16 Jun


It was some years ago.

A hot, sultry, starless night in Barcelona.

I had employed her, without meeting her. as a tour guide. She shepherded around a disparate, sweating group of international conference delegates, filling their admiring heads with Gaudi and Picasso.

I was infatuated with her from the moment she held out a tiny hand in greeting. She was barely five foot tall, had unexpectedly green eyes and thick raven-black hair. It hung and shimmered down to the small of her back.

Her name was Mercedes.

That evening I persuaded her to join me for a meal at what is supposed to be the oldest restaurant in Barcelona. You may know it, on one of the small alleys off that run off La Ramblas. We were hidden away in  a small corner amongst the ancient brickwork and the age-and-smoke-blackened beams.

We ate fat, charcoal-grilled gambas, spicy patatas bravas, salted bacalao, and champinines al ajillo. We drank a heavily-oaked, sun-soaked Rioja.

We fell in love for the evening.

I bought her a rose from a gypsy woman who was moving from table to table. She winked at us as she took my currency.

Laughing, Mercedes placed the scarlet rose between her teeth. Her eyes flashed as she tossed back her head and ran her hands through her lovely hair. A thorn on the stem pressed itself into her beautiful lower lip and beaded it with crimson drops.

I kissed her then, in the flickering light of the candle, cupping her sweet face with my hand.

Sometimes, even now, when I drink a particularly heavy Rioja, I can still taste her blood in my mouth,

Tangy, metallic and special.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from Alazay





Posted by on June 16, 2013 in Uncategorized


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32 responses to “Mercedes

  1. Heartafire

    June 16, 2013 at 9:52 pm

    Beyond beautiful!


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 17, 2013 at 11:11 pm

      Thank you lovely H


      • Heartafire

        June 18, 2013 at 1:30 am

        Miss you at Heart….


        • Romantic Dominant

          June 19, 2013 at 10:28 am

          I have been remiss on reading, even favourite blogs.


          • Heartafire

            June 19, 2013 at 1:43 pm

            I know you are probably very busy. I do look forward to seeing you at Heart. take care, Mr. D.


  2. emmylgant

    June 16, 2013 at 10:09 pm

    Gorgeous. Oh yes.


  3. Master's Slave

    June 16, 2013 at 10:22 pm

    Rioja wines, blends of various grape tinto, blanco and rosado. From soil based of clay, chalk and iron, of limestone, sandstone and alluvial silt. As it matures, not unlike love, It begins to balance finding hints of fruitfulness, acidity and aroma to the blending of beautifully added body, aroma and wonderful flavor to its life. Lovely.


  4. Marian Green

    June 16, 2013 at 11:06 pm

    Oh to have been one of your women… just for the pleasure of having something like this written about one’s self.


    • Kayla Lords

      June 16, 2013 at 11:55 pm

      I agree completely…just for one evening would be enough…well, probably not enough, but I can only imagine it would be heaven…


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 17, 2013 at 11:13 pm

      I am sure it can be arranged



  5. thesacredroad

    June 17, 2013 at 12:36 am

    I can picture it, breathe it, taste it. as ever in awe of your brush. X


  6. mybhm

    June 17, 2013 at 1:29 am

    one of my favorite pieces, I especially like “I can still taste her blood in my mouth” wow 🙂


  7. Chatty Owl

    June 17, 2013 at 6:44 am

    Do you think she still remembers you too?


  8. abbiefoxton

    June 17, 2013 at 9:44 am

    You savour everything and we are left so satiated…


  9. sharronkelley

    June 17, 2013 at 11:03 am

    Unexpected trysts are the best kind…


  10. vishalbheeroo

    June 17, 2013 at 11:04 am

    A gem and I love it with the kiss and flower. It makes for beauty of eroticism:)


  11. rheath40

    June 17, 2013 at 7:12 pm

    Do you feel the heady rush of your heart when you remember her?


  12. carolinejuliette

    June 17, 2013 at 11:35 pm

    Lovely memory



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