ID Video!

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here's the link to other videos she's done: Jaime's blog

Thanks Jaime!!! MUAH!!!!

Chapter Six: Heat

Something takes a part of me
You and I were meant to be
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me

Freak on a Leash - Korn

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Desk Daydreams

Edward donned only in a loosely fitted tie, his toned, naked body hovering above me as he splayed me across his desk, my hair fanning over the edge, his fingers creating delicious goosebumps across my skin . Random files fluttered to the ground as he propped my feet over his shoulders, his teeth nipping at the fleshy part of my ankles. Reaching for his tie, I smiled in pleasure, watching it tighten around his neck, forcing his perfected face towards mine, my lips eager and waiting for his own.

Improper Notetaking

Sighing, I looked down at my memo pad to view the notes I had taken.


Miami Heat vs. Chicago Bulls
Ball goes in hoop.
Very important game
Lots of tattoos on players.


Quite honestly this was useless. It seemed as if the more the players scrambled around the court, the more my mind started to wander. I was everywhere but the game. I was with Jacob in his office, his angered face causing me to cower. I was with Alice in the courtroom, her brutal words desperately trying to win my case, while her eyes flirted with the judge. I was with Cynthia in our small cubicles, her face grimacing in horror as I exposed my secrets.

Most of all I was with him...

Tied Up

Feeling a bit forceful, I pushed Edward down onto the plush cushions, his hands desperately clawing for me as he fell. Gazing at him from under my lashes, I sauntered towards him. My shirt was open, my breasts on full display. Licking his lips, he began to loosen his tie.

"Keep the tie on," I ordered, surprised by the tone in my voice. 

 Couch Confessions

Reaching under my skirt, I pushed my thong to the side. Before he had time to react, I slammed down on him, letting him fill me completely.

"Fuck..." he cried as he threw his head back..

"Do you like that, Edward? Do you feel me all around you? Do you feel the affect you have on me?" I breathed out in between pound after pound. His hands tried to get a steady grip on my hips but I was working too quickly for him to grasp what was happening. I suddenly felt empowered; strong and needy. I would take what he would give and demand for more. 

"Ungh, Bella. It's... it's the same for me. You... ungh... the same." He managed to muster up.

Peep Show

"You wanted me to finish what I started Bella? Well, it started here against the window for all of Miami to see. Let them see you my little voyeur, let them see you."

He spread me as he had before, my hands wide against the glass, my legs spread just as wide; open and waiting for him.

"You're wetter than you normally are Bella, why is that? Are you hotter knowing that people could be watching us? Yes, that must be it," he said as he slammed back into me.

"Shit!" I gritted out through my teeth and slammed a hand against the glass. This was the point of no return. I'm sure at least someone out there had noticed the activities going on in this suite, but I just did not care.   

Chapter 6 Teaser

Spinning me once again, my back now pressed firmly against the glass, he suddenly began to assault my neck, his warm lips littering my skin with fire. I was frozen in place, however I couldn’t help but to release a slight pleasurable moan as his tongue danced from my throat to the soft spot of my lobe, ending his trail with a soft nip from his teeth. His hands snaked up the side of my blouse, my breaths becoming erratic and exceptionally unsteady. My head started to spin once again as his fingers smoothly unhooked a few of the blouse’s buttons, my mind not able to form a coherent thought. He seemed to relish in this, taking longer on each button than he had the last. 

“Edward,” I breathlessly whispered, my insides battling between a war of pleasure and corruption. “This has to stop.”

A low protest formed in his chest. “Fuck that. We’re not stopping,” he ground out as he continued his invasion of my body.

I wanted him to continue; I needed him to continue, but I knew better. “No, seriously, it’s too risky. There’s… there are too many people. Anyone can see…”

Grabbing my wrist, he pulled them above my head, the strain sending a slight surge of delicious pain through my body as he pinned me further to the glass. I tried to break myself from his grasp, but he was too strong and suddenly I became much too weak under his spell to continue to challenge him.

His gaze flickered to my eyes momentarily before landing on my nearly exposed chest. Lowering his head, his teeth began nipping at the last hooked button. A loud gasp escaped my mouth as his tongue teased my lace covered breasts, his grip at my wrist tightening with each pass.

