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The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Snow White, the Huntsman and the Steamy Bath

Lorna Lopez — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 21:00:23 +0000

WARNING: Aside from being potentially offensive, reading this with a wild imagination may cause undue heart palpitations and wanton desires, so please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

The entrancing vision standing by my open door took my breath away. The legend of her beauty had traveled even to my isolated location in the wood, and beholding her now proved that all of the claims were true.

Her ebony black hair was so dark it rivaled the night that surrounded her tired silhouette. Her snow white skin may have been pale as winter, but it shone with a lustrous sheen that made it as enticing as cream. Her lips were blood red that I wondered inanely how its color will change when smothered with kisses.

I suddenly remembered my manners and gave a slight bow as I opened the door wider. “My lady, you honor me.”

“Huntsman, I apologize for the lateness of the hour, but I must impose upon your hospitality.”

Her husky tone surprised me, which belied her sweet visage, yet sent an immediate heat to my nether regions. I held out my hand, fascinated as her delicate fingers were engulfed within mine as I escorted her in to my modest home. She was a tiny creature, this majestic princess that had been christened Snow White at birth. “All I have is yours, my lady.”

“I have been traveling for days, searching for the sanctuary of your cottage. I– I’m–”

She suddenly collapsed. I barely caught her in time to lead her to the chair and table where my spartan supper of wine, bread and cheese was laid out. I raised the roughly carved wooden cup to her lips, urging her to drink its contents, following it with a morsel of bread, feeding her like a wee one, trying to ignore how her sweetmeat would surround my fingers momentarily, sucking them greedily as she consumed the simple fare, envisioning how her ravenous mouth would travel over my skin, gorging on my aching flesh the same way. My imaginings hardened my sword in readiness to cleave her cleft.

When she seemed to have regained enough strength to feed herself, I abruptly stood and turned toward the hearth to escape her intoxicating spell.

“Wait! Where are you going? I did not give you leave!” The imperious tone was softened by her obvious panic.

I forced a slight smile to my lips. “I thought you might wish to refresh with a bath, my lady. With your permission, I would like to prepare the hot water.”

A becoming pink colored her cheeks, betraying her embarrassment. “That is very thoughtful of you, Huntsman. You have my gratitude.”

I pulled the wooden barrel in front of the fire, stoking the flames higher before commencing on the repetitive tasks of fetching the water from the well, heating it, then pouring the steaming liquid into the makeshift bath, letting the physical labors distract me from my object of lust.

When it was filled with enough water, I gestured to it and said to the waiting princess, “At your leisure, my lady.” When she didn’t move, I hesitantly walked toward her. “Is everything all right, my lady? May I be of assistance?”

Avoiding my eyes, Snow White whispered, “Huntsman, I’m afraid that I cannot lift my arms for tiredness. I must impose on you further by requesting if you can, just for tonight, act as my…my maid.”

A deafening silence met her words. As the interminable quiet lengthened, I brutally summoned the proper response to her request. Hoarsely, I replied, “My lady, it would be my pleasure.”

Gently, I hoisted her to her feet, and guided her hands to the table’s edge to support her wavering limbs. While she was thus positioned, I began untying her laces, attempting not to linger, afraid of what I might be driven to do if I did, roughly pulling at the elegant velvet and silks until she was totally unclothed except for her thin shift.

It was quite debauched, really, having an almost naked, young beauty expose her sweet charms to a fully dressed man, who, by all definitions, had no right to touch her. Yet, there I was, molesting her with my gaze. Before I could be tempted to act on my lewd thoughts, I bent down to carry her in my brawny arms, striding swiftly to deposit her unceremoniously into the hot water, before stepping away to survey my efforts, somewhat relieved when most of her captivating form was now hidden by whorls of steam.

However, my mollification was suddenly interrupted when Snow White tilted her head back, exposing the graceful arch of her neck and her bounteous breasts to my enraptured gaze. The lushness of her beauty was mesmerizing, holding me captive as she lowered her dark tresses into the heated bath, time and time again, saturating the parched strands, the black curtain contrasting with her creamy skin, calling out for me to caress its smooth luster.

This time, I did not resist my masculine urges.

I approached stealthily, grabbing the crude block of soap and setting a stool right behind her. The immersion of my enormous hands in the water made Snow White start. I held up the bar as a mute explanation. I lathered the soap, my actions stirring the water near her chest, causing waves to lap against her snowy roundness, fascinating me endlessly as the water added even more sheen to her skin’s radiance, her dark tips discernible through the fine linen.

My hands throbbed with the need to roughly grab and squeeze. Instead, I poured my frustrations on the hapless bar, distorting its shape before releasing it to the water’s clutches.

I managed to control my primitive urges and settled my meaty paws to encircle her throat, caressing its alluring line under the guise of cleansing her, following the enticing path to her shoulders, before journeying downward, letting the tips of my fingers lightly glide over the mounds that have captured my attention from the very first moment my gaze rested upon them, tracing meaningless routes across the twin shapes like lost wanderers, enjoying the promise of voluptuousness beneath the cloth.

I finally captured her delicate apples, caressing them from their spherical softness all the way to the pointy tips, repeating the sensual exploration numerous times, enjoying her firm, youthful flesh until Snow White was so affected she began to writhe deliciously.

“Your beauty is breathtaking, my sweet. You are the fairest in the kingdom, I warrant. My darling, let me bring you pleasure. Let me serve you in all ways possible.” I was surprised at the endearments spouting from my mouth, never having uttered these words before to any woman in my life. My princess was inspiring me to become some form of depraved knight in shining armor.

My hands wandered even lower, intemperate in their search for her intimate treasures.

She turned toward me, wide-eyed, fully distressed with the improprieties, artless in her realization that the sanctions to ensure her complete chastity have been somehow breached.

I sought to soothe her, lunging to capture her mouth, trying to rein in my hunger so as not to overwhelm the delectable innocent. I alternately clamped on her upper and lower lips, nibbling and sucking the moist morsels between my own until they were rendered a deep rose from my ministrations. I lifted my head, softly running a finger over the swollen tidbits, my earlier question answered as to how she would look when smothered with kisses.

I quelled my conscience, for there was no other recourse but to continue my seduction of the ravishing beauty. “Will you open for your Huntsman, my sweet? Come, my darling. Do not be shy. You know that I will always take care of you.”

My gentle words disarmed the princess, who stared at me with an excited sheen shining in her eyes. Silently, her bent knees, confined in the small space, separated slightly, allowing an invasion of my conquering hands.

I began by delicately tracing the lips of her flower, arousing them to a degree that they bloomed to reveal her female secrets. Hungrily, I used my fingers to pull the petals aside even more, so that my other hand could encourage her ambrosial secretions. Voluptuous excitement filled my mind with libidinous fancies.

I started to play with her nubbin of pleasure, inspiring her loins to gyrate in wanton lust. I breathed into her ear, “Is my sweet princess becoming wicked? Don’t worry, my darling. Your Huntsman is here to service you. I know what you want, sweet baby.”

Snow White licked her lips, shuddering with longing. “Huntsman, I…I…need more. Can you…please…”

I felt her core of ardor beginning to peek shyly out of its hood. I encouraged its engorgement by flicking it repeatedly until the light touches added to her arousal yet did not fully gratify her female desires. Her hips began to undulate, seeking more pressure in her nerve-laden channel. Mewling sounds exited her plump mouth, incomprehensible words begging for more.

“Yes, my sweet. Your Huntsman is here to serve you. Let me in, my darling.” I vigorously pumped my fingers in her softness, extracting keening moans from her mouth as she finally reached her release, her back arching, her hand gripping my own to clamp it tightly between her thighs, clawing the back of it as tremors assaulted her slight frame.

I crooned reassuring words, interspersed with soft kisses as she trembled in her pleasure’s aftermath, patiently waiting for the agitated water to settle back to a flat calm as its mistress settled her head against my chest, content to sleep for now.

Tomorrow would be enough time to cajole from her blood red lips the story of her woes. Rumors have already reached my ears of an insanely jealous queen bent on Snow White’s destruction. I tightened my hold, giving her my allegiance as she innocently gave herself over to my protection.

Photo Credits
Photos Courtesy of RadarOnline.com
Photos: INF

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Robert Pattinson as the Huntsman Originally, I was going to write this as an interlude during one of Rob’s visits to Kristen in the UK. However, inspiration led me elsewhere. Haha!

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Persuading Kristen Stewart to Wear Victoria’s Secret for Christmas

Lorna Lopez — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 16:31:39 +0000

WARNING: Aside from being potentially offensive, reading this with a wild imagination may cause undue heart palpitations and wanton desires, so please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

“You look absolutely lovely…” I whispered hoarsely as Kristen stepped out gingerly from behind the bathroom door.

And so she did. The Victoria’s Secret ensemble that I had managed to cajole her into wearing was a fine piece for her petite frame, mirroring the ones she wore in the Breaking Dawn honeymoon sequences when Bella tried to seduce Edward. Those sexy little nothings gave me the idea to attempt to give Kristen one as a present for Christmas.

My choice had caught my eye on the Victoria’s Secret online display because it featured her preferred colors of black and white; but most of all, because it reminded me of Kristen’s beguiling Balenciaga dress when we premiered New Moon in Madrid.

Photo Courtesy of RadarOnline.com
Photo: Fame Pictures

I still remember that gray and black dress that had driven me daft as we navigated the throng of press and fans. Although a part of me had felt a tinge of anger at the fact that it had see-through black panels that allowed all and sundry to gape at the side of her boob and knickers, I couldn’t keep my hands off her.

The dark mesh panels of the Victoria’s Secret sexy sleepwear reminded me of those sensual, throbbing moments, and had immediately inspired me to order one in her size.

I had given it to her with great trepidation, fearing she would secretly deem it as rubbish and never wear it. When she had agreed to try it on, I secretly heaved a sigh of relief and waited impatiently for her to model it for me.

