28 Oct

There are such special moments.

There is that gorgeous, delicious, delicate, exquisitely hung moment when he slowly tugs down the zip at the back of her strapless dress and begins to peel it from her like a warm, second skin.

He has already fastened the blindfold for the first time about her pretty head.  He has run the sharp pin wheel so tenderly over the divine surface of her perfect face and, as lightly as a tingling feather, across her full, pouting lips. Her nerve endings are alive and electric with its touch.

He has already run his long, slender fingers through her hair, and caressed her beautiful bare shoulders and her elegant neck, easily coaxing a sweet rose flush to climb into her throat.

He has already run his hands over her body through the sheer fabric of her dress, gliding over her curves,  making her nipples harden and increasing the hungry heat between her parted thighs.

And now, at this holy stage when he was started to unwrap her, he pauses and smiles.  A shiver of raw, sensual, erotic expectation dances like a cool fire through his body.

He loves this moment.  When she has given herself to him. When everything is to be discovered.  Everything is possible, Everything is to be done.

He lets the dress fall in a dark, perfumed circle at her stiletto-heeled feet.

Her initiation has begun.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph stolen from Miss Vulpine


Posted by on October 28, 2012 in D/s, Erotica


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31 responses to “Initiation

  1. Kindred_Hearts

    October 28, 2012 at 7:36 pm

    I long for the initiation.


  2. Amanda, his Submissive alone

    October 28, 2012 at 8:24 pm

    These words are exactly what it feels like, thank you! Tears in my eyes remembering, the best is yet to come!


  3. loneyheart

    October 28, 2012 at 8:26 pm

    i can only sit and close my eyes and imagine such a moment. To know that man who should be aware that he has me at a fingertips length, if only he would reach out.


    • Romantic Dominant

      October 29, 2012 at 9:12 pm

      Then he is fortunate indeed.


      • loneyheart

        October 29, 2012 at 9:46 pm

        fortunate yes. but only if he would posess the wisdome and desire to take that which he owns.
        Posession of the heart and posession of the body do not always come attatched.


  4. mlbk7

    October 28, 2012 at 8:37 pm

    I love seduction; Instant wetness….If indeed, if I ever kept a little black book you would be on the first page. So instead I will keep you in my iphone. Just in case you ever get the wanderlust. Smiles… M.


  5. ktz2

    October 29, 2012 at 12:11 am

    I only wish it were me!. . .you seduce us with your words, Sir. . .


  6. Shoujiki Jester

    October 30, 2012 at 3:14 am



  7. Joseph McNamara

    October 30, 2012 at 5:44 pm

    The “Holy Stage” set by these words are indeed a true testament to the pulse of what it is to surrender………… Powerful, confident, and sensually embracing……….


    • Amanda, his Submissive alone

      October 30, 2012 at 5:53 pm

      “to the pulse of what it is to surrender…” I adore this phrase.
      To some extent the power, sensuality, confidence are always there but that first moment of being
      in the same space together, expectations, the unknown, anything & everything beginging…oh my goodness.


    • Romantic Dominant

      October 30, 2012 at 9:21 pm

      Thank you – and for reading.


  8. gemini

    October 30, 2012 at 10:21 pm

    a wonderful moment for both….


  9. mirabella

    November 27, 2012 at 4:28 am

    Reblogged this on una tentazi one and commented:
    waiting… watching… wanting… anticipation that is voyeur’s poetry


  10. suzisummer

    November 30, 2013 at 11:50 pm

    I found myself holding my breath as my heart raced with anticipation..



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