13 Nov


He made her feel alive.

His attention was like a spotlight. Intense, vivid, incredibly bright.

It transformed her. Her beauty became breathtaking, her curves more exquisite, her skin softer, clearer, more smooth. She glowed.

It illuminated her and in its radiance she shone back. She blazed with a deep, wild, exotic sensuality. She gleamed with sex. She was dazzling.

It warmed her. Its wild, adoring heat made her special, unique, magical. It lifted her out of the ordinary where she had consigned herself.  It raised her onto the high platform of his heady admiration.

It aroused her. It drew out her desire, summoned up her yearning, released the ache that had almost lost itself somewhere in the core of her being…

But she let him go.

Somehow she imagined that the light would stay.

And for a while she did bathe in the dying afterglow.

Then there was only its pale glare in the distance.

Brief flashes touched her skies.

She shivered in the new darkness.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from Jeremy Shane


Posted by on November 13, 2013 in D/s, Lovers Past, Still Life


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20 responses to “Spotlight

  1. bcrcrider

    November 13, 2013 at 5:57 pm

    Your ability to capture the truth of the feelings is incredible!


  2. Desiree G

    November 13, 2013 at 5:58 pm

    And therein lies her true punishment.


  3. b.l. ronan

    November 13, 2013 at 6:15 pm

    The build. The cascading warmth of such sublime attention. Perfectly executed. And powerfully stripped away. Exceptional.


  4. G

    November 13, 2013 at 8:04 pm

    Wow, this is just what I needed to read to turn my mood around a bit. I’m pointing in the right direction now, thank you.


  5. genuinesubgirl

    November 13, 2013 at 8:20 pm

    Fabulous! Thank you sharing the beauty and emotion of your words.


  6. dievca

    November 13, 2013 at 11:36 pm

    A good reminder for dievca not to let Master (or the Romantic Dominant’s blog) go~


  7. sharronkelley

    November 14, 2013 at 5:43 pm

    I feel sad for her…if I met her, I would ask her why she let Him go


  8. phatyma

    November 15, 2013 at 2:39 pm

    its almost…as if…you wrote about me…but i never let him go…hes the one who let me go…:(


  9. Heartafire

    November 15, 2013 at 3:03 pm

    I feel you are a kind and gentle man who would not inflict pain on any woman other than in the most delightful way. Your writing is stunning Mr. D.


    • Romantic Dominant

      November 16, 2013 at 11:09 am

      From you Ms. Heart, that is a great compliment.
      I try my best not to be cruel.



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