As she sauntered toward me, I noted absently that Kristen’s lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear anything from the roaring in my ears. Still, I didn’t want to look like a total idiot, so I nodded vaguely to give the impression that I was listening as my eyes drank her in.

Her hips, swaying side to side, captured my attention, with the white ruffles fluttering enticingly with every step, calling out for a hand to rumple them into disarray. I reached out to caress the alluring flounces, pushing them up in one sweep, revealing the black mesh hiding the tantalizing creamy skin underneath.

Courtesy of Victoria’s Secret

My other hand joined the foray, forcefully squeezing the tempting flesh as my paws traced the curves of her waist and hips that were on display through the ebony material, her snowy skin glowing with a smoldering heat, her blood red lips an inviting pucker.

I realized belatedly that Kristen was trying to tell me something, her fingers clawing my chest. I only caught, “Rob, please…”

I replied thickly, “Please… Yes, I will please you…”

I tightened my grip on her waist and flung her on the bed, ogling how her satin mounds bounced with the motions of the mattress, admiring how the padded cups of the Victoria’s Secret ensemble had done a magnificent job of manipulating her malleable beauties together for a mouthwatering cleavage.

Kristen pushed herself up on her elbows and attempted again, “Rob, please…”

I leaned over and crushed Kristen forcefully back on the bed, interrupting her mysterious entreaty with a ravenous kiss, sweeping aside all protests with my hunger to taste her sensuality, plunging my tongue to tantalize her own to duel with mine, imploring the sensitive organ to coil and twist in pleasurable ways.

My hands were immodest beasts that explored her body lecherously through the sexy sleepwear, clutching and pinching indiscriminately all over, from her rounded arms to minuscule waist to slim hips, and every delectable tidbit in between.

I raised my head to whisper heatedly, “Does that please you, baby?” A moan answered me. “Or, maybe it’s not enough.” I gave her another plundering kiss. “Open up for me, baby.” My fingers traced the intimacy of her inner thighs. “C’mon, baby, let me please you…”

To encourage her compliance, I teased the exquisite skin with feathery touches, tracing meaningless squiggles that led me nearer to her feminine treasure, until Kristen allowed my hand to travel higher until it reached the apex of her thighs, where my fingers could finally draw upon her velvety petals, dewy with nectar. “So creamy soft, baby. So lovely.”

I continued to torment her delicate portal with light caresses, watching with rapt fascination as Kristen writhed on the bed with my ministrations, forming sensual curves that encouraged a ferocious assault; yet, somehow, I resisted. My only capitulation was to press my hardness urgently on her hip. I groaned, “Baby, you’re so beautiful.”

I moved my hand higher to stroke her jewel of pleasure; entranced once again as Kristen thrashed in reaction, sinuously arching her back as her orgasm flooded her. I rained soothing kisses on her face as I crooned softly, “Did I please you, baby? Is my baby girl pleased?”

A retaliatory bite on my chest made me yelp in surprise. “What’s that for?”

A lambent glare from Kristen met my reproachful stare. Exasperated, she explained, “I was trying to tell you to please call Victoria’s Secret because there’s something missing.”

I went blank for a moment as I absently rubbed the red marks of her teeth. “Oh! I forgot to order the silk stockings!”

Kristen shook her head. “It’s not the stockings.”

A blazing heat scorched through me. I growled against her mouth, “It doesn’t come with knickers.”

And then I violently captured her lips, sucking the rosy morsels until they became swollen, silently wondering when I could give her her second gift, since the first one went so well. Maybe on Boxing Day. I can’t wait to see Kristen in the racy red baby doll nightie, and how the jingle bells would tinkle ferociously as she writhed uncontrollably from reaching her pinnacle of pleasure. I could only moan in anticipation.

Courtesy of Victoria’s Secret

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Victoria’s Secret Ruffle Garter Slip The black and white Victoria’s Secret ensemble, as modeled by Miranda Kerr, is described on the site as such:

Ruffle late night feathers. Padded push-up cups. Mesh sides. Ruffles at sides and hem. Removable garters. Imported nylon/spandex.

Cheeky Note: So, it really does NOT come with knickers.

Happy Holidays Wherever you are in the world, Happy Holidays!

Boxing Day This is usually celebrated on 26 December.

Breaking Dawn and That Balenciaga Dress This was inspired by the Breaking Dawn honeymoon scenes when Bella was trying to seduce Edward. My choice of Victoria’s Secret sleepwear stemmed from my fascination and amusement with Robert Pattinson’s reaction to Kristen Stewart in that memorable Balenciaga dress.

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Playing Just the Tip with Kristen Stewart

Lorna Lopez — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 17:36:53 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

WARNING: Aside from being potentially offensive, reading this with a wild imagination may cause undue heart palpitations and wanton desires, so please use your own discretion.

Bloody hell! This was more torturous than I had anticipated. I had the mistaken notion that after shooting the horrendous, reminiscing sequence the day before, which had involved partial nudity, the lovemaking scheduled for today would be an easier task, since I could cover Kristen’s petite form with my larger frame. However, I had not accounted for the physical effects of being almost naked while on top of one’s girlfriend to be so, well, hard.

We had foregone the usual protective plastic contraptions over our nether parts, and had opted for ridiculous thongs that would give the impression of nudity. Kristen need not have done so since I, and the sheet, will shield her, but, she knew I would feel like an idiot for wearing the g-string so she had donned one herself to make me laugh, which it did.

However, the laughter was short-lived. Who knew that simulating lovemaking with Kristen would be nearly impossible? Our experience and familiarity with each other’s bodies ought to have made the exercise quite easy, but, in our case, it actually created difficulties. Although we were given free rein with this particular take, our instructions from Breaking Dawn director Bill Condon clearly were: There must be no thrusting nor moaning.

Yet, the sight alone of Kristen’s slender form was enough to trigger an immediate physical reaction from me; and now, the sensation of her writhing flesh under mine inspired my loins to instinctively press against her softness, which only induced more of her maddening motions and my partial insanity.

My member was throbbing, readying itself, ignoring my command to stay down, the cheeky bastard. Yet, I couldn’t fault it totally. All its regular inducements were present: Kristen’s kisses, Kristen’s silky skin, Kristen’s mounds pressed against my chest, Kristen’s impudent hips seeking assuagement…

F—k! My engorged shaft couldn’t be contained by the minuscule underwear and had escaped, seeking gratification in her drenched depths. I attempted to position myself in a safer location, but Kristen’s knees suddenly clamped on my hips, hindering my plan. I glared at her in frustration. My manhood jerked as it sensed the immediacy of the pleasure to be gained by a few inches, and led the way to her rosy tunnel, like a beast seeking prey.

Courtesy of Summit Entertainment

I clenched the headboard to keep from sinking into her feminine core, growling under my breath as her tenacious limbs coiled around my upper thighs to pull me into her cradle, and discovering her center to be bare, the cotton thong pushed to the side with all our movements. Or, maybe she shifted it herself. Whatever the cause, my tenuous hold on my sanity was slowly being blasted to hell!

As her nether lips wrapped around my turgid rod, clasping it with a sweet insistence, I softly moaned into her ear, “Baby, no. We have to stop. This is madness.”

The minx! She was ignoring my pleas! Her pelvis undulated, perilously swallowing my tip repeatedly, her jewel pleasuring itself by rubbing on the textured skin of my bloated pipe, which had absolutely taken full mastery of the sensual happenstance, aggravated by Kristen’s full cooperation.

I tried once more. “Kristen, baby… Stop. Please.”

In response, she squeezed the head. I gasped.

My manhood and my girlfriend were working in connivance against me. There was no doubting it now. I exhaled noisily. What a ludicrous dilemma!

I stared at her, piercingly, trying to tame her into submission, willing her to halt the insanity. It was a closed set, but there was still a number of people about. There were studio lights. Every movement was being recorded by a camera. Our director was watching us closely. We had to stop. Or else…

Or, was I the one who’s mad for not giving in to primal dictates? Was I mad not to thrust wildly into her willing receptacle? Was I mad not to sink into a vat full of pleasure? Was I mad not to entwine myself intimately with Kristen? Was I mad not to surrender?

Kristen threw her head back and moaned.

It was my undoing. The small sound crushed all my reservations, erased all my misgivings, for Kristen needed me.

Until that moment, I had been able to restrain myself, sanctioning only the tip of my rod to be enthralled by her wet heat. With the restraints gone, I slid my massive shaft in her pulsing cleft, every unyielding inch; but I had not totally given in to the madness. My possessiveness allowed a certain modicum of reason, for I had no wish for Kristen to be displayed unnecessarily.

Covetous, full strokes were totally inappropriate, for such would totally reveal our indecent juncture. Instead, I jabbed her clasping flesh with short, forceful thrusts, each one resulting in a sexy moan from Kristen, who seemed to be gripped by a frenzy to reach fulfillment, writhing wantonly beneath me, thrashing her head, oblivious to all civilized behavior.

I wanted to bite her neck, to still her ferocity and somehow bring her back to reality, but I knew the pain would not be enough to wake her from the rapturous haze that she was in. I could only attempt to protect her whilst she took her pleasure.

I knew that there was a huge probability that everything we were doing now would end up on the cutting room floor, but Bill hadn’t said ‘Cut!’ so we continued with the charade that Edward and Bella were on their honeymoon; when, in reality, Kristen and I had somehow subjugated our characters to fulfill a pressing need, a desire so powerful that our professional persona have been cast aside to satisfy personal cravings.

Nevertheless, I strained to remember Bill’s instructions. No thrusting. No moaning. I groaned. We had broken the rules. F—k! Maybe it wouldn’t be so noticeable after editing. The thought somewhat consoled me as I continued to modulate my member from degenerating to an uncontrollable beast.

I needed to change my lovemaking tactics. I had to lessen the thrusting, forward motions.

I kissed Kristen to swallow the arousing sounds that she made, striving for deceptive stillness while surging into her womb, proceeding to alternately flex then grind my hardness in her femininity, with her nubbin of nerves receiving sensual stimulation with every titillating fidget of my shaft.

