Saturday, July 30, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The main character is Mike and I think that's awesome because Mike gets a lot of hate in the fandom and I don't think he's so bad. Mike is a superstart in Forks... he's the best at everything he does, popular, good looking, the whole package except that he lets Eric do homosexual things to him even though he is disgusted by himself afterward and swears he can't be gay
He pushes himself so hard to be the best football player he can be and no matter how hard he works, his dad pushes him harder and is so mean to him. His dad is a Grade-A douchebag and not only is he emotionally abusive but he's also physical about it.
Mike is going through so much more than any high school senior should have to go through and he's handling it like a hamp. Then there's Edward and Jasper who have Mike in a frenzy; he's so attracted to them he can't stand it.
There's so much going on in this story and I think you'll love it if you give it a chance, although it's quite angsty and you may need the tissues in a spot or two. The pairing is listed Mike/Edward for those who were wondering and I honestly can't wait to see where the author is heading with this!
Let's get a sneak peek into this fic shall we?
With the beginning of school came my new routine. It would still involve dinner with my parents, a nightly run, and practicing out in the yard with my dad. It was getting late, so I grabbed my bags and headed home, making one pit-stop along the way.
I sent a text to both my parents, telling them that I'd stayed late and that I'd be home in a half hour.
The house was pretty average. It, along with most things in Forks, hadn't changed in all the years. I was wound up pretty tightly. My head was spinning because of my poor performance on the field today. I'd have to give a report to my father and I could only imagine what he'd have to say about it.
Ms. Yorkie let me in with a smile and I went up to Eric's room. I usually stopped by three or four times a week during the school year. Eric was smart and he was good at all things academic.
He smiled widely as he let me into his room. Looking over at his desk, books were open all over the place. We didn't have any homework, it was only the first day of class. He was a nerd; a dork, as evidenced by his sci-fi posters. Most guys would have half-naked chicks or sports figures on their wall. He had a life-sized cut-out of Anakin Skywalker.
"Hey, Mike," he greeted softly. It was the same every time.
"What are you working on?"
"SAT prep and getting a head start on the course work for the year. The senior reading list is quite advanced."
"I know," I said, casually, moving closer to his desk. "I'm half-way through it. What'd you think of The Portrait of Dorian Gray?"
"You mean The Picture of Dorian Gray?"
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."
"I thought it was—"
I didn't give a shit what he thought about it. We both knew why I was really here. "I thought it was gay," I said, cutting him off.
"Well, Oscar Wilde was—"
"Shut the fuck up, Eric," I demanded softly, my hands moving to the fly of my jeans. For a moment, there was a hurt look that passed over his features, but then it shifted as soon as my pants were unbuttoned and my hard dick was pushing out against the fabric of my boxer-briefs.
He was on his knees before me, tugging my pants and underwear down my hips before enveloping my dick with his mouth.
Eric liked doing this for me. It felt fantastic. He'd gotten really good at giving head over the past year. He did this thing where he hummed as I fucked his mouth. The vibrations traveled up my spine and his fingers played with my balls as the head of my cock met the back of his throat. He gagged, but not nearly as much as he
And he fucking swallowed my entire load.
Afterwards, I tucked myself back in, but didn't look at him. Like always, things were awkward and after a while, he asked, "How was practice?"
"It was shit," I answered.
"You don't have to tell your dad, you know? He'll never know how you did."
"Shut the fuck up, Eric," I said, not really putting much feeling behind the sentiment. "He and Coach are buddies. He'll fucking know if I don't tell him exactly what happened." I moved to his desk again and picked up his prep book. "You taking in it October?"
"Hey, Mike," he started cautiously and I felt my insides tighten. "Do you think maybe next time…maybe next time you could—"
There was no need to hear him out. "No." My voice was strong and disgusted. "I'm not gonna stick my dick in your ass, homo." He looked so bewildered, but I wasn't going to entertain the thought. "I'm not gay, Eric."
Wow, instense right? Yeah, it really really is, but it's so worth the read! So take a chance and head over to the fic and get started, you won't regret it!
I'll be back next week, same time, same place with a new rec for you all!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
So grab a drink and enjoy!
“Fate Has Brought Us Here” by Cullen818: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4980237/1/
“Love Will Keep Us There” by Cullen818: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5083900/1/
“Hope Will Bring Us Home” by Cullen818: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5406164/1/
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Edward had been so wrong. There was a god, and he clearly cared about vampires. Enough to send destruction to her door step, just as requested. What would she have to do, she wondered, to get him to attack instead of just yell?
