Originally posted to Sex Kitten.net.

I know you want to read that Gracie and I made out. Gracie even expects that’s what we should write and pretend that happens. It wouldn’t happen that way, not outside of fantasy. I’ve been through the questioning what I like thing and I like men, men who obey with a smile. Not a sissy smile but a knowing smile. So, no, Gracie and I will not get together and make out like cyber bunnies.

We would talk. We do have some…. interesting conversations online. We talk about men, sex, feminism, online dating, BDSM, fetishes and we talk about regular life and stress and running websites and how are tricks?

Gracie and I don’t agree about everything. She’s been annoyed with me and I’ve been politely Canadian to her.

Do men really think women just talk about men and sex, or is that just wishful thinking?

Some of our best conversations, about sex and related things, have been about fetishes. Gracie, being the actual professional and myself being more of a hobbyist, we don’t have the same perspective but we do find most of the same things funny.

“Gracie, what do you really think about sex with dogs?” I ask. It was a serious question. I’m not a dog lover but I have to admit the fetish interests me as a fantasy.

“You’re not doing it with my dogs.” Gracie says.

“I wasn’t asking. Besides, I’m allergic to animals and I really don’t like dogs. I don’t think the fantasy would work out so well in reality. Dog slobber… ick!”

Gracie doesn’t reply for awhile. Possibly she has gone for a cigarette break. I don’t smoke, I just make coffee. So I type in a “gone for coffee” note and then forget to actually go make the coffee while I check email. Sure enough, Gracie is back before I’ve read much email.

“Dog slobber? That’s really what you would worry about? What about…dog parts?” I can hear her snort of disgust and ridicule from here.

“Well that’s part of the fantasy, isn’t it? Strange, thick cocks and penetration by something less than human. Why do you think these crazy fetishes work best as a fantasy when you’re alone in bed and want a good orgasm so you can fall asleep?”

“I have a man for that.” Gracie does, in fact, have an app.. I mean, man for that.

“Men get in the way of a really good orgasm. I have that blue, or is it purple…? thing for that. The one they paid me with instead of actual money. I bring it out once in awhile. Seems I should use it at least some times. I don’t use it for dog fantasies though.”

“Dragons?”, asks Gracie.

“Only once, so far. I did find a site that sells dragon dicks though. They were too expensive for me but a lot of fun to imagine. They had all kinds of shapes and sizes and colours too. Some of them actually squirted.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t find a way to get them to send you one.”

“Well, I thought that was a bit too extreme. But I did like the science of it.”

(To be continued, maybe).

Originally posted to Sex Kitten.net.

I’ve known Gracie a long time. We’ve yet to meet face to face but there have been a lot of laughs and late night conversations over the years. Some day we will get together and my Prince will come and pigs will fly and so on. But, of all those, I think chances are good Gracie and I will manage to be at the same place at the same time. Eventually.

I can imagine how that will be. A winter day I think. Just a personal preference. Snow included but not a blizzard, more like one of those lazy, drifting snowflake kind of days. You might think you were inside a snowglobe, that kind of day.

Although a real meeting would be in a coffee shop or something practical like that, for this story we should meet somewhere unique. I’d say a sex toy shop but Gracie would out do me there. I’d be asking her what this is and what that was for and she’d tell me. As educational as that would be, I’m not sure I want her laughing at me when it’s far more fun to laugh with her.

So… we would have to meet at a bar. I know that sounds pretty ordinary to a lot of people. But, I can count the number of bars I have been in on one hand. So for me it would be fun without the background of marital aids. Plus, we could talk about the men.

We have different tastes and styles. For one thing, I’m Canadian and I like science fiction, romance, Domming and I don’t like swearing. Gracie is… not me. Gracie can fill in all those blanks for you, if she chooses. I’d rather not speak for her, too much. (We already know how great I am at keeping secrets).

Anyway, there we would meet, in the bar. Likely it would be in her town as I like to travel and I don’t have a lot of obligations to get out of he way before I pack up and head for the bus. I like bus travel, it lets you think and really feel the “getting away from it all”.

I’d know Gracie right away, of course. She’d be the one sitting there with a red dress and fangs. No, she doesn’t have fangs, not really. But, you did wonder for a moment didn’t you? Even without the fake fangs, I’d know Gracie. She’d have a smirk, a smart ass smirk.

To be continued… by Gracie (or possibly me if Gracie thinks this was another of my silly ideas).

The Rain at Night by Darla Darling

I love the rain at night.

The sky is so dark and slick looking. Just a little thunder and lightening. The big storm has passed and now the rain just soaks down from the sky.

I like the raindrops running down your bare skin. You’re so white in some places.

Your hair is plastered to your scalp and you are wet right through now. I bet you’re cold too.

“Pirouette boy!” I call out to you.

Putting your arms over your head you turn a circle around. I can see the mud squishing between your toes.

“On your tippy toes, like a ballerina!”

“Now hop a bit, put a bit of a skip into it!”. I laugh quietly. There is humiliation and then just plain meanness. You won’t like it if I’m laughing at you. But, there isn’t a lot sexy about a naked man hopping in the rain. The rain itself though…. I love the rain at night.

You’re cold, wet and I think your lips look on the blue side of pale. Another minute…. but not more than that.

I pull a hot towel out of the dryer and bring it with me out into the rain. I get a few photographs of the rain, the darkness and your wet skin. This is the turn on for me. Not your suffering, or your humiliation. Those are the things you want. I wanted the sensation of the rain, the sensuality of the drops running down your skin, through your hair and your breath in the night sky.

I’m quick, snap, click and a small adjustment of your pose for a last photo of your wet face up close.

I wrap you in the warm towel and lead you to the sliding glass door and the heat and light of the indoors.

I stay outside, by myself and play in the rain. I photograph the sky, up there far into the darkness. How far can the camera see? How many raindrops will be in the photo, captured in that blink of a lens?  I want to catch the rain on film before it’s all gone.

You come out, all dry and warm now. You’re wearing your rain coat this time and under it I know you will be dressed in your soft flannel workshirt and worn jeans. Your feet are in Wellingtons now, shiny with rain.

I love your smile as you wrap me up in a big hug and the worn, old quilt from our bed.

“Come inside now.” You say. Your voice is soft, almost a whisper for a man. It’s sexy and you’re warm and sexier now too. I don’t mind leaving the rain behind.

Originally posted to Sex Kitten, October, 2014.  Hot Flash Fiction Friday: The Rain at Night

It is interesting to read about a man who wants to share his slutty stories with random women met via Craigslist. Not likely he is the only one, maybe it's something new that is working for some of them. But, I don't have a lot of faith in his stories when he does not seem to have a basic knowledge of female anatomy. Or, did not take the time off wanking to proofread. Still, it's the thought that counts. But, no, I didn't ask to read them.

Why did Witches ever get the reputation for turning men into frogs when they would make much better dogs?

Does this tempt you?

I admit I like the idea of "making" him wear the tail. I'd have him drinking out of his own dog bowl and sleeping on a blanket on the floor.

I don't want a real dog (I'm allergic to them) so this is my idea of having a dog for a pet.

Of course, the reality never quite lives up to the fantasy. So, I would have to actually do the experiment before I can verify the results. At the moment though... I am thinking up more ways to play with a man puppy dog.