Once again, Kristen didn’t cooperate. She raised her hips and mewled even more loudly as my staff caressed her sweet walls, digging her fingers sharply into my scalp and shoulders as she convulsed in the small shudders of her orgasm.

Still embedded in her ardent furrow, I showered soft kisses on her panting lips, catching the passionate, bird-like, little cries that escaped her throat as she recovered from her ecstasy.

I was still rock-hard, but I could wait. Bill was surely going to ask for another take. Besides, Kristen was just adorable with a pink blush blooming on her cheeks, a product of passion and a tinge of embarrassment from her loss of control. With a chuckle, I lowered my head to nibble on her luscious lips.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Robert Pattinson Reveals No Thrusting Allowed

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In his interview with Jimmy Kimmel, Rob clarified regarding why the first cut of The Twilight Saga Breaking Dawn Part 1 received an R-rating.

Jimmy : What is the general movement because I’m still having trouble with it?

Rob : This was literally about the movement. So it was kind of about like thrusting. They kept telling you not to move. They almost wanted to have a kind of leash on the back of you so you couldn’t thrust past a certain…. You could literally only like… just the tip or whatever.

Thanks to OK Magazine for the interview’s transcription.

That’s The Ticket And, Rob’s comment gives credence to an earlier post wherein I wrote my opinion about Rob having a double for the honeymoon scene:

Knowing Kristen Stewart and her total commitment to playing her character, Bella Swan, she would have insisted on being on that bed, whether her partner is a double or Robert Pattinson. And, knowing Robert Pattinson and his possessive nature, does anyone honestly think that he would have allowed anyone else but him to be simulating sexual intercourse with his reel and real wife, I mean, girlfriend? Bwahahahaha!!!

Thanks Thanks to ATK readers Karen, Chi and Guinevere for telling me about some shooting details like the granny g-string, etc.

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Kristen Stewart in a White Tee at the 2011 Comic Con

Lorna Lopez — Tue, 26 Jul 2011 08:14:29 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive. Please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

As Kristen passed the end of the hotel bed, I leisurely watched her perky breasts push against her thin white tee. “Wearing that to the panel, babe?”

“Of course not. You know I hate wearing bras.”

Salaciously, I remarked, “Yeah, it would be rather indecent.” Swiftly, I slid off the bed and trapped her against the set of drawers, which featured the usual mirror on top. Gazing at her reflection, I easily spotted the dark tips of her mounds, and began to tease the vulnerable nubs with my thumbs and forefingers, causing the brown caps to become distinctive points against her shirt, which only made me pinch harder, loving how her sensitive body responded to my touch.

My hips began an instinctive motion against her behind, barely covered by the black cotton thong she was wearing. Only my own undergarments prevented my shaft from plunging into her depths and having my wicked way with her.

She moaned, “Rob, we have to get dressed.”

I didn’t reply. I was too busy searching for the edge of her top so that I could pull it over her head and fling it far away. I cupped her gentle curves and whispered roughly in her ear, “You know I love these beauties, don’t you? I love how they fill my hands. Not too much. Just right. Oh yeah, babe, do that again.”

Her robust behind had began to meet my own hips with a strong writhing demand. I pushed my briefs down, releasing my eager organ and immediately slid into her welcoming tunnel, the meager cloth covering her offering no protection to my marauding rod. As always, she gave that cry that signaled how deep I was going in her sheath.

I held still, giving her time to adjust to my humongous pipe, rolling her nipples and raining soothing kisses on her satiny neck. When her generous hips began the mating dance once more, I surged into her softness with slow, strong thrusts, releasing her creamy white orbs so that I could watch them shake and jiggle in the mirror in response to the force of my stabs.

The movement of her delicious curves were fascinating to my lust-filled gaze, accentuated by her high-pitched cries and whimpers as I vigorously increased the pace of my thrusts, forcing more of my hard flesh into her pink channel.

Kristen raised both her arms to enfold my neck in an insistent grip, her nails digging into my nape, commanding me to release my full strength. Obeying her mandate, I wrapped my hands around her slim pelvic bones and drove my ravenous rod into her clasping passage.

With a slight adjustment of one long digit, I easily increased her pleasure by sliding under the black cotton, circling her nub with my middle finger, causing her to arch her back in a long sensuous curve, lifting her sexy chest and grinding her plump curves against my thundering hips.

With a loud groan, I released my essence, continuing to slowly grind against her while my hands slid up to gently play with her beautiful spheres as she keened her own release.

And, when I saw what she decided to wear for The Twilight Saga Breaking Dawn Part 1 panel, I couldn’t help grinning. The little minx chose a see-through white tee with a sexy black bra.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

The White Tee and Black Bra Combinations at the 2011 Comic Con This diary was inspired by Kristen Stewart’s choice of wardrobe at the 2011 Comic Con, both at The Twilight Saga Breaking Dawn Part 1 and Snow White and the Huntsman panels.

Update: Thanks to Ashley Lennington of RappAround Public Relations, I learned that Kristen Stewart is wearing a Market Patti tee that’s described on the Market site as made of “soft textured jersey,” while its boxy cropped styling was inspired by 60’s fashion.

If you wish to purchase your own Market Patti tee (US $40), please click here.

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Photo: Getty

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Kristen Stewart and The Swear Jar

Lorna Lopez — Wed, 23 Mar 2011 16:01:34 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive, i.e. the fictional Kristen will use the word f—k a lot of times, as in A LOT. If the idea offends you, please stop and do not read further.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

“F—-ing s—t! F—k! F—k! F—k!”

Kristen’s angry tirade came nearer.

“Rob, just take a f—ing look at these f—ing stupid pics they got from last night when we were f—ing leaving the resto!

I looked up from reading my Breaking Dawn script and chided gently, “You do remember we are rehearsing the no-swearing rule? Otherwise, we would blister our faux daughter’s ears. I’m sure Mackenzie’s parents will be most displeased. That would be…” I made a mental count. “Eight dollars, please.”

Kristen’s brow crinkled. “Oh s—t yeah! I f—ing forgot! But I can’t f—ing help it. Just look at these!” As she looked down at the offensive images, she rattled off another slew of swear words. “You know what those f—ing tabloids are gonna f—ing say, right? Kristen f—ing devastated.”

I knew it was a bit inane to try and belittle the impending release of utter rubbish, which, by the way will earn some excellent revenue for a number of bastards. Wait. Does the word bastard count as swearing? Oh dear. I do really have to watch it.

Kristen continued with a sing-song tone, “Rob f—ing says. ‘You need to let me go. This can’t f—ing work. The f—ing distance, the f—ing time apart, it’s f—ing tearing me apart. F—k them to hell!”

I rose from the chair to try and calm her down. It had been my idea for us to go out. In fact, I had insisted on it, even though I knew the aftermath would probably involve having to wade through the paps. As I embraced her from behind, my gaze fell on Kristen’s laptop screen that showed the photo agency’s latest offering and imagined the worst.

“Bugger! Those f—ing idiots just can’t leave us bloody well alone! Bollocks!”

Kristen looked back at me with a raised eyebrow and then silently raised the swear jar that was half-full with one-dollar notes. I sheepishly reached for my wallet. At the unsuccessful rate we were going, not only was Mackenzie Foy going to expand her vocabulary considerably, but she was also going to be slightly richer at our wayward tongues’ expense.

Photo Credits

Photos Courtesy of Lainey Gossip
Photos : Roshan Perera/Splashnewsonline.com and INFphoto

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

The Tabloid Cover I used this tabloid cover for “inspiration.”

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The Swear Jar I got the idea for the swear jar from a Robert Pattinson MTV interview.

Robert Pattinson on Mackenzie Foy making money off of him: “She’s got a lot of money out of us swearing around her. I do it by accident, and especially Kristen [Stewart] does it by accident, because she’ll apologize with a swear [word]. She’s like, ‘Oh sh–! Ugh!’ She can’t stop doing it for about 15 minutes, and [Mackenzie] just waits there [with her hand out].”

Bridget Jones Diary I would like to thank the filmmakers of Bridget Jones Diary for helping me put on a “Brit frame of mind.”

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Getting Spacey on Kristen Stewart on the Water for Elephants Set

Lorna Lopez — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 23:56:04 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

I spotted her as soon as I arrived on the On the Road set. That unmistakable stance was so distinct that it couldn’t be hidden even in a crowd. I lengthened my stride to reach her side immediately. My fingers were already tingling in anticipation.

“Rob? Rob? Sweetie? They’re ready for us. The next scene is set up. C’mon.”

Reese’s voice broke me out of my reverie. I followed her woodenly onto the Water for Elephants set. Although I was enjoying myself with my friendly and talented co-star, there’s no denying the fact that I was already straining to see Kristen. The last few days of shooting were an interminable wait till I could fly out to Montreal to be with her.

I slipped my hands around her waist and drew her close to me. I lowered my head so that my lips could touch the soft curve of her ear. I breathed out, “Missed me?”

“Rob, we need to do another take. C’mon, sweetie, snap out of it.”

I shook my head and readied myself to take Reese once again in my arms.

I felt a shiver run through her slim frame as my breath caressed her sensitive flesh. I grinned with heady power, and turned her slowly to face me. My eyes feasted hungrily on the familiar features that have haunted me for weeks.

“Rob, there’s something wrong with the audio on the last take, honey. We need to do the last bit again. Rob? Rob, did you hear me? Rosie, poke him.”

I laughed as Rosie the elephant did Reese’s bidding. Then I schooled my face into a serious mien as the scene required.

I knew we were in full view of anyone from the cast and crew who dared to look, but, I was way beyond caring. I was thirsty for her kiss and the sustenance it provides my soul.

“Rob, you’re getting spacey again. Hello! Come back. There you go, sweetie.”

I smiled apologetically at Reese and murmured, “Sorry.” I gingerly placed my hands on her waist, my fingers loosely clasping the curve and let her lead the way into the kissing scene.