She watched carefully as the man, or thing, or whatever it was, continued to pace back and forth. He was spitting in his anger now, and she thought fleetingly that he looked more than a bit like a rabid dog...rabid dog...that stirred some thought, deep in her memory...
She didn't have time to complete the thought - even with her vampire brain - because the thing was finally screaming a word she understood. "OUT. OUT. OUT!" he screamed, gesturing at the cave opening behind him. And then, much more quickly than he had appeared, he was gone with almost vampire-like speed.
"Well," said Alice. "At least she's not starving any more. Maybe she'll start moving around more now, and give us some idea of where she's at..."
"What was he saying? There at the end? Could you understand what he was saying?" Jasper asked, eager to have any information that could help them.
Alice looked at Carlisle and finally smiled, "Thanks to Carlisle's paranoia, yes, I got a fair bit of what he was saying once he switched to Russian. Looks like those lessons finally came in handy, 'Dad'."
The others chuckled, too. During the Cold War, Carlisle had insisted they all learn Russian. Just in case. There'd been several instances when Alice's visions had been extremely blurry about the outcome of various situations and Carlisle thought it was best to be prepared for anything. It had been language lessons that they'd rarely, if ever, had a chance to put to good use. The Soviet Union had always been low on their list of places to visit for a variety of reasons, in spite of its varied hunting opportunities.
"And?" Jasper finally asked, the impatience of all of them reflected in his voice.
"Well, he was just asking if she was all right, if she was lost, if she needed help. That sort of thing." While she spoke, she quickly sketched, the image of the man in her visions quickly appearing on the paper Rosalie had slid in front of her on the table.
"Hmm... Just looks like a typical hiker to me. No hints in what he's wearing. Well, it's obviously not winter, wherever she is – he's wearing shorts. No way of knowing when the vision is for, though, is there?" Carlisle asked Alice, looking hopeful.
Alice shook her head. "No. It could be now, it could be next week, it could be next month. I suppose it COULD be next year, but I usually don't see this random sort of thing THAT far out. I think we could safely assume, for now, that it is THIS summer. Which puts her in the northern hemisphere. Somewhere where the people would try several languages, other than English, to communicate – including Russian. Though I'd like to point out it wasn't his first language choice."
"Hmmm..." Carlisle said, looking thoughtful.
"Well, I hope we figure out where she is quickly," Esme said, still looking slightly horrified by what Alice had just seen. "So we can go get her before she slips again."
The Cullen’s come up with a plan to go find Bella, but trouble unfolds when the Volturi send a guard member to destroy the relationship between Jasper and Alice. Jasper leaves to go find Bella in the Russian wilderness and runs into trouble as he looks for her in the form of werewolves, thought to be extinct.
When Jasper finally catches up with Bella, they head west towards Italy, and the attraction towards each other heats up. The closer they get to their destination, the closer these to get to each other. After another run in with the werewolves, Jasper and Bella hide out and keep each other warm, if you catch my drift. When they finally meet up with the Cullen’s in Romania and discover the true nature of the events that have passed, The Cullen’s are still handling the aftermath of Bella’s trauma and the effects it has on her. When the Volturi come to Romania to eliminate the problem once and for all, things come to a head.
This story is quite captivating, with a plot that will have you flying by the edge of your seat. If you want more of this amazing couple, you should go check out the sequel to Running, titled Chaotic Dynamics. It’s just as thrilling and as captivating.
So grab a drink and enjoy!
“Running” by MerinaGreen: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5613495/1/
Monday, July 11, 2011
This week I bring you a very interesting fic and I’m not sure if it’s a good interesting or a bad interesting...I think it’s going to depend on the person. See, I’m one of those people who watches a movie and gets embarrassed for the character who is making a complete ass of him/herself and this fic had many moments where I had to clap my hands over my eyes and go, “Oh my GOD, HARRY STOP TALKING NOW!”. That being said, I really enjoyed it because it took slash in a new and unique manner for the HP fandom.
From the author...
Draco has a secret, and Harry is determined to find out what it is.
Here is a little taste of the fic...
Smith glared at him. “I’m not stupid,” he said. “Look, Potter, don’t take it out on me that you can’t get Malfoy to fuck you.”