“This ends when I say it ends, Bella.”

A True Friend Is Rare.

Hello loves. It's been a minute. TOO long of a minute. It feels good to be back. The next chapters are in the final stages of being sent the beta, so hopefully depending on her sched, we might be posting next week. Be prepared for quite a bit of changes to the story! Swan and I are anxious to finish this bad boy. Ahem speaking of bad boy, I heard round' the bush Miamiward and Irreconcilable Differences have gotten nominated for quite a few things. Big kudos and thank you to all who nominated us, it means so much!

Swan isn't even aware I'm writing this post, and to be quite honest she's probably going to kick my ass when she realizes it's here, but I really don't give a hoot.

Quite a few of you have been wanting to know what's been going on .. and I have a wee bit to get off my chest too :)
A week after our last post, my husband went into the hospital with what he thought was (and was being told by doctors) acid reflux. On May 20th they admitted him into the hospital after running several blood tests, and finding out his condition was a little more severe than what they had orginally thought. By 6pm the tests came back to reveal he had pancreatitis. Friday morning, I went to work hoping to get through the day as quickly as possible, not thinking my life was about to be turned around more than it had been. I got laid off due to corporate downsizing and on the way back to the hospital in tears I called Swan. By the time I had gotten back to the hospital, the doctors had pulled me aside, telling me my husbands condition was worse than they had expected. His condition was Necrotizing Pancreatitis (I could go into some heavy duty explaination here, but I'll just say it's where your pancreas decides it just wants to 'eat' itself). As if that wasn't bad enough, his kidneys and liver were starting to fail.

Within hours and without any explaination Swan was at the hospital. (We live approx 5 hours from eachother) When others cringed at his sickness (pancreatitis is not pretty by any means), Swan just sat in his room, cracked jokes and made him smile.

By Saturday morning the doctors were telling us to prepare for funeral arrangements, that he was in renal failure, his pancreas was basically finished, and his white blood cell count was off the charts, much too high to control. They told me his only chance was to have him transferred to a more sufficient hospital, or basically watch him die within days.

Saturday we transferred to one of the largest hospitals in the area, by Saturday night they had induced coma, in which he remained for nearly 2 1/2 weeks. During this time his heart had stopped several times, eventually leading them to put in a temporary pacemaker. He had to go through 6 rounds of dialysis to restart his kidneys. He had interal bleeding into his stomach cavity and was given 8 units of blood. He went into respiratory failure and had to have a full tracheostomy. He also have a severe case of pneumonia and a collapsed lung. (Basically anything shitty that could have happened .. happened.)

The hubs spent a total of 50 days in the hospital. He is at home now, and is doing well, however we still have a long road. He is due for surgery in October and will spent another week or so in the hospital, before he is released to rest at home again. Another month or two of recovery at home .. and then hopefully we will be home free afterwards.
I can't even express in words how much Swan means to me. During the hubs stay in the ICU, overnight accommodations weren't the best. She slept right next to me on the hard floor and more often than not we were lucky to get a few hours of snooze time here and there. She wouldn't complain when we would go to bed at 4am and the hospital staff would turn on the lights at 7am. We were running on cafeteria food and tons of coffee. She would drive me back and forth to the hospital, and sometimes we'd stay for several days at the hospital without returning to my home. Taking a shower in the hospitals 'special' rooms were weird .. and gross. Instead of bitching, she would just laugh.

During the day while I was back in the hubs room, sometimes for hours, Swan would sit outside in the waiting room. I can't even begin to tell her how big of a comfort it was just to know she was there. There were nights when I would come from his room puffy faced and teary eyed and without word Swan would understand.

They always say when you go through hard times your true friends stick by your side. I've lived 27 years on this earth and I don't think I have ever found a more true friend than Swan. She's perfect, beautiful on the inside and out. I can't even begin to thank her for everything she's done for me. She continues to amaze me and I'm so thankful she was brought into my life. (Thank you to my sexy Rob Patt for 'introducing' us!) She's beautiful, inside and out. I am lucky to call her a friend. Someday I can only hope to be there for her as much as she has for me.

I <3 you always. Much love BBs.
See you in Miami loves!
-AnonyCullen.

Read Along!