The director called cut. In the interim, Reese said under her breath, “Hey, how about this? Why don’t you imagine you’re kissing somebody else? You know, like Kristen, who you’re so obviously thinking about all the time? Whoops! Just teasing. C’mon, let’s just make it one more take.”

I took her advice and imagined that I was on set with Kristen instead of Reese. And everything was indeed much easier.

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Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Reese Witherspoon Calls Robert Pattinson Spacey During an interview with Entertainment Tonight, Reese Witherspoon calls Robert Pattinson “spacey” aside from “hot” and “good-looking.” (go to 1:10). My imagination assumed he was thinking of Kristen Stewart during those spacey times.

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Thanks Thanks to ATK reader Chi for clarifying the timeline for me, i.e., at the end of the Water for Elephants shoot, Kristen Stewart started filming On the Road, at which point Robert Pattinson flew to Montreal to visit her on set.

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Jealous of Taylor Lautner with Kristen Stewart in Eclipse Tent Scene

Lorna Lopez — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 22:26:54 +0000

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A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

I was fulminating with a slow burning fury that was carefully kept hidden under a veneer of cheer and affable charm. Watching my girlfriend snogging somebody else is absolute torture, even though it’s supposed to be part of the blooming job. Anyone who tells me otherwise will receive a well-deserved ‘Put a sock in it!’

Kristen and I are doing the commentary on the Eclipse DVD with the assistance of technology. We are literally miles apart, stuck inside recording studios watching the film at the same time and bantering back and forth about Arnold Palmer drinks and whatnot, which was cut short when Taylor Lautner sidles into the sleeping bag and enfolds Kristen in an embrace that brings her against his well-developed frame, something only I should have the right to do so.

‘Get your hands off her, you bloody bastard!’ I longed to shout. I had to settle for an exclamation, “God, he’s so gross. So brazen!” And then, added lamely, “I really don’t like Jacob.”

I was irritated when Kristen makes a sympathetic sound at my comment. For whom? Taylor or I? I continued my verbal attack of the young actor, “Look at him and his tattoo and stuff. Ugh!”

To my utmost annoyance, Kristen defends Taylor, “He’s just young and overzealous.”

I snorted. Snarky git! “He’s not! He does it on purpose.” Codswallop, I say. I roll my eyes at how effortlessly she’s been deceived. “He’s looking at me when he’s saying this stuff.”

To my full satisfaction, Kristen finally accedes, “Yeah, that is weird.”

I decided to press my advantage, “What is wrong with him? He’s like, ‘I don’t even care about her, I just want to…’”

And then, Kristen softens again, “Look at him cradling! His little head nooked in there.”

I laugh derisively at her description. How easily females are tricked with a sensitive facade. Bollocks! I ridicule Taylor’s action that had my girlfriend’s cheek intimately pressed against his muscled chest. “You look like you’re milking him.”

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Thanks to Twifans for the heads up.

The Robert Pattinson Diaries – A Fourth Private Stripper Performance by Kristen Stewart

Lorna Lopez — Fri, 26 Nov 2010 10:56:38 +0000

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A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

“What did you think of the trailer? Too much for TV?”

“Uhmm…” I didn’t turn my head in her direction, because I didn’t want Kristen to see my true reaction. The aborted lap dance scene from her latest independent film Welcome to the Rileys had the unavoidable effect of a welcome fullness in my member that made me incoherent.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” she murmured into my ear from behind.

“Uhmm…” With one hand, I reached back, grabbed her by the waist and hauled her to my lap. A part of my brain registered the bewildering fact that I was touching bare skin as she flew in the air with a small shriek. Then it was my turn to be shocked.

Kristen was wearing a facsimile of her naughty schoolgirl costume in the trailer — a black push up bra, a minuscule plaid skirt, net stockings and platform heels, and, with her splattered on my lap, I could see a tiny white cotton thong.

She broke the silence with a gruff, “You like?” When I didn’t reply, she continued, “It’s sorta my Thanksgiving gift.”

I dropped my large hand on her knee to keep her splayed open, giving me an unobstructed view of her succulent treasure. As she saw the heat burning in my eyes, she breathlessly teased, “So, does that mean you like my gift?”

I clasped the underside of her knee and jerked it outward, my roughness jolting her enough to make her gasp. And then, I deliberately slid my hand to cup her inner thigh, causing the pleated skirt to adjust upwards to accommodate my marauding manacle. The feel of her smooth skin against my calloused hand hardened my tool and left me craving for the velvety softness that could be found between her legs. I growled, “Yeah, I like.”

An elongated “Mmmm…” brought my attention to her aroused face. I was mesmerized by the sight of her head slightly thrown back and her nipples jutting through the smooth satin.

Encouraged by her swift reaction, I slid my hand all the way to the apex between her thighs and grabbed the mound that was barely encased by the sodden thong. Urgently, I pushed aside the drenched cotton and plunged my thick middle finger into her shuddering wetness.

Kristen quivered even more from the added stimulation. Her inner muscles grasped my digit eagerly and another spurt of female fluids paved the way for the entry of two more fingers. I began to piston her fiercely with my three-digit probe while slaving over her breasts that were bobbing and shaking from all her excited movements.

As Kristen released a keening wail that signaled she was near her release, I raised my head from feasting on her mounds, and concentrated on bringing her satisfaction. Her sweet oils coated my mini-rod as she moaned in blissful pleasure, her hips pumping vigorously into my hand as she cried out, “Aaaahhh!!!”

I rained soothing kisses all over her face as she whimpered incessantly while her hips slowed down and her fierce desire faded into glowing contentment.

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Jealous of the Kristen Stewart Krisbians

Lorna Lopez — Sat, 23 Oct 2010 03:21:53 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive. Please use your own discretion. And, if you decide to read it anyway, a tongue in cheek humor is required.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

I beadily eyed the gaggle of girls hanging around Kristen. They’ve followed her from one end of the red carpet to the other, repeatedly trying to get her attention. I suspect they’re the dreaded Krisbians, ladies who have a tremendous crush on my Kristen. They’re an added bane to my existence, an unexpected sortie of sorts.

I snorted delicately. Was there no end to this whole lunacy? Not only do I have to contend with Kristen’s male co-actors who can’t keep their hands to themselves, male admirers of all ages who try and chat up my girlfriend, and now, there’s the female contingent who call themselves Krisbians to worry about. It’s just too much for one bloke to bear! Bloody hell!

My infuriated musings were halted by a sudden movement. Kristen had come near enough to the edge of the red carpet for one Krisbian to grab her by the waist while a friend took their picture. I didn’t trust that girl. The moment I clapped my eyes on her there was a niggling knot in my gut.

Hang on a tick! Where is that blooming hand going? It was moving towards a very inappropriate section of Kristen’s anatomy. I wanted to shout, “Oi! Get your bloody hand off my girlfriend’s arse!”

As if she heard my silent shout, the girl sneaked a look back and our gazes collided. She met my intimidating look with a saucy wink and smile, before turning back to the camera. I wanted to march over and haul her away. However, I didn’t want to make a fuss, but, I was most definitely annoyed.

Before I could decide whether to make a move or not, another girl from their group pulled the first one away from Kristen before hugging her in a full embrace. I pressed my lips tightly together to prevent the angry shout that struggled to burst forth. There was absolutely no excuse for such an intimate, and, I noted grimly, such a lengthy embrace.

Was there no lack of people who wanted to be near and touch my Kristen? If I weren’t raised properly, I would have marched over and lectured those Krisbians on etiquette and manners.

My breath caught in my throat. She was now kissing Kristen! Yes, it was on the cheek but too near her delectable mouth! What made it unsettling was the manner in which she did it. Her blasted lips were caressing the creamy skin, damn her!

I clenched my hands into fists. I can just imagine one of my mates admonishing, ‘We don’t want to appear like a thug now, do we?’

No, I didn’t, but, I was hard pressed not to do something outrageous like slap her silly! My annoyance was rapidly building into outright outrage. If the lads could only hear my internal litany. They would shake their heads ruefully as they pat me on the back with mutters that include the words daft and barmy.

I exhaled noisily. Daft am I? I’ll shove printouts of what these supposedly sedate ladies have written about my Kristen, which include rhapsodies of her legs, arse, tits, skin and utter sexiness, right under their very noses and see if they still think I’m barmy. Ha!

And then a thought occurred to me. My lips quirked. Perhaps a dash of flash-bang-wallop trick from Cedric Diggory would be quite handy at the moment. Make them all disappear. A lovely thought…

Before I could succumb to the charming illusion, I decided that a well placed intervention on my part is required. How about I bustled over with the very valid sounding pretence that her presence was required by the publicists?

I nodded decisively. Excellent notion. I sauntered over with a charming unapologetic smile. Maybe I should shoot them a warning glance as well. I anticipated the encounter with the encroaching Krisbians.

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Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Jealousy Makes the Eye Blind What may be innocent gestures of an admiring Krisbian can become irritating overtures to a possessive boyfriend, so please read the diary with tongue in cheek humor.

Kristen’s Stewart’s Brother or Robert Pattinson This diary is based on an interview wherein Kristen Stewart reveals that her brother is “pissed” off about the Krisbians — a term coined for those girls with a humongous girl crush on Kristen Stewart.

However, I think that it’s actually Robert Pattinson who’s “pissed,” for a brother would use such information as ammunition to tease a younger sister, and would unlikely have that kind of reaction.

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Star Wars and Justin Thyme I would like to thank Obi Wan Kanobi of the Star Wars films and the book Justin Thyme by Panama Oxridge for putting me in a “British frame of mind.”

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Jealous of the Kristen Stewart Taylor Lautner Eclipse Snogging Scene

Lorna Lopez — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 02:41:27 +0000

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A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

Kristen had been evasive for several days, and, this morning was no exception. Her call time on the Eclipse set was hours earlier than mine, and, every time I nonchalantly asked her for specifics, she would mumble, “Just one of the Bella and Jacob scenes.”