Harry returned his glare. “This doesn’t have anything to do with Malfoy; I’m just asking you and that dim-witted partner of yours to do your jobs.”
“Wow,” said Smith, buttoning his scarlet robe with a scowl. “Maybe I should try to convince Malfoy to fuck you. You’ve been a bastard for days.”
“Malfoy’s the bastard,” Harry grumbled.
They started walking down the hall to Kingsley’s office. Harry nodded good morning to the trainees as they jogged past on their way to the gymnasium.
“Malfoy’s a bastard to all the people who try to date him,” said Smith. “Always has been. Ask Parkinson.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “‘Ask Parkinson,’ yeah right. We’re best friends, didn’t you know?”
Smith shrugged. “Just a suggestion. Ignore it if you want. All I know is that Pansy knows something.”
“And why he’s a bastard.”
This is definitely an NC-17 story, there is graphic sex and plenty of it. There is also a minor squick factor for SOME people and without ruining the story I will tell you that there is NO blood play/gore, scat, BDSM, bondage, dom/sub, mpreg, underage or without consent (as I know that those can be triggers for some people). The squick factor is really minor, it may not bother you at all. Promise.
As usual, leave some love on the story if you enjoy it and drop me an email if you think of a story you’d like to see rec’d on here, even if it’s your own! firstname.lastname@example.org
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
I'd seen his picture before. Everyone in Chicago knew Edward Cullen, owner and CEO of Mason Industries.
I'm pleased to say that the pictures I'd seen didn't do the man justice. His skin was pale, but not in an unhealthy way, just pale enough to set off the deep green of his eyes and the breathtaking bronze of his hair. Hair that begged you to run your fingers through it. To grab on and pull those lips to your own. And his fingers tapped methodically on his desk. Long, strong fingers. I felt my knees go weak just thinking about what those fingers could do.
I made myself remember where I was. And why.
Across from me, Edward gave the faintest of smiles. Could he read minds?
But he was talking again. "I'm not interested in why you chose to come here or what your background is. If I chose you and you are agreeable to my terms, your past won't matter." He picked up those papers again and ruffled through them. "I know what I need to know from this report."
We stood in silence for several long minutes.
"You have no training," he said. "But you're very good."
I felt my face heat.
"Ah," he said. "The one response you can't hide. I think I rather like it."
Silence again as he stood and walked to the large window behind his desk. It was full dark now and I could see his reflection in the glass. Our eyes met and I looked down.
"And I rather like you, Isabella Swan. Although I don't recall telling you to look away."
I could feel my face grow several degrees hotter as I looked back up.
"Yes, I think a weekend test is in order." He turned from the window and loosened his tie. "You will come to my estate this Friday night at six exactly. We will have dinner and progress from there."
He laid his tie on the couch to his right and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. "I have certain standards my subs must live up to. You are to get at least eight hours of sleep every Sunday through Thursday night. You will eat a balanced diet - I will have a meal plan emailed to you. You will also run one mile, three times a week. Twice a week you will engage in strength and endurance training at my gym. A membership will be created for you starting tomorrow. Do you have any concerns about any of this?"
Another test. I didn't say anything.
He smiled. "You may speak freely."
Finally. I licked my lips. "I'm not the most…coordinated, Mr. Cullen. I'm afraid it's hard for me to walk, much less run."
"You must learn not to let your weakness rule you, Isabella." He walked to his desk and wrote something down. "Three times a week you will also attend yoga classes. They have these at the gym. Anything else?"
I shook my head.
"Very well. I will see you Friday night." He held out some papers to me. "This will have everything you need know."
I took the papers. And waited.
He smiled again. "You are excused."
As they work together, feelings develop for each other develop between them, but they both suppress them in order to not to ruin their Dom/Sub relationship. As they play together, they learn things about each other, deepening the feelings between them. As the line between their relationships blurs, it causes problems and nearly destroys them both. But love always prevails, and the couple comes through strong.
With over ten thousand reviews a piece, these stories are well worth your time. These stories are beautifully written, allowing you to fall into your deepest desires. If you want more of these two trying to find the balance between their relationship with each other as lovers and as Dom/Sub, then go check out the sequel, The Training.
So grab a drink and enjoy!
“The Submissive” by tara sue me: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4764216/1/The_Submissive
“The Dominant” by tara sue me: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4918631/1/The_Dominant