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The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Pen Name: GeekChic12
Pairing/Character(s): Edward and Bella
Word Count: 500
Photo prompts can be found here:
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Readjusting the mask obscuring my identity, I smoothed my temporarily-dyed hair and snagged a glass of champagne from a passing server.
This was about the last place I expected to find myself on a random Saturday evening, surrounded by other masked people in a gorgeous house in the Hamptons. Normally I'd be at home, catching up on my DVR and diving into a pint of Java Chip.
But the excitement of it drew me in.
A chance to let go and be someone else for a night.
A chance to get fucked by a stranger in a safe environment.
My nerves hadn't hindered the spike of arousal I'd experienced when I walked through the door.
Sipping my drink, I scanned the room, my eyes landing on a man with dark, almost black hair. It was an artfully chaotic mess on his head. He was much taller than me, his lean musculature showcased by his well-tailored suit.
He spotted me at almost the same time, and before I knew it, we'd found a room together, clothes flying as we made our way toward the bed.
"God, I need to fuck you," he growled.
"That's the idea." I smirked at him, crooking my finger to beckon him forward as I backed myself up on the mattress.
We crashed together, devouring each other's mouths, hands everywhere they could reach.
I wasn't sure if it was the anonymity or something else altogether, but I'd never been so positively hot for someone in my entire life.
We moaned and sucked at each other's skin, our movements frantic.
Once he was inside me, moving in and out, filling me perfectly, it seemed impossible that I'd ever get enough of this man, and I didn't even know who he was.
We fucked for what had to have been hours—on the bed, him on top, on the floor, me on top, against the wall, on top of the desk in the corner, me bent over the bathroom counter, my blue eyes gazing into his brown ones through the mirror. I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me, and he came three times.
As I lay on the bed, thoroughly sated for the first time in my life, I watched as he turned to find his clothes.
I let my gaze travel up his long legs, those muscular thighs having worked so hard all night, over his impeccable ass, and up his lean-muscled back. As soon as I saw the tattoo, I covered my mouth with both hands to contain my gasp.
A trail of brightly colored autumn leaves cascaded down from the top of his shoulder and over his left shoulder blade. A memory flashed in my mind of an eighteen-year-old Edward showing me that exact tattoo after whipping off his hoodie and t-shirt. He was so proud of it, and the leaves were just as beautiful on him as they were swirling around our feet that day.
And here I was, staring at them again…
Yeah... So... Thank you for reading! xoxo
I wasn't sure about taking on this challenge in the beginning, but I'm so glad I did! You all have made it such a fun and rewarding experience, and I'm so thankful to have such wonderful readers. Much love to you all!
Edit: I have tentative plans to expand this one.