When I pressed her as to which scene, she would conveniently change the subject or go into the loo and close the door on my face. But I knew the reason why Kristen was avoiding the simple question. Because she and Taylor were doing the snogging scene in Eclipse, the one where Jacob storms off and Bella calls him back by demanding that he kiss her.

When I had read that part of the script, I went slightly insane, truth to speak, but that moment was nothing compared to the lunacy I was experiencing now. Not knowing what was happening exactly was making me barmy.

What did David direct them to do? Was it a series of gentle nibbles on each other’s lips that turned into a slow suction? Bloody hell! Or was it a stormy coming together from the very beginning? A voracious meeting of lips that involved tongue and teeth like what we do? F—k! F—k! F—k!

D—n it to hell! Why cant they just f—ing tell it to me straight? Why are they sneaking around trying to hide the fact that they’re snogging take after bloody take after bloody take?

Bloody hell! I absolutely know how Edward felt. Imagining how it must be is pure torture. I felt ready to tear my hair out as I paced the small confines of the hotel room. I’m turning into a daft dimbo! This was bloody ridiculous, I know! Kristen and Taylor were two actors just doing a scene. It’s their job. However, my rational side was being bludgeoned by my jealous nature.

Taylor was touching what was mine! Smarmy git! D—n him! He had no right sliding his arms around Kristen! He had no bloody right being near her at all! I rushed to the Eclipse set even though it was a couple of hours before my call time. I arrived just as Kristen and Taylor were walking away from the set.

The slightly guilty look on Kristen’s face and the defiant one on Taylor’s confirmed my suspicions. Cheeky bastard! I shoved the blazing fury to some deep recess, schooled my features to stop them from becoming a menacing scowl, and, managed to say casually, “So, how was it?”

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Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Philippine Daily Inquirer Interview Philippine Daily Inquirer columnist Ruben Nepales has once again managed to unearth a wealth of quotable tidbits from Twilight vampire hottie Robert Pattinson

PDI : Talk about the dynamics between the three of you now that Jacob gets to kiss Bella in this movie.

ROB : It’s weird. Not only do they do the kissing scenes—they never do it when I am even on the set. I have the day off. You genuinely feel like someone’s cheating on you. Then you come back to the set. And almost always, it’s after one of their scenes where I suspect them of doing something. It just so happened every single time—I would come into work being like, “So how was it?”

Thanks to ATK reader sasi for the heads up about the PDI interview.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince I would also like to thank the film Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince for providing the British slang.

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Tricking Kristen Stewart to a Date

Lorna Lopez — Sun, 19 Sep 2010 16:01:35 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

Was there ever a bloke who had a problem such as mine? I think not. I must hold the dubious honor of having a girlfriend who doesn’t want to go out on a date with me.

Not that I look like a hideous orc. Nor do I look like a twat. In fact, some people actually consider me pretty decent looking. Some have even called me scalding hot, which is quite embarrassing, but there you go. I must admit that I do act like an idiot at times though. Okay, a lot of times.

No, it’s not my physical appearance that my girlfriend objects to. I can say with utmost certainty that I think, in my most sane moments that is, that I suppose she loves me, which means I could be a complete and total arse, yet she would still love me. And that’s bloody true love if you ask me.

So going back as to why she doesn’t want to be seen in public with me. Well, it’s because she just absolutely hates it when strangers talk about us. I am not referring to your general ‘Oh they look cute together’ kind of comment. Nothing crappy like that.

It’s very strange but people want to know every little tidbit about us. Where we’re staying, what we’re wearing, what we’re doing, where we’re going, what we’re eating, what we’re talking about, what we’re thinking… I bet if we were in one of those reality shows, we would get high ratings.

So, how do I get my girlfriend to go out on a date with me? Well, after long deliberation that employed logical and imaginative thinking, I have come upon a conclusion. There’s only one way.

I have to be Mister Masterful, which essentially means I won’t give my girlfriend a chance to say no to a nice dinner in a nice restaurant like normal couples do all the time. Deceit will become a necessary tool to fool her into a date.

First, I have to lie so that she’ll wear something pretty. Nothing grand, jeans with a nice top would do. Maybe if I say that there’s an event or something. Oh dear, I would have to do better than that.

Anyway, while we’re in the car, I have to distract her by whispering some seductive French phrases in her ear. And then maybe some snogging. Yeah, definitely a lot of snogging so she won’t see we’re headed to a posh restaurant. Besides, I like the taste of her lips.

In fact, I should probably arrange with the management for a back door entrance and exit, and a nice little alcove so we can have some privacy. And, since she’s realized by this time that I’ve told her a big fib, I’ll hush her every protest with a quick kiss.

And I’ll ply her with wine to make her mellow and in the mood to forgive me, but not drunk. Maybe I should practice my puppy dog look in the mirror. That would help.

And maybe I should ask my mates for some advice. But what if they tell me that what I’m planning is total rubbish? ‘Sod off,’ I’ll say.

Well, there you go. Mister Masterful has got everything under control.

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Photos Courtesy of Lainey Gossip
Photos: Coqueran/Fame Pictures

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Snogging an Alien This post was inspired after I read the book — Three Ways to Snog an Alien by Graham Joyce

Druce’s new girlfriend is hot, but what’s with the weird behaviour, freaky parents and the super-human intelligence? And was that really a forked tongue he saw or did he imagine it? Then he meets someone on the internet who tells him that aliens have infiltrated the planet. Could Angela be an alien? Is she really trying to suck out his brains?

Robert Pattinson Wants A Date Presumably, Robert Pattinson was talking about Kristen Stewart when he admitted that he wanted to go on a date.

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The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Being With Kristen Stewart at The Twilight Saga Eclipse LA Premiere

Lorna Lopez — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 19:44:02 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

The Twilight Saga Eclipse premiere in LA took me back to the very first one — Twilight — when all had seemed possible and I was floating blissfully on the wings of love.

The passage of time has not dimmed my fevered longing for her one bit. I waited impatiently for her to arrive. I could barely contain myself. I was bursting with happiness and I couldn’t care less if the whole world could tell that my very existence revolved around her.

Then, an instinctive knowledge, born of our intimacy, let me know that she was here. Finally.

I wanted to giggle, laugh and guffaw out loud with the explosion of exultation as a result of her presence. My lips curled with the effort, but, my eyes could not deny my high spirits. My love will soon be by my side.

My breath caught at my throat at the very sight of her. And then I released that very same gasp in mute disbelief. How could I be so bloody fortunate to call her mine?

I filled my gaze with the breathtaking vision that she made. Her creamy skin called out for my touch. Her errant strand of hair begged to be tucked behind her ear. And her eyes were a siren call I would willingly drown myself in. And her luscious lips were beckoning temptations that I desired to succumb to.

I don’t know how, but, suddenly, I was beside her. I slid my hand eagerly across her waist to turn her to face me. My eyes glided over her lovely features with a hungry roving gaze.

I was pleased to note that her face took on a fascinating glow when she saw me. A smidgen of arrogance grew from the occurrence and my fingers curled possessively on her waist.

I hauled her to my side. I wanted to tether her to me with invisible chains that would silently yet stridently cry out, ‘She’s mine!’

I bent my head to whisper something unintelligible, making it silvery soft so that she would draw closer.

As she replied, the lingering exhalations of her words caressed my cheek, and, I leaned in eagerly to catch every warm waft, delighting in its scent and stroke.

I cannot begin to explain the rightness of having her beside me. She was meant to be mine. Initial circumstances may have torn us apart, but, she finally succumbed to the inevitable. We’re meant to be together. It’s destiny.

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Photos Courtesy of Lainey Gossip
Photos: Wenn.com and Kevin Winter/Jason Merritt/Gettyimages.com

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

A Blast from the Past And here’s the picture that inspired this blog — ATwilightKiss — taken during the Twilight premiere, which, I believe, was also in LA, and inspired the very first Robert Pattinson diary. To view, please click here.

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The Robert Pattinson Diaries — A Kiss from Kristen Stewart at the 2010 MTV Movie Awards

Lorna Lopez — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 14:35:49 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

As Kristen explained to the excited throng how we were going to try and give kissing “a shot” as part of our acceptance speech for the Best Kiss Award, a part of me groaned inwardly.

Knowing her predilection for becoming shy and self-conscious in front of a live audience, and the audience at the MTV Movie Awards on 06 June 2010 was definitely letting us know with their screams how much they wanted a liplock, I half-expected her to back out at any moment.

And so she did. The first attempt went awry. I felt like a donkey’s arse onstage.

The second one went much better. Or so I thought. I had leaned in close enough that our lips were about to meet when a sharp exhalation of air warned me of her impending decision.

I couldn’t help saying “Ow!” as Kristen used the palm of her hand against my cheek to strongly push me away. I wondered recklessly whether I looked more stupid now, or, last year with my mouth left agape when she had suddenly turned her head away before our lips could touch.

Oh dear. This doesn’t bode well at all.

When Kristen still seemed reticent after that botched attempt, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I grabbed her in a gentle hold and performed a “theatrical” kiss, wherein two actors fake a kiss by letting their lips touch only the corners of their mouths, the ruse usually hidden by the male’s back to the audience, shielding the female actor’s more petite form.

But, as always, Kristen impetuously surprised me. Her fingers suddenly clutched my nape and pulled me close; and then, kissed me in a short and sweet way.

At last! A kiss! In public! I didn’t care that I looked like an idiot with a huge grin splitting my face! Kristen has kissed me in public! I’m the f—ing king of the world!

Jubilantly, I raised the Best Kiss Award high into the air as Kristen said thanks again to the Twilight fans! I have high hopes that next year’s Best Kiss acceptance smooch will be much more visible and lengthier!

Photo Credits

Photos Courtesy of Lainey Gossip
Photos: Wenn.com and Christopher Polk/Gettyimages.com

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Longing for Kristen Stewart while with Naked Models for Details Magazine

Lorna Lopez — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 19:07:58 +0000

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A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

Bloody hell! This must be the very definition of a f—ing living nightmare. What would be tantamount to be the fruition of the standard male fantasy has turned out to be the embodiment of my personal form of hell. I’m surrounded by an abundance of female flesh, too much so that I was writhing inwardly with revulsion.

