A Twilight Kiss

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

I longed for something sweet before turning in for bed and I sighed noisily as I remembered the luscious vanilla cupcake and the brownie patty it had in the middle, a delectable treat that only became even more of a delight because it was shaped in my favorite food — hamburgers

Kristen threw her jacket over the chair and turned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing really. I just remembered those hamburgers.”

Kristen fished into her jeans pocket and came up with a crumpled bundle. “Well, I saved mine. I wasn’t hungry at the time.”

As she brought it up, a few crumbs escaped the folded tissue and landed on her chest. “Whoops. I think it’s all crushed now though.”

I stared at the brownie crumbs contrasting darkly against her rose colored shirt. As her other hand made to brush the tiny morsels away, I caught her hand in its movement and gently stilled it. I lowered my head and my tongue snaked out to catch the chocolate crumbs scattered in a random pattern across the upper slopes of her breasts.

And then I leisurely loosened her clutching digits around the tasty dessert and transferred the bundle to my curved palm. I examined the remains, almost falling apart in its delicacy, but still delicious even in its disintegrated state.

I noted with rising heat the agitated rise and fall of her chest, her excitement plumping her nipples to a tempting treat. I flicked my nail upwards against the protruding tip of her left mound, and repeatedly did the movement before suddenly pinching the point forcefully, making her gasp in surprise.

I met her blazing eyes with my darkened ones. I gently pushed her until the back of her knees met the edge of the bed and she tumbled back, sprawling across its expanse. I stood over her, and, like a pastry master dusting confetti sugar over his baked creations, I released the vanilla crumbs from my fingertips to cover her upper chest.

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I placed the falling to pieces cupcake on the side and placed my large palms beside her dainty shoulders to support my weight as I bent down to begin the process of stabbing my tongue through the cloth to indent her flesh, before curving to scoop up the small white cake. I delighted in her gasps with each pierce and the small moans Kristen would make with each devouring act.

I continued my unusual way of consuming the baked goodie by choosing the bigger vanilla crumbs and deliberately placing them in a circular pattern that followed the shape of her delicate sphere, starting from the outside before balancing a brownie on her hardened tip as the pinnacle of my endeavor, taking care to space them out precisely like a cake decorator would with his sugar flowers.

And then I changed my eating technique to a siphoning method that allowed my lips to trap a section of cloth and skin. letting her get aroused with the warm vent of air before engulfing the tasty morsel in a suction that would surely leave a mark through her thin shirt. Kristen grabbed my hair in a tight grip, unknowingly causing me pain with her clutching fingers.

When I was done devouring all the cake crumbs, I impatiently realized that I wanted to see the results of my handiwork. I hooked a fingertip under the edge of the cotton to uncover her partially and then dropped a white tidbit against the creamy softness of her skin. This time, I used my teeth to scrape across the succulent surface, causing her hips to writhe urgently, forcing me to clamp a hand on her pelvis to halt any more movement of the kind. I was amused with the frustrated hiss she made and the “F—k!” that went with it.

With my free hand, I resumed the alternating soft scraping of a vanilla crumble landing on her contracting tummy with my upward progress of scouring teeth across her heightened nerves. My other hand was kept occupied controlling her undulating lower body.

And then I reached the underside of her breast. I pushed the offending cloth with a nail, making sure to chafe it against the malleable mound, causing Kristen to moan, “F—k Rob!” My mouth filled with hunger as the red patterns of my oral ministrations were revealed.

I swiftly followed the marks with the remaining luscious brownie crumbs, which was hard to do as Kristen arched her back, eager for my avid attack to begin. I placed my palm on her upper chest in a silent warning that I cannot continue if she persisted. When she managed to control herself, I recovered the fallen chocolate crumbs and rearranged them in a succulent design meant to partially satiate my growing hardness.

This time, my ravenous lips and teeth bit and nipped at the bared feast laid out before me, letting the arousing taste of chocolate mingle with her skin’s oozing flavor. I sucked and nibbled the cupcake that was her breast, no more the controlled baker and confectionery maker, but the greedy boy grabbing at the goodies.

When the chocolate crumbs were gone, I pressed the sides forcefully to bring the cone more easily into my mouth, gulping and siphoning every delicious delight that can be accessed via flicking and caressing tongue, biting teeth and eager lips.

When I realized that I had rendered her skin to a dark rose color, I released my grasp and soothed the burning skin with my lapping tongue.

I raised myself onto my knees. A pleased smile came to my lips as I surveyed her writhing form. Her eyes stabbed me with the demand to return, and she tempted me by slowly unveiling her other mound, pristine white except for a delectable pink flush, coaxing me to render it as excited as its twin.

But first, before I forget, I must give credit where it is due. I removed my heated gaze from her enticing shape, and grabbed my mobile phone and a calling card from my jeans pocket. As a voice came over the phone, I introduced myself, and said thank you for the wonderful hamburger dessert, making me smile privately at the pleasant repast it had engendered. And as I looked at Kristen beneath me, I said with all sincerity, “They’re just so beautiful.”

Manip Photo by robstenwellwisher aka ATK reader sabrina tt

Lorna Lopez aka ATwilightKiss Notes

Thanks A comment from ATK reader missie about the hamburger desserts in Jackson Rathbone’s party inspired this diary entry.

He seriously does like hamburgers! Haha! Maybe he ate up Kristen and then ate the cakes…mmm Anyway, he’s very sweet!

Hansel and Gretel Fairy Tale Missie’s comment reminded of the story of Hansel and Gretel for some strange reason, which, when coupled with the naughtier context of the word eating… Okay, I didn’t go that far… Yet.

A Real Mobile Phone Conversation The call at the end is based on the account of the hamburger dessert maker from Deliciously Yours Cakes

That night at about 2:30am Sara got a mysterious call from an unknown number which turned out to be Robert Pattinson himself, telling us how “beautiful” our cupcakes were! What a sweet guy! Totally the icing on the cake!!

Breast Cancer Awareness Month Incidentally, this post was published on 06 October 2009, and since the breast is featured prominently in this story, I thought it fitting to point out that it is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

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