Still write

13 Nov

We still write.

Regular e-mails.

Sometimes full of friendly, subtle, meaningful innuendo.

I imagine her tall and elegant beauty gliding through her world of media and public relations.  I hear her clear-as-cut-glass perfect English voice pouring like liquid honey from her painted lips. I sense her sharp intelligence crafting clever words from clumsy scripts.  I see her almost familiar television face – her impossibly blue eyes framed by a striking shock of short, natural-blonde. curly hair.  I read her witty and instructive blog and shake my head with admiration.

We still write.

Welcome missives.

Sometimes full of hungry, wanton, dirty desire.

We tease each other with our dark needs.  She flirts outrageously, dangerously, delectably.  I suggest the endless possibilities that I know will take – and in the past have taken – her breath away.  We conjure up memories and paint them for each other in vivid colours that slide into delicious dark decadence. We know that we are equidistant from the capital city, each a rattling train journey away from one another and D/s bliss.

Yet we still only write.



Photograph stolen from Vanguard 1219


Posted by on November 13, 2012 in Erotica, Lovers Past


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11 responses to “Still write

  1. Maggie Carpenter

    November 13, 2012 at 8:56 pm

    Before our electronic age, lovers – potential or otherwise – would scribble notes carried by messengers on horseback. Secreted away in hidden drawers they would be read and re-read and responded to with heartfelt longings and thoughts. ‘Twas not so easy then, and yet they would go to great lengths to relate that which filled their hearts.

    Email has replaced pen and paper and is as expeditious as the blink of an eye, but still offers our soul that which it craves; the connection that allows us to conjure up and share our decadent and loving thoughts, so we are able to walk through our days at least somewhat satisfied.

    That the physical is not shared is a deep sigh in our life – but there is safety in distance.


    • Romantic Dominant

      November 13, 2012 at 10:39 pm

      What has changed is speed and the demand for instant gratification. And yet the desire conjured by the pen and the imagination was as sharp as any of inspired today – perhaps more so because dreams are often more compelling than reality.

      And yes. There is safety in distance. But life is not a rehearsal.


  2. Bad Penny

    November 14, 2012 at 1:03 am

    Wrapped in the safety-net of a computer screen, or an envelope matters little, when a heart needs that net to catch it. Sometimes just the words on a page are enough to get us through the next step in life, even if we’re to walk it alone.

    Life not being a rehearsal probably makes the safety all that more necessary for me, kept as far as the internet will reach, until convinced otherwise.

    Thank you for sharing this journey with all of us.


    • Romantic Dominant

      November 15, 2012 at 7:44 pm

      Ah. Be brave.

      It is no hardship for me share. It is only for the reader to endure.


  3. Shoujiki Jester

    November 14, 2012 at 6:53 am

    When the witty depths just seem over laced..sometimes it’s more seeded to admit complete understanding. I remember “this” place, quite well in hearts eye.


  4. tsena

    December 16, 2012 at 7:50 pm

    oh….this is so gorgeous, every word is just perfect. wow.


  5. Leslie Meeks

    June 28, 2015 at 5:12 pm

    It’s good that you can still keep in touch.

    Liked by 1 person


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