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Outtake

It's a pretty RAW cut.  Full of Cullen's comma whoring issues and maybe a few other errors, but enjoy.   We're trying to get these out as quickly as possible to you and thought you might enjoy another outtake in the meantime!

"Money, so they say.

Is the root of all evil today."

Pink Floyd - Money

EmPOV

She danced over him, his fingertips gliding over her toned stomach, her hair fell in waves over their faces. Her hands adorned with brightly colored, plastic fingernails, pushed his head between her naked, fake breasts. His lips creased in an overly obnoxious smile as she climbed into his lap, her covered heat grinding against his leg.

Taking a slight swig of my draft beer, I chuckled and turned my head slightly, looking into a set of familiar eyes.

"And just what the fuck are we doing here?" I barked over the loud music, grinning as Mike left his seat, the stripper guiding him by his hand like some sick, sad little puppy through the horribly obnoxious, lighted stripclub.

Edward grinned, leaning further back in his chair, smirking as a few of the dancers passed by, waving and giggling like schoolgirls. ''Best happy hour in Miami," he smiled, taking a drink of his bourbon.

I nodded my head in response, the loud music starting to become irritating in my ears. "Why didn't you think to invite Whit?"

"He's busy. Fucking a tornado... or something," Edward chuckled as a small blonde woman climbed into his lap, his hands grabbing her hips, guiding them to create the friction I assumed he desired.

"What?"

I watched as he took another hefty gulp of his drink. He seemed to take his time indulging in the auburn liquid, smiling as the woman leaned down, running her tongue slowly across his upper lip. Waiving a nonchalant hand towards me, he continued with his escapades. "I don't know. I don't get involved in his personal matters."

I let out a hearty laugh. Who did he think he was kidding?  "Are you serious, man? He's one of your best friends and you're going to sit here and tell me you don't get involved in his life? You expect me to believe that?"

Edward sat there, shifting uncomfortably as the woman bent over him, her full cheeky flesh within inches of his face. Even with obvious distraction and the terrible lighting in the club, I could tell something was on his mind. Regardless, it didn't give him an excuse to act like an asshole.

"You know Ed, he told me the way you treated his girl on the boat the other night. Not cool man," I shook my head, "Not fucking cool. I'm just sorry I wasn't there to intervene and put you in your place. Sounds like you need a good ass kicking these days."

In my mind I tried to sort out what could possibly be disturbing him. True, he had been working more than his usual hours, but that wasn't abnormal for Edward. His social life had seemed to be taking a dive lately, other than the paparazzi and Tanya's vulgar friends, he rarely had anybody to confide in. However he knew he could always confide in me; his brother. Edward was a difficult specimen. I would never push him to divuldge information he wasn't ready to share, however if he kept acting like a bonifide asshole ...well, fuck. Then I was going to start pushing.

"Don't start with me Em. It's not my fucking fault Jasper can't control his little peons he likes to associate himself with. Besides, she's the opposing lawyer in court, and that's just all sorts of fucked up," he managed to blurt out right as the dancer smothered him yet again.

I stared at him. Edward had always been a little cocky around the sleeves, it was just his nature. Living in Miami didn't help this matter. However lately, he had been different. His hits had been a bit more personal.

"Dude... what the fuck has gotten into you?"

He responded, not even looking at me. Focusing on the floozy grinding on top of him instead. "What do you mean what the fuck has gotten into me? When did it become a crime to get a little action in my life?"

"It's not a crime man, but Jesus... you've been walking around acting like a complete cocksucker. I don't even know who you are anymore."

Chapter 5: Trash

"Sex SEX Sex

...And don't forget the violence."

Marilyn Manson - This Is The New Shit

Jury of Dreams

Edward suddenly leaped from his chair, banging it against the bench pew behind him.  "Permission to approach the bench, Judge Whitlock?"
The Judge sighed, adjusting in his seat before answering.  "Permission granted."
Edward walked toward me, his smile cruelly burning through my exterior.  He didn't stop when he approached the wooden stand, instead he stepped up the few stairs to stand right next to me in the small area.
"Bella," he breathed, grabbing my chair and spinning it towards him.  Leaning into me, his breath came in hot wisps across my face, the familiar smell of my many trysts rushing excitedly to pool at my center.  "Judge Whitlock would like to know what you've done.  I think you should answer him, Mrs. Newton," Edward breathed, leaning closer.

