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Never, ever.

31 Jul

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They have escaped.

Their bolt-hole, far beyond the cities, out of reach of the railway, along narrow roads of high wind-swept hedges. Where the sea is always cold and clean and the air is fresh; mewing with gulls and tangy with salt on the rugged coast.

Where their walls are stone and two feet thick, the floors wood and slate, the same reassuring grey as the roofs and the sky when it is brooding. Where there is no telephone, no broadband, almost no connectivity in the ether. Where work has been left far behind and any lover is out of reach.

They are easy together. They have grown as close as blood family over the many years of knowing. They are silent often, contentedly sharing each others’ thoughts. They read, listen to music, walk for miles across the wild countryside, laugh at the same things. They eat and drink well. Expensively and healthily. He writes. She designs.

She is tall, elegant, slim, intelligent, shy and blonde. He is taller, silver, long-limbed, distinctive, creative, with friendly but sometimes piercing eyes.  They are a well matched couple.

But they never, ever fuck.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Anne Magill

 
22 Comments

Posted by on July 31, 2013 in Wears my ring

 

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22 responses to “Never, ever.

  1. primalnights

    July 31, 2013 at 8:54 pm

    Worst case scenario!

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  2. emmylgant

    July 31, 2013 at 10:12 pm

    Powerful use of words there my friend. Beautifully crafted piece where the underlying ache is so familiar it becomes a friend.

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  3. Heartafire

    August 1, 2013 at 1:02 am

    They do not arouse each other anymore, yet the bond is unbreakable.

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  4. vishalbheeroo

    August 1, 2013 at 7:04 am

    It’s a beautiful one. they love yet don’t evoke any physicality:)

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  5. pivoine68

    August 1, 2013 at 4:47 pm

    Fucking is overrated anyways. 😉

    Bises,
    Dawn

    PS: Is this place where you have been hiding? Not being connected feels good once you get used to it. (again.)

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  6. janineyork

    August 19, 2013 at 12:46 am

    It is the great dilemma of my life. Love is wonderful, in all of its’ forms. I had this kind of love for many years. It was comfortable, but left me wanting. I wanted it all. I gave the comfort of it up, and took a chance on having the friendship, (blood family connection), and the lust as well. I am still alone haha. I have had one or the other, but rarely both. I am still searching, and I will die alone if I do not find both. I did not want to die with the “what if?” left in my soul. A girl can dream right?

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    • Romantic Dominant

      August 19, 2013 at 6:45 pm

      Indeed. A girl can dream. I took a different path. I kept the love and found lust outside it – sometimes with love too. It has not been perfect, but I have not regretted it.

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      • mrmodigliani

        October 29, 2013 at 3:19 pm

        Romantic Dominant, I was referred by someone to your blog. I saw your comment to janineyork and can relate exactly to your reply to her. It is a dilemma.

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  7. sharronkelley

    January 13, 2014 at 3:06 pm

    This is old, I know, but I couldn’t resist clicking on “wears my ring.” It evokes a variety of memories and pain.

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  8. iseult

    May 11, 2014 at 1:57 pm

    Ah. Now I see what I had suspected, being new to your notebook.

    I like your words, your lyricism, your honesty and your courage. I’m enjoying completing the narrative gaps…or trying to.

    Thank you. You’re inspiring me.

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