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

I posted this to Literotica in 2002. They modified it, making the submissive male 18 in order to make it clear this was an adult story. I disagreed with the change. The man I wrote the story for was actually 36 and making him 18 turned the story into something kind of gross for me. I asked them to not publish the story at all but, Literotica ignored me. So this was the one and only story I posted to the site. I'm surprised that the site seems to be defunct now. Just a collection of old content.

One Wet Afternoon by SpiritoftheNight

18-year-old Chris was bored. Outside the rain beat down on the sloppy looking snow, melting it all away one flake at a time. The snowman he had made a few days ago looked like a forgotten science experiment. The head had fallen an hour ago, the body was listing to the left, only a shovel held it up. Of course, the whole thing was shrunken and pitted now. Chris thought of people who collected shrunken heads and wondered if anyone ever collected shrunken snowmen. Keeping them would require serious planning. Some sort of a freezer that wouldn't dry them out, he decided. 

"Chris, did you get out there and shovel the path yet?" His Governess called from the den where she was working on his computer.

"It's raining. I don't want to go out." He called back.

"Too bad. Get dressed and get started. You wouldn't want anyone to slip on the path. I just heard it is going to get a lot colder this afternoon. All that rain will be ice by then. You need to clean it up now and put down some salt too." …more

I moved my blog to Divorce Darling awhile ago.

Now I decided to write a weekly writing prompt for adult writers, erotica writers and sex bloggers.  It happens to be Tuesday today so let's call it Tempting Tuesday. This post is just an announcement. See more on Divorce Darling each week, on Tuesday.

The first writing prompt will be...

There's a fly in the room. Not just on the wall, like a spectator, but actually buzzing around and making a pest of itself. Write an erotic scene, including an annoying fly. 

He wanted everything to be perfect. After endless months of searching, hoping and personal ads... he had found a Domme. A real Domme. A woman who understood his needs, a woman he could serve. A woman who didn't expect to be paid for letting him serve her.

One minute before the hour he unlocked his front door, stripped off his clothes and knelt down at the door. He had already measured out the distance he needed to be so the door wouldn't knock into him when she opened it. He trembled in anticipation. Would she use all his toys? Maybe she'd lock him in chastity tonight, their first night even? How exciting that would be. So under her control, deep into submission and so fully at her mercy.

At exactly the hour the door opened, there she was... but, this wasn't right! Where was the black leather? Where were the stiletto heels? She wasn't even holding a whip. It looked like just a purse... a brown, beat up looking purse. Was she going to change now that she was here?

He said nothing, just bowed low, pushing his nose into the carpet. Subservient, properly submissive. Waiting for her command. …more