For Tempting Tuesday #2

No date that ends with time travel can really turn out all that well, aside from Doctor Who.

Jake argued he discovered the secret of time travel and could prove it. I said I'd finish my latte and we could talk. So we did.  Then we went to his place. I didn' t know he was taking me into his future place.

It was very weird to make love with two of the same men at different ages. Afterwards Jake and I visited my past.  Jake said his future self preferred much younger women. The old pervert!

Tempting Tuesday - The second writing prompt will be…

First dates. Tomorrow I have a first date and I've got all my usual hang ups, fears and doubts packed up nice and tidy. I'm hoping for good things but not expecting the world. Well, not even... I'm hoping for everything but not putting on all the pressure of admitting I really want all that much.

Write a short story (very short, less than 100 words) about a first date. 

I moved my blog to Divorce Darling awhile ago.

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. See more on Divorce Darling each week, on Tuesday.

A writing prompt challenge for erotica writers, adult content writers in fiction or non-fiction and sex bloggers.

Each Tuesday I will post a word. You write the story, 300 words or less, inspired by the word. Take your first flash of idea and run with it. Leave a link in the post comments each week so I (and others who try the challenge) can read what you have written. Find inspiration, new writers and new readers too.

Writing erotica isn’t as easy as putting the words together to get the job done. Inspiration is important. So is passion and intimacy. Erotica writers need to feel something for their work, to bring feeling, emotion and lust into it. Without passion erotica is dry, wank material, about as amazing as any other routine task you do because it has to get done.

Wank Wednesday is gone now. I had linked to it and found it the first time the link stopped working, but now the domain is parked/ for sale. I started Tempting Tuesday with the idea I could give erotica and non-fiction adult writers something to inspire them to creative writing (non-fiction is creative too). I want to keep that going.

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

I'm watching TV... not really paying much attention to it.

My little man brings in the coffee. He's wearing that cute little apron we found last week. That's all he's wearing. I watch his bare feet, then up along the backs of his legs to his butt cheeks as he walks away, off to do the laundry.

Weekends are nice, when you're a Domme. What new little torment can I think of for my little man...?

I hear the washing machine start up. Then the clothes dryer starts up. I like the smell of fresh dried clothes and how nice and warm they are when they first come out of the machine.

"Little man...?" I call to him.

His head pops around the doorway, ""Yes, Madam."

"Bring those towels from the dryer, here."

In a minute he is back with the towels, not yet folded. I press one to my face, so warm and soft. There are not half a dozen towels in the pile, but I only need one more. No point in making him re-wash all of them.

Standing up, I take off my shirt, slip my pants down to my ankles and step out of them. From the bottom of the pile, I pull out the warmest towel and set it down on the couch behind me, spread out. Before I sit down I pull off my panties. When I sit down I feel the warm towel on my butt cheeks, it's soothing and comfortable.

"Kneel before me, boy."

He does, his face looking hopeful. His breathing has changed, but I'm pretty sure he hasn't noticed all these little things about himself. His eyes are on my boobs, the only part of me still clothed.

I smile at him then lean forward to kiss him and give his bottom lip a little bite. "Unfasten my bra."

I flip my hair forward, making sure it brushes his face and chest. His hands are sure and quick at the hook and eyes behind me. I hold the front of my bra rather than let it fall off too easily. Leaning back I smirk up at him as I wiggle myself forward inching my hips to the end of the couch. He has to back up before my knees push him away.

"This towel is so nice and warm on my bum. Feel my bum."

His hands start on my knees, one on each side. He slides his hands down my thighs, his fingertips gradually slipping lower until he is cupping my hips. "You feel very nice." He says.

"My boobies are a bit cold." I whisper.

"May I kiss them?" He asks.

"Not yet. Open my legs and kneel between my thighs."

He knows what to do, what I want. His hands slide back up to my knees, on the outside of my thighs. At my knees his fingers slip between my knees, pushing them apart slightly. Then he runs his hands up along the inside of my thighs, gently pushing my legs apart. I'm already wet and I know he can smell and see how much I'm enjoying this. I relax back against the couch, letting my thighs fall open farther.

"Now you can kiss my boobies."

I know this is not exactly what he wanted at that moment. The flicker of disappointment on his face makes me laugh quietly.

My bra is removed, but he holds back a moment, admiring the curves of my breasts and my nipples. He presses his face between my breasts, kissing the valley before moving to the peaks. I pretend not to notice his hands, placed on top of my thighs with his thumbs just brushing the lips of my pussy. The almost there touches are making me want more.

By now he is kissing and sucking one breast and then the other. He makes those funny little noises and I can see the apron has started to tent out in front of him.

"Stop." He freezes in place. "Lean back so I can see you, lift your apron so I can see your cock."

Reluctantly he removes his hands from me and lifts his apron. "Should I take it off?"

"No. It looks cute covering your happy, little cock." He lets the apron fall. "What may I do for you now, Madam?"

"You may kiss and lick my pussy and suck on my clit."

"Thank you, Madam."

"You're welcome." It really is nice being a Domme on the weekends.