Unsettling Texts

Office.  10AM. 

     J. Black

I looked at the clock; it was nearly eight thirty in the morning… on a Saturday.  This worried me.  Granted, Jake occasionally would stop in the office on the weekends, but it was always by himself; he would never think to call any of his employees in unless they had been previously scheduled.  Plus, Jake wasn't one to text, hell he wasn't even one to email.  Even with his job as head editor, he seemed to be constantly repelling technology.  A good old fashioned call from Jacob usually suited his standards, so needless to say a text from him, had hundreds of butterflies taking flight in my stomach.

                                  

Breathtakingly Beautiful

 I liked to think I was pretty lucky when it came to an office space.  The Miami Times is located on the 30th floor of a gorgeous scraper amidst the city's skyline.  Granted, my cubicle was small but I had insanely gorgeous views of Miami.  However, Edward's office was a sight to be reckoned with.  His walls were professionally painted in darker shades of grey that accompanied the lighter shade in the main rooms.  Instead of marble, his floors boasted a beautifully shined teak wood.  His furniture was sleek and seamless, glass accented with darker shades of carved wood.  Black and white photos just like the ones in the main entry way graced his walls, however these were of old wooden docks, each decrepitly beautiful.  The obvious focal point of the room was the floor to ceiling glass window panes that completed his back wall.  A window full of palm trees, the soft sand of the beach, and blue waves crashing into the shore nearly one hundred feet away took my breath away.  Between the natural light of the sun and the darkness of the walls, the whole look was quite melodramatic; quite captivating.

 Heated Exchange

"What the fuck are you doing here?  Come to ruin my marriage in front of my wife?  Just because yours isn't working doesn't mean you have the right to destroy mine!  You're lucky I got her out of here when I did,” Edward yelled at me, his chest heaving between breaths.

 

Near Freedom

I spun on my heel and hurried myself towards the exit, towards freedom.  I didn't want to run, to give myself away.  I had to get away from him, but tried to keep myself in check.  I couldn't be certain, but I thought I heard something hit the ground behind me, however I kept moving forward.  Suddenly, a firm grip wrapped around my arm and I was thrust into a small room mere feet away from the outside world.

Marked Skin

Mustering up as much force as I could, I pushed my arms against him, shoving him completely from my body.  In a sudden fit, I grasped at his shirt, ripping it open as hard as I possibly could, his surprised expression, nearly sending me into a fit of giggles.  Harshly slapping my palms on his chest, I slowly dragged my nails down his muscled abs, watching as he grimaced.  His sun-kissed skin plumped as my nails left their marks; I smiled, more than pleased.  He sucked in a quick breath and a low moan escaped from the back of his throat.  "Tell me, Mr. Cullen, how does that feel?"

Obnoxious Tugs
Edward moaned as he caught me eyeing him, suddenly grabbing my wrist and pulling my hands away from his throbbing cock.  I wanted to whimper at the loss of touch, but was too excited for what was to come.  He quickly spun me around, placing my arms against the door.  Covering them for a moment with his own hands, his hot breath trailed on my neck.  With a slight shift he pushed his dick into the small of my back, grinding into the back of me.  I groaned at the friction, but desperately needed more.  Slowly, he dragged his hands down my arms, grazed the side of my breasts, and pulled on my shirt with an obnoxious tug.  What little buttons he hadn't managed to undo earlier pinged across the room, his teeth nipping cruelly at my exposed shoulder, his hands roughly unclasping my bra, harshly cupping at my chest.

Angered Thrusts

Feeling a slight bit of anger, I pushed my ass further into him, eliciting a mound of profanities from his lips.  Before I even had time to process what was happening, he pulled my tight pencil skirt up as far as he could, the sound of ripping material filling the small room.  Pushing my soaked panties to the side, he waivered for a moment, his breath deliciously heavy against my shoulder.  With a sudden force, he thrust inside of me, pushing all the way to the hilt, slamming me into the door.

 

Tainted Marriage

My marriage certificate was covered in him.
He had pulled out of me just as he was about to come, finishing over my file, his residue smearing not only mine, but Mike's signature as well.
What.  The.  Fuck?