electric current was shooting between their bodies. He didn’t stop until he was right in front of her with his arms on each side of the window, effectively caging her in. He even smells beautiful.

He looked deep into her eyes for almost a minute, allowing the electricity to build between them to a breaking point.

“You can let me fuck you,” he whispered.

Uh, *GULP*.

So Bella, throwing caution to the wind, decides to do something just for herself for the first time in her life. She indulges in a positively scorching affair with a handsome stranger who seems to be dealing with some demons of his own.

This story is pretty much perfect. The lemons are amazingly hot, the characters are very developed outside of the bedroom as well, the plot moves along at a great pace, and did I mention that the sex scenes are some of the best you’ll ever read? Go stock up on extra batteries, because you WILL need them.

Links:

Last Tango in Forks on fanfiction.net

Author AwesomeSauce416 twitter account

AwesomeSauce76 author profile page on fanfiction.net: Check out this page for amazing character and story playlists!

Discuss in the comments if you’ve already been reading this!

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I was first drawn to this story by the title alone. It sounded very intriguing, and I just had to see what it was about. The summary read:

Senator Edward Cullen is the handsome scion of the Cullen family. A playboy’s playboy, he is taken with an intern in his office, Bella Swan. She is untouchable for many reasons, and he’s in a tough re-election battle with Jacob Black. AH,M Adult Content

Um, Senator Edward? Intern Bella? And Jacob is a jerky political rival? Uh, yes please.

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Is that you, Senator Cullen?

Basic plot: Edward Cullen is a senator in Washington with everything  hinging on the upcoming election. Not only is his career depending on this but his family is counting on him too, especially Alice and Rosalie, who have positions on his staff.

Isabella Cullen is a political intern who was attracted to work for Edward’s office based on his politics. Of course, his looks don’t hurt either. Special feelings, especially the ones that happen in the pants, develop, but their relationship is hindered by Edward’s obligations to his position. Obviously, a torrid sexual affair with a young intern who works for him is off limits.

To complicate things, her former boyfriend Jacob Black is Edward’s rival in the election. Finding out who Bella is working for doesn’t make him want to play fair.

Getting updates from this story is always a favorite part of my day. It’s sexy, it’s sweet, and it’s funny. Also, I can’t lie. I love the fact that Jacob is such a nasty villain in this story. It makes it easier to hate his character here, and also that much easier to root for Edward.

If you are interested in some sexy political fluff, please check it out!

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Author Profile on ff.net: Betty Smith

Author Twitter

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Story blog for The Fandom Gives Back

Please let Betty Smith know much you love her story and leave her a review!

I used this gif as an illustration for this fan fic because…well, you’ll see.

This fic is on nearly everyone’s top ten list. It’s actually pretty sad that I haven’t reviewed here already, since it’s one of the best out there. The story line is very unique, and I haven’t seen it done anywhere else.

Short synopsis: Edward is a male stripper, and Bella decides to use him as subject for her psychology thesis.

Let me say that again. Edward. Is. A. Male. Stripper.

Because of that, the potential for cheese is pretty high, but I think some of the best scenes in the story are when Edward’s…uh…routines are being described. For example:

Victoria crossed the red line now and gave me a hard yank on my leash.

It begins.

I fell to my knees and roared hard, pulling backwards slightly, not giving her that much of a real struggle. But we always made it look good.

“Come on, you stubborn little PRICK!” she groaned, struggling and dragging me over the red line now, into public view.

I am now captured vampire, being dragged to my cage to entertain mortal women. Edward is gone now.

“RRRRRRRR!” I growled, bucking back again, slowly being moved towards tables of women, getting closer to human blood.

“Don’t be afraid, ladies. I’ve got him under control.” Victoria announced as she brought me closer. Right away I heard screams, giggles, and cat calls.

“This is our vampire.” Victoria had a little microphone on her lapel as she spoke.

I lunged away and hissed loudly as the human women as they screamed louder, liking me already, it seemed.

“He’s being very naughty tonight.” Victoria groaned, pulling me harder, “And he’s going to be punished by all of us, later tonight!”

Screams, giggles. I crawled reluctantly, struggling a little more.

“But be careful, he bites.” Victoria said with a sexy twang in her voice, getting eager shouts from the customers, “He’s very dangerous so we keep him in his little cage over here.”