Yet I had been mentally preparing for this Details Magazine shoot for months now, ever since my manager and talent agent had arranged it for me in a bid to expand my image that was solely based on The Twilight Saga, a manipulation of the public persona that had been created for one Robert Pattinson

I scoffed at the need for the task on hand, and then had to sigh with resignation. The public’s perception of me has to evolve to allow for the growth of my career.

I focused back on the shoot. I tried to smolder while trying not to make contact with the model’s privates that were right behind me, and the limbs that effectively held me prisoner. Yet my efforts were thwarted by the Details Magazine photographer, who barked out instructions for me to follow.

I curled my hands on her lower legs just as he said, but, I couldn’t bring myself to touch her bare flesh, so only my fingertips grazed her skin. I had to even silently mock myself when his instruction to fondle the other model’s buttocks resulted with one outstretched finger, which had to be even held in place with a firm female grip.

My refusal to take advantage of the situation, so to speak, only made the situation worse. The bevy of models relaxed even more in my presence, both on and off the set, becoming unguarded with covering themselves while waiting for their turn in front of the camera, and, when they do come on, it was with mounting aggression when manhandling me. I tried to turn away from the sight of the pulchritude of flesh as much as possible.

Photographer Norman Jean Roy had to employ tactics to hide my agitation, such as having me wear dark shades, which effectively hid my averted eyes from the almost naked model in front of me. His instruction to grasp her by the curve of her hip once again resulted in a slight caress with a single digit. I despaired at my own inability to follow the simple command.

I had to concede the principal cause of my ineptitude. I only cared to see the hair, eyes, lips, breasts, nipples, hips, thighs and privates of one female. And her name is Kristen Stewart

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Photos: Norman Jean Roy

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Robert Pattinson Uncomfortable with Naked Models Robert Pattinson has been quoted regarding his discomfort during the Details Magazine shoot.

Robert On His Sexy Details Shoot: “I really hate vaginas. I’m allergic to vaginas. But I can’t say I had no idea, because it was a 12-hour shoot, so you kind of get the picture that these women are going to stay naked after, like, five or six hours… Thank God I was hungover….

“This shoot, it’s kind of ’80s nakedness, you know?” he said. “If you look at porn in, like, the ’80s, there was something kind of quaint about it, quite sweet – like this little naked community.”

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Shooting the Eclipse Bedroom Scene with Kristen Stewart

Lorna Lopez — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 18:38:26 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

The bedroom scene in The Twilight Saga Eclipse was sorely testing my patience and control. Pretending to rein in my desire for Kristen was an all too familiar sensation that awakened arousing memories of sensual scenarios.

The Edward and Bella sequence was bordering on the threshold of reality that there was hardly any need to imagine the emotions and cravings involved. And blast it! Kristen was not making it any easier.

As we began the scene, she leaned towards me, curling her body to fit to my frame. Kristen teased me by pressing her knee directly onto my hardness, making sure to stimulate my already too sensitive nerve endings. The minx!

The desire that was always brimming underneath the surface erupted. I clenched my jaw before hissing out my breath between tightly clenched teeth. I clawed her jean clad upper thigh to keep from forcefully spreading her legs wide open and grabbing her by the buttocks to haul her intimately against me.

When the scene progressed to Kristen unbuttoning my shirt and kissing me frantically to tempt Edward to make love to Bella, I was even more hard pressed not to give in to the yearning to seize her flesh, paramount of which is to cradle her mounds in my clutching hands before suckling the tips until they turned red from my ministrations.

I had to settle for pressing my fingertips to the side of her breast, the malleable softness so enticing that it caused the blood to rush to my lower extremities. Argh! Blast it to hell!

Photos Courtesy of Summit Entertainment
Photos Uploaded from Thinking of Rob via Robsessed

Thanks to ATK reader Chi for the heads up.

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Missing Kristen Stewart While Filming Remember Me

Lorna Lopez — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 19:45:51 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

I scowled slightly, berating myself about the last take during the filming of Remember Me. If this had taken place on The Twilight Saga set, the slight break would have erupted into a discussion between Kristen and I. We would probably have argued about the scene objective before coming to a decision as to how the next possible attack might be.

Photo Courtesy of Summit Entertainment
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However, sometimes, just for the fun of it, I would say something outrageous just to see the fire light up in Kristen’s eyes, for it was a certainty that she will argue vehemently about what I’ve just said. That’s why I do so enjoy tormenting her.

My lips twitched with the effort not to burst into laughter as I remembered the time I gave her a card that said, ‘Don’t worry that you’re not in the right job.’ In actuality, the card had been given to me by Peter Facinelli, and I had passed it on to her for a good chuckle.

Oh my! I got more than what I had anticipated. Kristen had taken it totally seriously. Her flaring anger was just magnificent! I stood rooted to the spot, watching her with an idiotic grin, absolutely fascinated as this little bit of a girl ranted and railed against me. It was almost impossible to be contrite afterward.

My smile slowly disappeared. I released a heartfelt sigh. I dearly wish Kristen was here. I wanted to be seared by her passion. I needed her. I miss her so. Maybe if I closed my eyes, I could imagine her beside me.

Photo Courtesy of RadarOnline.com
Photo: David Strick

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

The story of Rob teasing Kristen with a card is a real story that was related by Peter Facinelli during a Twilight convention.

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Shielding Kristen Stewart from the Paparazzi

Lorna Lopez — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 09:41:02 +0000

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes Yes, I know the pictures are not of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart. They are of married couple Peter Facinelli and Jennie Garth at the Lacoste store in Los Angeles California on 26 January 2010. So you have to use your imagination… Not hard for you romantic lot, I bet.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

Kristen suddenly turned to me, a plaintive look on her face, as she clutched my shirt in silent supplication. I immediately sensed her distress and gently held her at the elbow to comfort her, yet, trying to control the fury that was making my blood boil at the fact that our secret sojourn into the hidden streets of the city had somehow been marred.

I quickly flicked my eyes around to check for the possible cause of her upset. As I spotted the blighters with the intruding camera lens, I instinctively clutched her trembling form to mine, furious that we had been discovered by the paps, and, desiring above all else, to shield Kristen from the rude intrusion into our private time.

I glared at the bastards, wishing that I could tear them to pieces for distressing my lady. I had to settle for throwing dagger looks at them, a futile gesture that only seemed to throw them into a feverish frenzy.

As Kristen’s petite form continued to be wracked with fear, I tightened my hold across her shoulders and planted a kiss on her forehead in another meager attempt to lessen her turmoil, fighting the despair that was threatening to choke me in its suffocating grip. Will it never end?

Photos Courtesy of RadarOnline.com
Photos: WireImage

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Holding Hands with Kristen Stewart on the Isle of Wight

Lorna Lopez — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 17:43:06 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

Strolling leisurely along the coast in the company of friends while a brisk wind danced in between the sunset’s rays must be one of the most pleasurable activities ever devised on earth.

We tramped through the slight brush, our scraping shoes the only harsh sound intermittently breaking the silence that has settled over our little troupe, not a heavy smothering blanket but rather a companionable quiet wherein everyone enjoyed each other’s presence with an unspoken delight.

Yet my enjoyment seemed to be overflowing to the point of bliss. I was walking beside the person who has gifted me with both ecstasy and despair, love and hate intertwined in a marriage that makes me want to be with her and yet at times makes me want to throttle her pretty little neck.

A wave of affectionate amusement flooded through me for the slight woman who has captured my heart in her little palm. Her gently swinging arm caught my eye, and, I greedily grabbed her hand, engulfing her smaller one in my own, relishing the right to do so, since it had been denied to me for so long.

The warmth of her flesh sent a deluge of emotion through me that made me catch my breath with its unexpected ferocity. Sensing my sudden disquiet, Kristen squeezed my hand reassuringly. Her gentle touch soothed my chaotic turbulence.

My being lifted towards the enveloping warmth of the setting sun, floating in ethereal happiness that can only come from being with the one that your soul has been searching for incessantly.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Alleged Photo of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart The pic above of supposedly Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart on the Isle of Wight was allegedly taken by the sister of Sam Bradley on January 2010 and posted on her Facebook account with the caption “Rob and Kristen walking hand in hand.”

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — A Third Private Stripper Performance by Kristen Stewart

Lorna Lopez — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 17:02:31 +0000

WARNING: Aside from being potentially offensive, reading this with a wild imagination may cause undue heart palpitations and wanton desires, so please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

To read Part 1, please click here

To read Part 2, please click here

“Maybe third time lucky?”

I turned to look towards Kristen. She was dressed in her usual jeans and shirt. I raised an inquiring eyebrow. She giggled, “Clothes remain on. No stripping.”

I couldn’t help the twitch of my lips. Her former attempts to do a stripper routine had been cut short because my rampaging desires had ran rampant and I had pounced on her before she was even halfway through.

Kristen slowly shook her shoulders with the music’s pounding beat, agitating her unbound globes beneath her shirt, and earning her an agonized moan from my throat. She didn’t need to remove any piece of clothing to cause undue suffering on my part.

Then Kristen shimmied her way until she was only a couple of feet in front of me. I was totally taken by surprise when she suddenly dropped forward. I tried to catch her, only to find out there was no need since her palms landed right on top of my upper thighs.

During her abrupt fall, she had also managed to stretch her whole body behind her, as well as her arms, a position that put her face level to mine.

She tantalized me with her glittering eyes, and kept her gaze locked on my blazing orbs as she deliberately bent her elbows and lowered her whole body in a classic full-length body push-up, with my legs acting to brace her weight. But it was unlike any push-up I had ever seen.

She sank in a long drawn out version of the push-up, emphasizing the downward motion instead of the upward movement, her warm breath teasing my skin right through my clothes. She went south until her breasts were pressing against my jean clad thighs and her face was parallel with my privates, letting hot exhalations of air tease me with its myriad possibilities.

