Burning Bridges

11 Jun

I have been burning bridges

The days are wreathed in smoke.  I have set fire to all of the breathless, exotic nights and sensual, perfumed afternoons that might have been. I have watched the flames consume the leather and the rope, the blindfold and the whip, and the gentlest, most loving of touches on waiting skin.  I have seen desire, passion, submission and romance evaporate in the heat.

I have witnessed the end of the dance, and of the dancing.  The movement and the rhythm smoulder sullenly in the ashes.  I can still taste charcoal and sorrow in my mouth.

There is no return to the dark, decadent, gorgeous place where I once was a lover, and a master.  There is no going forward into the surrendering arms of yearning women whose ache resonates with my own.

These sacrifices have purified me.  For the first time in more years than I care to remember, I am clean.

I am going home.


Posted by on June 11, 2012 in Lovers Past, Wears my ring


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20 responses to “Burning Bridges

  1. Ms.C

    June 11, 2012 at 8:08 pm

    Powerful and touching words.


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 11, 2012 at 9:47 pm

      Too kind. Thanks for reading


  2. mlbk7

    June 11, 2012 at 10:05 pm

    Oh no do not go Master….she will miss his songs and the way he makes her dance. My heart is breaking. She needs him.


  3. D

    June 12, 2012 at 10:29 am

    A watershed moment. Go well, friend.


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 12, 2012 at 3:13 pm

      Thank you. It is time to settle down to a future that is harmonious, supportive and companionable – albeit a celibate one.
      Although it will never be without fantasy, longing and unattainable beauty. I write. The words are in my soul.


  4. beauty's surrender

    June 13, 2012 at 7:33 pm

    Beautiful. elegant and wonderfully powerful. Your writing is intoxicating.


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 13, 2012 at 9:35 pm

      Thank you. Beaming


  5. Evelyn

    June 13, 2012 at 8:49 pm

    so many painful posts lately…


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 13, 2012 at 9:36 pm

      This one is not painful.
      And I am happy.
      Lovely to see you


  6. mlbk7

    June 19, 2012 at 4:31 pm

    Yes. Burn no more bridges.
    See my avatar for details.


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 19, 2012 at 7:20 pm

      Smiles. You are indeed far away


      • mlbk7

        June 19, 2012 at 7:28 pm

        Oh no …UK . oceans
        Away pen pals perhaps
        Or maybe I ‘ll just


        • Romantic Dominant

          June 19, 2012 at 7:57 pm

          Indeed. Oceans


  7. mybhumi

    September 1, 2012 at 6:41 pm

    ahh, dilemmas when does it ever end? you think you have an answer now, but then…


    • Romantic Dominant

      September 2, 2012 at 7:53 am

      Perspective shifts like sand

      Thank you for reading


  8. loneyheart

    October 26, 2012 at 5:00 pm

    i am not sure if it is the bridges i have burnt or my own flesh that is left scorched by the flames.
    I want to go home, but there is no passion there, no fire, only gentle calmness and a roommate who was once my heart and soul. I lost the lover in him.


  9. lesliemeeks

    April 20, 2014 at 12:35 am

    I’ve read nearly all the blogs in this series. They are all utterly mind blowing, powerful, beautiful, sad and most of all overwhelming. If I were a lover, my head would be spinning with none other than sadness. Who wins in the end?


    • Romantic Dominant

      April 20, 2014 at 10:27 am

      Smiling. It is not about winning and losing. And there is always an end. One must accept it. And focus on the joy of the moment. Live for now, love for now.



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