I crawled behind her through the tables, and felt a few hands reach out and touch me briefly as I continued my fake struggling. Getting closer to the cage, I made one last attempt at freedom by roaring, leaping up and grabbing a table where three younger girls were sitting. They all screamed as I growled, showing my teeth and clutching their table, looking right at them as Victoria dragged me away by my hair.

“Bad BOY!” Victoria threw me into my circular cage, closing the door as I hissed again at her, my face angry and lethal. I lunged forward at her, reaching my arm through the bars and grabbing her dress as she turned, about to start the show.

Women were howling at us, laughing and cheering as Victoria turned to me, and using the disconnected leash, she whipped my hand until I retreated into my small little cell, growling in slight pain, holding my arm, licking the hurt area as more women roared.

“If you’re good, later, maybe I’ll let you have some friends in there with you.” Victoria threatened me with the leash again while I growled defensively now, showing full teeth, “How about it, girls, who wants to spend a little time in the cage tonight?”

The volume was enough to pop my eardrums out as they all screamed and howled again.

“Alright, ladies!” Victoria went to the main stage now, leaving me in my cage, but that didn’t mean I just stood there, bored. I had to keep playing my part as kidnapped vampire.

The writing in this story makes it all the more compelling, and even though these are pretty unusual circumstances, the story progresses at a pace that feels natural. This Edward is one of the best I’ve ever read in fan fic. You go from being thrilled by him on stage, to really wanting to understand his life and why he ended up in this profession. Some of the descriptions of what he has to endure really makes you feel for him, and I can’t imagine it’s that far off from reality.

Plus, the lemons in this story are pretty juicy. You probably already guessed that, since I’m rec’ing it.

Links:

The Red Line Story link

Author: WinndSinger Profile on FanFiction.net

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Last week, I was searching around for good fics to read (even though I already have an unread list a mile long) when I came across this story on fanfiction.net. The summary written by the author was very intriguing:

An old, dilapidated hospital residing in the outskirts of Forks, WA sits untouched, yet it’s the focus of many tales, including one of a young man who resides there. He’s believed to be either ghost or murderer. But it’s all just tales, right?

Of course, I plunged right in.

I finished all the chapters up of this story (there were 14 when I started) in about an hour and half. I could not stop reading this. This is so unlike anything I’ve read before, and I just HAD to know what was going to happen.

Summary: Bella’s friends convince her to go with them to the abandoned spooky hospital to look for the ghost rumored to haunt the place. When she is separated from the rest of the group, she is confronted by a beautiful green eyed man (the “ghost”) who is too frightened to speak to her, or even come near her. Bella knows she should tell someone about the boy living alone, but she is intrigued about where he came from, why he’s there, and what happened in his past to completely him.

I have never been more disappointed that a fic wasn’t finished by the time I found it. An update came today and even though I had pee like a racehorse, I read the entire chapter before I went to the bathroom.

Just a warning though. This story is totes angst central. This story contains remembrance of some abuse, so if that kind of stuff bothers you, then proceed with caution.

There are no lemons yet (Bella has only just now been able to brush fingers with Edward and not have him freak out), but I am optimistic. Plus, the author JMCullen09 has rated her blog for the story with adult content on blogger, so I’m pretty excited. I’m really interested to read the progression of Bella and Edward’s relationship with such a huge hurdle to get over together.

Also, this story happens to have an amazing playlist, so be sure to check that out while you’re reading.

Links:

Story: The_Unaccompanied_Soul

Story blog: The Unaccompanied Soul.blogspot.com

Story playlist: playlist/19526825995/standalone

Author fanfiction.net Profile: JMCullen09

Author twitter: JMC_09

If you love this story (and I know you will!) please leave the author some feedback in her reviews, or blog comments, or on twitter

LOLTASTIC UPDATE: So our ads in the sidebar usually coincide with whatever content is posted. The other day when the photos of Bella’s engagement ring were posted, wedding and ring ads were all over the place.

Now that I’ve posted something with “fan fiction” in the title, when I went to see if the post looked ok, there is a google ad saying, “Fan Fiction readers: Check out this dating site just for Geeks!!”.

I laughed my ass off.