And then, as the room went black, I was suddenly hyperaware that Edward was sitting less than an inch from me. I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than I already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me. - Twilight, Chapter 11
He glanced over at me and smiled, and I thought maybe he was thinking something similar. Maybe he wanted to touch me… or be touched by me. When he turned his smoldering eyes back to the TV, I gathered my courage and reached under our table and started stroking his knee. He flinched instinctively and glared at me, but I kept at it, slowly moving up his thigh. As I rubbed Edward’s leg I became overwhelmed with desire. Edward kept his eyes on the TV, occasionally glancing down at what I was doing. Did he know what I was feeling? Could he feel my heart racing? Did his enhanced senses allow him to feel the ache trembling deep between my thighs? Did vampires get hard? I was about to find out. As my hand neared his crotch he let out a soft moan, which he quickly covered with an embarrassed cough. Mr. Banner glanced over at us and frowned. Just as I was about to touch his most sensitive spot, I felt Edward’s cold icy palm on my hand, stopping me from going further. “Bella, no..” he whispered, peeling my hand off his thigh. I was chagrined. “After class? Skip class with me. Please?” I whispered, still feigning to watch the video in front of the class. Mr. Banner once again looked over at us, scowling and clearing his throat loudly. I’d been planning on skipping the horrors of gym class & volleyball anyway. I was going to cut school for the rest of the day and head over to the public library. Suddenly the dull plans I had made were replaced by visions of Edward and I in the dewy meadow, exploring and pleasuring one another…finally. Edward looked over at me with his smoldering topaz eyes. “Yes,” he said with a crooked smile, just as the bell rang.
Sex Machine In the year 2029, bio-mechanical engineer, Bella Swan, has created the perfect machine for Whitlock Robotics. Masen can be anyone or anything you desire… but who does Bella want her Masen to be? B/E M for Lemons/Language
This is a good story, short & sweet.
Fic in which dominatrix Bella is doing some kinky stuff to Edward.
Anonymous Confession #220: “I don’t get how Bella and Edward had sex with him on top. His body is like marble so he must weigh a ton, right? It would crush her hips and pelvis for him to fuck her missionary style like they showed in BD.”
Anonymous Confession #218: “Sometimes i feel like Edward is gay for dating Bella and Bella is lesbian for dating Edward!”
“I want to show you where he lives,” I said, turning down one of the more destitute streets in this neighborhood of ruined houses and overgrown vacant lots. He was close by. I could pick up the tone of his thoughts even at a distance. I tried not to listen too closely.
Bella’s eyes lit up. “You’ve picked one for tonight, then?” she asked, taking the last sip of her coffee. “Yes. He’s one of the worst of the worst. Doesn’t just rape, he kidnaps and tortures them, too,” I said. “His backyard… they’re buried there when he’s done with them. 9 shallow graves. Some smaller than the others.” Bella’s joy turned to anger. “He does this to.. children too?” she asked, her voice shaking. “His youngest victim was 11,” I say, as I park the car down a pothole-ridden alley between a boarded up crackhouse and an abandoned shopping center. “His house is just around the corner from here.”
I felt the rage burning inside of Bella. Her reaction to my words was physical, her stomach turned, her chest tightened. I knew she’d like nothing more than to help me kill this guy, or do it all by herself- slowly and painfully. She felt very strongly about what we were doing. Did she know how I felt? Did she know I didn’t really care? Maybe it’s better that way. Let her think I’m some sort of vigilante, a comic book antihero brought to life- so to speak. This isn’t a personal cause for me, though. The human victims of my prey never interested me, and I had always tried to tune out the more gruesome details. In truth, I just enjoyed hunting other hunters. They’re scum- nobody comes looking for these guys, which suits me just fine. I suppose in a way I was contributing something to society as well. I was performing a function nobody else was willing or able to. I knew who the monsters were, and I erased them. That was incidental to my main purpose of keeping myself fed, of course, but if it made Bella feel good…
“I can’t wait, Edward,” Bella said finally after a moment of awkward silence, her petite hands balled into fists. “I can’t wait to watch him die.”
Anonymous Confession #163: Edward and Bella are soulmates. Hate them or love them, they belong together.
Anonymous Confession #160: “I can’t wait for vampire sex in the next movie.”