Then she released me from my agony and went upward again. However, Kristen was not done. With a teasing smile, she let me know that she was going to repeat the same torment. My stupefied brain attempted to function.

As she slowly descended, my brain kicked into action and I hurriedly tore my plaid shirt apart to allow her direct contact with my skin. She obliged my unspoken demand, letting her face nuzzle and burrow against me, tongue and lips adding immeasurably to my pleasure. I moaned appreciatively at her efforts. However, before she could envelop my raging hardness with her teasing mouth, I grabbed her under the arms and crushed her lips with my own.

I released her long enough to mutter in her ear, “Babe, you are driving me insane here. You’re hell and heaven all rolled into one.”

Kristen smiled and gave me one last smack as her way of saying thank you, before spinning around to sit on my lap, grinding her delectable behind against my burgeoning length, causing me to instinctively thrust back. In an instant, we were moving in the ancient rhythm, lust and love intertwined.

With Kristen’s back to my chest, my desire befuddled mind recognized belatedly the advantages of her position. I seized her mounds, memorizing their shape and texture, giving in to my craving to maul and squeeze them to the point of pain.

Kristen threw her head back over my shoulder and whimpered, which encouraged me to play with the tips even more by pulling and releasing them abruptly, making her fleshy spheres shake to and fro.

My huge hands clutched her hips and I slammed her buttocks against my groin to still my madly twitching member, which was demanding for immediate release. I took deep ragged breaths to gain some control.

When Kristen slithered off my lap, a part of me stridently protested, but, my rational side deemed it best. However, her next move stilled all logical thought.

Still facing away from me, she gyrated her hips like an exotic dancer, and continued the illusion by sliding her hands from the top of her legs all the way down to her ankles, looking at me between her legs, a classic stripper pose position.

I succumbed. I lunged forward to grab her by the waist and then threw her on top of the bed. With or without clothes, Kristen was just too tempting.

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — A Second Private Stripper Performance by Kristen Stewart

Lorna Lopez — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 16:16:37 +0000

WARNING: Aside from being potentially offensive, reading this with a wild imagination may cause undue heart palpitations and wanton desires, so please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

To read Part 1, please click here

“Wanna try it again, baby?”

I whipped my head towards her voice. From the bedroom speakers came music with a strong percussive beat, and then, Kristen came into view with a slithering motion that reminded me of a snake responding to the call of its charmer. My heartbeat accelerated when I realized that she held in her hands the untied ends of the blue green plaid blouse that she was wearing earlier.

With a wicked little smile, Kristen started flashing me with glimpses of her tantalizing breasts by jerking one side of the blouse’s panel open, then closing it just as quickly. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, I was gifted with teasing peeks of her unencumbered mammary glands.

Kristen did this several times, with my brain busily assembling bits and pieces of visual memories of creamy flesh, a glimpse of pinkish brown tips, and a full roundness that my hands wanted to grab and suck. My glands started to produce more saliva. I had to swallow several times because, otherwise, I was going to drool.

When Kristen slowly glided towards me, I was held spellbound by her movements. She was on tiptoes, as if she was wearing heels; and she was sashaying in that crisscross fashion that models do, except that she was really doing it so leisurely that it defied the music’s tempo.

She would actually balance on one leg, lift the other leg, bend it until that foot was beside the knee of the balanced leg, stay for a few seconds, and then repeat the same motion with the bent leg straightening and doing the balancing act this time.

It was a graceful, heart-stopping dance move, which just made me drool even more because she had settled her hands on her waist, resulting in the panels of her blouse fluttering with every step, baring the inner curves of her mouth-watering mounds. I clenched my fists in an attempt to halt the impulse to grab and maul.

When Kristen was finally in front of me, a question raised my head from the intent examination of that strip of flesh that led to more interesting body parts. I looked up guiltily to meet her bashful smile as she asked, “Uhmm… like… would you like to open my blouse?”

My brain scrambled to understand her words because I was too intent with the visual feast before me. When I finally understood, a wolfish smile came to my lips. Was she actually going to let me pull the cloth apart to reveal her delectable treats? There can only be one answer. “Oh yeah!”

But I was determined to be in command of myself during the second rendition of her private performance. I deliberately lifted my hands, and then pinched the ends of the green plaid blouse between my fingers before parting them slowly.

Despite my efforts, as the inner slopes were gradually revealed followed by velvety mounds topped with ripe tips, my mouth opened instinctively in readiness for sucking. The beauty of her breasts mesmerized me as I leisurely pulled the checkered blouse down her arms entirely, leaving her lovely upper body fully uncovered.

Her body was a study in proportion and perfection. Her magnificent chest tapered into a tiny waist that flowed into trim hips. And despite the fact that she got involved in tomboyish sports, there was still an appealing feminine roundness to every part of her, from her arms, to her belly, and even her slender calves. Aside from that, vibrancy and strength emanated from her form, adding to her allure. But her breasts were a study in itself. They were a classic round shape, a handful that would pleasantly fill my large hands.

My intent perusal was causing Kristen’s breath to quicken, making her chest rise and fall, producing a slight quivering in her mounds, a tantalizing movement that captured my attention completely. My physical reactions could not be denied. I tried to control the gasping breaths that were constricting my chest, the feral light gleaming from my eyes, and my sharp teeth baring themselves in anticipation of biting her.

I noted with pleasure how my stare caused a charming blush to spread from her stunning chest, upwards her slim neck, before enveloping her cheeks with a delightful pink flush. In that instant she looked so young that it stilled my ferocious desire for a moment.

However, my momentary resolution was swept aside when Kristen dared to tease me by doing an experimental shimmy of her shoulders, causing her breasts to bounce. The proverbial gloves were off. I pounced on her and tackled her down on top of the bed.

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The Robert Pattinson Diaries — A Private Stripper Performance by Kristen Stewart

Lorna Lopez — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 16:01:59 +0000

WARNING: Aside from being potentially offensive, reading this with a wild imagination may cause undue heart palpitations and wanton desires, so please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

“Sit down, sweetie. I’m gonna give you a personal private performance you won’t forget.” With a playful smile, Kristen nudged her Converse sneakers off and flung them across the room with a graceful flick of each foot. Then she rummaged through her CDs, and before long I soon recognized the strains of an early Britney Spears hit — I’m a Slave 4U. I was greatly surprised that she even knew the song.

My eyes popped wide open as Kristen started dancing to the music. Since she was physically fit, her body can pretty much do anything, a fact I was quite thankful for at that very moment.

Although she has always maintained with the press that she never thought of herself as a sex symbol, she seemed to be bent on reminding me why she was considered to be one by both the male and female species.

My eyes were drawn to her hands as they ran through her dark hair and chest, by the sides of her writhing hips; before joining them in front of the low-slung jeans that lovingly hugged her hips.

Her position forced her breasts to plump between the triangular frame of her straight arms, making me gasp involuntarily in appreciation as they threatened the constraints of her button up blouse, which was being held together by flimsy looking knots right under her breasts, leaving her delectable cleavage and tasty tummy bare.

Kristen flung her head back and moaned. I shifted uncomfortably as I felt my blood rushing to my groin in response to the erotic sound. But I was helpless to resist. My stare never strayed from her writhing curvy body, which was mesmerizing with its heat and sexual energy.

I almost shouted a protest when she suddenly spun to face away from me, but, whatever protests I might have had died in my throat as she straddled my legs and sat on my lap, grinding her delightful behind against my jean clad hardness.

“Babe, you are making me so hot.” My hands crept to her front, but I only had a few minutes mauling her soft globes before she stood up again. This time I really groaned in protest.

She looked over her shoulder to give me a reassuring wink, and went back to torturing me with her rolling hips, which only made me imagine sinking my fingers into those very same hips before plunging myself in her sheath.

My breath caught in my throat as the indentation of her spine became longer. I belatedly realized that she must have released the snaps on her jeans.

As her undulating hips moved in circles, it prodded the blue material to slide lower. I silently prayed for the offending cloth to go down faster, but it seemed to have a mind of its own as it defied gravity and took its own sweet time.

I was ready to stand up and yank them down myself when Kristen helped the process by giving the hipster jeans a helpful push over the widest part of her hips, so that there was no way for the jeans to go but down, which it did with a sexy slither.

I clawed the bed sheets to stop from grabbing for myself the sweetest butt on the planet. The globes of her behind were in perfect display in the thong panties she was wearing. They rode high on top of her killer legs. They were so rounded that I had to grit my teeth, but the temptation was too great.

I lunged forward and sank my teeth into the malleable skin and proceeded to have my way with her. Maybe we can try the stripper performance another time, and, maybe after several tries, I can actually let her get to a point that she actually gets to bare herself totally, but, for now, it simply wasn’t possible.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes This is actually a reedited piece from another story I wrote about Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake years ago. LOL.

This diary entry is inspired by ATK readers’ naughty comments on the subject of Kristen Stewart in the film Welcome to the Rileys, set to world premiere at the 2010 Sundance Festival

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — My Lamb Kristen Stewart in Munich

Lorna Lopez — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 01:53:50 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

The possessive jealous streak within me was fanning itself into a blazing inferno today, 14 November 2009, at the New Moon fans event in Munich Germany, demanding total compliance from everyone around me, especially Kristen.

Even poor Taylor was subjected to it, for I couldn’t bear any male presence near Kristen at this very moment. I relegated him to the other side by insinuating myself between them, making sure Kristen wasn’t within his reach. He has to go through me first. I scoffed at the ridiculous notion.

I knew New Moon was Taylor and Kristen’s movie, but, the thought of her hands or any part of her body touching his was driving me mad, no matter how innocuous or innocent it may be, for the lion was roaring its territorial mark today, and, everyone should pay attention and heed it. Kristen bit her lip in consternation at my unspoken demand.

I sought to soothe my lamb, yet to demand her capitulation at the same time. As my head descended towards hers, I noted with approval that Kristen stayed still, which brought a slight smile to my lips.

