“Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.”
—Ray Bradbury
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Today's Prompt:
Worst outcome for your blind date.
Regina's 15 minutes of creative writing:
I stared across the bar and again considered my luck. Aggie was beautiful, hazel green eyes that sparkled and crinkled when she laughed. She had full lips that smiled easily and one slightly crooked tooth that made her almost human. Sharp black bangs cut across her forehead like an axe blade, and shining dark hair lay in perfectly flat panels on either side of her lovely face.
I couldn’t believe it – no blind date is supposed to go this smoothly.
“Did you want to come over for a whiskey by the fire?” She dropped her eyes when she asked me, lowering sooty lashes across pale cheeks that lit with a pink glow of a blush as she toyed with the straw in her glass.
My hand paused mid tap as I paid for the bill – less tip, as she insisted on paying that in cash. The waiter’s eyes widened slightly as they met mine, and he gave me a surreptitious, but no less subtle slide of his eyes that definitely said, “Dude, if you don’t do this, I am going to.”
I felt a surge of defensiveness, almost jealousy at his expression. I tapped the card down far harder than necessary. The machine gave an annoyed bleep, then I handed it back to the fuckwit in the tuxedo shirt and turned my full attention to Aggie.
“I’d like that.” My voice came out husky and dark and I silently thanked the gods that it hadn’t cracked or done something ridiculous in front of the now defeated waiter. Take that, Romeo.
Aggie’s smile lit the table brighter than the guttering candle flame in the midst of the dimly lit bar. She slid her curvy figure from the tall table, her black kitten heels clicking down on the dark hardwood. I admired how her black blouse clung to her breasts, how the wide belt cinched in her waist above the generous curves of that ass... good God that ass.. I had almost lost it when she came around the corner. The girl had an ass worth grabbing and holding onto for the rest of my life.
I shook my head to clear the fog of madness threatening to drown me. This was a first date, for fuck sakes, Kenty-Boy! Just cuz your ‘could have been’ fiancé ran off with the gardener not three months ago, the ring still in its box in your bedside table – masochist – doesn't mean you need to lock down the next woman you see.
I forced my arms into my jacket, tightened my scarf around my neck and stepped out into the cold behind her, my eyes locked on the oceanic like sway of her hips.
We walked in silence, each huddled against the bitter wind, under a tree that shook big fat splashes of icy water onto our exposed necks, then Aggie reached out and slipped her hand into the crook of my arm.
“This way,” she said, tipping her head down a dark alley. I hesitated, not liking the horror movie like flicker of the street light at the far end of the alley.
‘Ummm.. Do you walk this way home often?” I didn't want to be a wuss, but I was 5’9 165lbs – wiry and smart, but my one and only fight had been in 5th grade over Sandy Kentucky, and Bart Kleeger had punched me straight in the face. I hit the ground like a felled tree, burst into tears and had been called “Sniffles” till grad. I knew books, I knew movies, I knew Star Trek – I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do if someone jumped us in a dark alley.
“Of course, silly,” She laughed, and the shadows seemed a little less threatening. “This is a shortcut.” Her beautiful eyes searched my face, and I watched that luscious mouth tighten. She leaned in close, and I tried hard not to sniff her hair – she smelled like springtime and something smoky, dangerous. “Wanna hold my taser?” She cracked open her purse and showed me a squared off box, a little bigger than a cell phone, with two metal prongs poking out of one end. I felt my mouth drop open and glanced up to meet her mischievous gaze.
“Why do you have a taser?” was all I could think to ask.
She laughed, a sound like bells ringing and my guts went warm. I wanted to watch her laugh naked, all flushed and rumpled, exhausted after hours of fucking, glowing in the firelight. I blinked and tried to tamp down on the rush of blood to my dick.
She shrugged slightly. “I don’t like guns.” Then she took my hand and pulled me into the shadows
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See you tomorrow!
With Love,
Regina Grimm is the author of erotic fairytales written for the uninhibited readers 18+.
Check out my books:
Snow White and the Wicked Curse: Chapter 1
Snow White and the Vicious Curse: Chapter 2
Snow White and the Seven Thieves: Chapter 3
The final chapter, Snow White and the Poisoned Apple.
Prefer to read the whole story at once? Grab your copy of Snow: The Complete Erotic Series now! All five books available now in ebook and paperback.
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With Love,
Check out her books:
Snow White and the Wicked Queen: Chapter 1
Snow White and the Vicious Curse: Chapter 2
Snow White and the Seven Thieves: Chapter 3
Snow White and the Poisoned Apple: The Final Chapter
Prefer to read the whole story at once? Grab your copy of Snow: The Complete Erotic Series now! All five books are available now as ebooks and paperbacks. Coming soon in Large Print format!
2nd edition coming 2025!