Instead of bringing my lips near her ear, I hovered at the corner of her mouth, letting the warm exhalations of my breath to kiss her lips and my words to caress her soft pinkness, gentling my lamb into a warm cuddly mass.

Her complete submission made me more generous, like a benevolent lion king would be with its subjects. I allowed Taylor to stay beside her during the photos at the end of the fans event. For I was a content and rumbling lion whose lamb is willingly lying against my frame, ready to be slaughtered slowly by my torturing fingers and lips before being released at her own pleasure on the sacrificial altar of my bed.

I tightened my grip on her hip. There is much to look forward to later…

Photo Credits

Photos Courtesy of Getty Images
Photos: Alexandra Beier

MUNICH, GERMANY – NOVEMBER 14: Actors Robert Pattinson (C), Kristen Stewart (R) and Taylor Lautner (L) present their new film ‘Twilight – New Moon’ during the HVB youth event at the Olympic Hall on November 14, 2009 in Munich, Germany.

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Kristen Stewart Driving Me Daft in Madrid

Lorna Lopez — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 01:11:09 +0000

WARNING: This post contains language that you may find offensive. Please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

As Kristen walked the red carpet at The Twilight Saga: New Moon Fans Event at Palacio de Vistalegre in Madrid Spain on 12 November 2009, I tried to release my clenched fists and made sure to plaster a smile on my face as my insides began to boil.

Bloody hell! I could see the side of her boob and her knickers! Blast it! I am absolutely blinkered on the subject of my girlfriend’s state of undress. No one will see any part of her unnecessarily except me. No wonder she kept her coat on till we had to go out of the limousine. She wanted me gormless! Blast and bugger!

My rational side attempted to reason with me. It was hardly the full monty. Far from it.

Oh bugger off! I was having none of it. The dress looked like a bodged piece of crap. Oh, let’s throw some scraps together, and, since we’ve ran out of real cloth, let’s just use these see through things that nobody should be using outside the bedroom, my bedroom, in particular.

Whoever designed it should be tossed in to the pits of hell! And anyone who has the guts to tell me that this is a fine example of high couture will be blasted with an accusation of talking bollocks before becoming the receiving end of a knuckle sandwich! I was getting wound up.

But I was absolutely distracted by the teasing glimpses of her creamy skin through the dress. They were drawing my eyes like magnets and I was going to look like a total idiot in all the photos that were being taken by the whole f—ing press at the moment! The dress was making me totally daft, that’s what it was doing.

I was rubbish. An idiot. An arse. My brain needs to get sorted.

I was buggered. I sidled up like a long suffering prisoner about to meet his doom, and, truly I was, for how I was to endure the hours ahead before I can haul Kristen into the privacy of a room and toss her on the bed?

I leaned towards her ear and made a sensual threat, “As soon as I bloody can, I’m going to spank your saucy bottom and then have my abso-bloody-lutely carnal way with you.”

Part 2 ~~coming later~~… The Kristen Stewart Diaries — Robert Pattinson Drives Me Wild in Madrid

Photo Credits

Photos Courtesy of RadarOnline.com
Photos: Fame Pictures

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes To Balenciaga, the designer of this clever and absolutely beautiful dress, my apologies. Please do take the derogatory references above with tongue in cheek humor, as they were meant to be the thoughts of a man driven to partial insanity by your creation.

British Slang A huge thanks to effingpot for its invaluable list of words and excellent examples.

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Recreating the Fire with Kristen Stewart

Lorna Lopez — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 17:05:51 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

I felt nothing. There was nothing. I panicked and tried harder.

I gripped her skull between the palms of my hands, clamping her face to forced stillness so that I could run my lips all over her creamy smooth skin, before giving teasing little bites at the corners of her mouth, and then comforting the inflamed skin with nibbling lips.

I fought the yawning emptiness that yearned to devour me. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I feel the fire that flowed so naturally between Kristen and I during the Twilight audition? Why? I redoubled my efforts.

I caught her lower pout between my own and sucked it voraciously before giving the same attention to its upper counterpart. My tongue flicked the swelling flesh soothingly, before retreating and letting my lips once again take over.

Oh God! I was dying slowly during the Remember Me audition. I could not feel a damn thing! I was an idiot! A f—ing idiot! My co-actor knew it! The director knew it! Even the camera knew it! Blast it to f—ing hell!

On my last attempt, I did not withhold the fury of my sensual attack, repetitively seizing her lips in an oval suction before forcing her wide open with my darting viper of a tongue while my groin undulated forcefully against her.

A fragment of sanity called out to me to halt this madness. I searched for a way to end this blasphemy. I prayed for the director to call out ‘Cut!’ I wished that the earth would crack open and swallow me whole. Anything to stop this travesty of passionate love!

And then it was over. I smiled apologetically at my female co-actor for the utter disaster. What was her name again? Oh yeah! Emilie de Ravin! Maybe I can talk to her about…about her surname! It sounds French. I hope I don’t sound too much of an idiot.

As I chattered animatedly with Emilie, a part of me despaired. Was the magic with Kristen alone? Will I never find it with anyone else? But I’m an actor. I must find a way.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Based on Harper’s Bazaar Robert Pattinson claims that he can’t recreate the Twilight audition chemistry that he had with Kristen Stewart with another co-actor.

The two first met at the 2007 auditions for Twilight, what they both assumed was going to be a cult vampire movie — not a $380-million-grossing global phenomenon complete with their own Barbies. They were thrown into a bedroom scene — well, a scene in a bedroom, anyway. [Rob says,] “I’ve since tried to do it at another audition, but it completely just collapsed.”

Quoting from an Earlier Diary Entry The parts in italics are from another post:

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — The Soul Draining Kiss of Kristen Stewart

The Robert Pattinson Diaries — Playing Rapunzel with Kristen Stewart

Lorna Lopez — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:57:02 +0000

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen for Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan

I sharply looked up from the notes I was making on a piece of paper. There was a sound at the door of my Sheraton Hotel room. I carefully sneaked towards the wooden panel and silently lifted the cap that I had put over the peephole to prevent any possible high-tech peeping Tom or the ordinary inquisitive eye from invading my privacy. My shoes stepped on the towel that I had stuffed at the bottom of the door to deter any wayward piece of gadgetry probing its way into the interiors.

I nervously flicked my eye from the center to both sides, searching for intruders, fearful that some Twilight fan had discovered my room number, who would then share that vital piece of information to all and sundry until I wouldn’t know a moment’s peace. I would have to change hotel rooms if that’s the case. Maybe hotels even.

There was no one in the hallway. I released the breath that I had been holding and loped my way back to the couch where our getaway plans await, but, the skies beckoned. It didn’t matter that they were gray. The hint of outdoors was a siren call that I couldn’t resist. Besides, I’ve seen gloomier, much more dreary heavens in London. I pushed the sliding glass doors open and stepped out gratefully under the dreary canopy from my balcony, tilting my face upward like some penitent sinner.

I gulped deep breaths of the cold air, stinging my lungs with its coming winter chill. I resisted the urge to move forward until the very edge of the balcony halted my eager steps. In my paranoia, I was apprehensive that my silhouette would be recognized by the waiting throng thirty-seven stories below. I giggled at my presumption that my mere shadow would be so distinct that the fans would immediately mark it as I, but then, I heard excited screams coming from the streets, which made me scamper back into the safety of my room.

I ran my hand agitatedly through my hair, pulling until the roots protested. I stared down at the papers littering the table, containing information on the fifteen exits from the Sheraton Hotel, and the nearby taxi stands where we could grab a cab, parks we could disappear into, alleys we could slither through… It all seems hopeless now. There was no way we could escape the watchful oppressive throng of the paparazzi and the fans. We just have to stay imprisoned in our hotel rooms like Rapunzel was locked up in her castle. I giggled hysterically. Maybe a Prince will come…

“Rob.”

I started at her voice, and felt embarrassed at the slight censure in her tone. With one look, she had recognized the dither that I had worked myself into, and the cowardly decision that I had made while she got dressed. I turned to look as she made her way from the open connecting doors between our hotel rooms.

When she reached me, she placed her warm hand on my chest and repeated my name, “Rob.” This time it was a comforting sound, meant to bolster my flagging spirits. I brightened.

” Just ten minutes, okay? And maybe we can push it to fifteen.” Kristen looked down at my notes and diagrams. “This one looks good. Hmm… Five minutes to sneak out Exit Number 11?” A teasing glint sparkled in her eye. I waited with anticipation for what she was about to say next. “I bet we can do it in 3:37 seconds. Can they? Ready, Flippy?” I laughed out loud at her nickname for me, an affectionate pet name for my state of non-athleticism. I grabbed her hand and nodded.

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Mostly Based on Harper’s Bazaar

By Laura Brown

Rob Pattinson’s and Kristen Stewart’s rooms sit side by side on the thirtysomethingth floor of the Sheraton hotel in Vancouver (”the Couve,” as Kristen calls it), where they are filming Eclipse, the third installment of the Twilight saga. They spend a lot of time in their rooms in the sky — two Rapunzels of sorts entertaining themselves behind closed doors — because it’s really, really hard to go out. “There are like 15 different exits in this place,” observes Kristen of the tactics she and the rest of the Twilight cast use to avoid the paparazzi. She adds, “Rob is more frustrated with it, but he’s 23 and I’m 19. He had a couple more years to be an adult and to be independent, whereas just as I was getting to the age when it’s normal to go out by yourself …

Rob talks about it too. “Do you mind if we sit outside?” he asks as he stands in his hotel room, looking longingly out the window. “I need some air.” It’s a cold, gray day, but who is to deny him some freedom? (And chivalry is not dead, girls. A young man will still lend you his jacket. Maybe because he is British.)”

Question as to Who Is More Athletic

Kristen: “I’m definitely claiming that one. Rob can barely jump rope. I call him Flippy because when he does his stunt rehearsals, he flips around [makes a gesture like a penguin]. And, God, when he tries to run …”

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