Sleeping Beauty

22 Jul

Sleeping Beauty

She is sleeping

Her breathing is shallow. Her chest rises and falls. He counts the seconds and studies her for signs of waking.

There are none.

He says her name. Softly.

Again. A little louder. But still quietly. He does not really want her to stir.

He gently takes her hand in his. It is small, and soft, and cool. Her fingers lie over his. They are quiet and still. His thumb and forefinger circle her wrist. He can feel her pulse. He imagines it quickening, but he cannot be sure. He lowers her hand to the bed.

She is beautiful. Her hair is raven black against her pale skin. Her lips are perfectly formed and ruby-red. She is wearing a pure white dress that is fitted at the breast, tight at the waist, and clinging to her hips. There is a long line of small pearl buttons from the scooped collar to bottom of the hem. They beckon him like a drug.

He knows he should kiss her, rouse her from her slumber, bring her back to consciousness.

But her still and perfect form has mesmerised him, captivated him, bewitched him. He feels himself harden as he moves towards her. He murmurs her name again. His throat stifles the sound.

He reaches out and with almost trembling fingers he strokes her cheek. Her skin is warm to his touch.

She does not stir.

He carefully undoes the first of the buttons. And then another. And a third. The gorgeous swell of her breasts makes him dizzy with desire.

At the sixth button, as the material begins to peel open, he realises she is naked underneath.


She is not sleeping.

She senses him standing by the narrow bed, gazing at her. She knows his eyes are upon her, taking in every curve, and every line. She waits. And tries to control her breathing.

She focuses on keeping perfectly still.

She hears him say her name. Twice. She ignores it, forbidding her eyelids to flicker.

He picks up her hand. His sudden touch in the darkness almost makes her flinch with surprise. His fingers are long and thin. She fears he will feel her pulse race crazily as his thumb presses against her flesh. He releases her gently, and she knows.

She is certain about what is going to happen when she hears her name a third time, and it is said like a faint prayer in a hoarse and caressing whisper.

His touch upon her cheek is like fire. She almost gasps at her own arousal.

He begins to undo the buttons of her dress.



Deliciously slowly.

This is heaven.

She will not wake now.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from Quelarie83 (Serena Biagini)





Posted by on July 22, 2014 in Erotica


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29 responses to “Sleeping Beauty

  1. lesliemeeks

    July 22, 2014 at 9:55 pm

    My. God. Every woman in the world will want to be sleeping beauty, only to be undressed and caressed by her Prince Charming.

    Lucky to the ones with hair as black as a raven. Beautifully written RD.


    • Romantic Dominant

      July 22, 2014 at 9:56 pm

      They almost always have hair as black as a raven in my stories.
      Thank you.
      I am glad you enjoyed.


  2. lunargirl

    July 22, 2014 at 10:56 pm

    I have been in love with the story of sleeping beauty for as long as I can remember. I loved it as a child, told in the innocent way it always is for children. I recall very well the first time that I read it as an adult, the book was the very first erotic story I had ever read. I am sure that I finished it in one day, furthermore, I wasted no time in securing the second book of the series before the end of the week! 😉

    I love the way you have introduced it here, and honestly, what sane girl would ever want to wake up?



    • Romantic Dominant

      July 23, 2014 at 2:16 pm

      It is always good to see you. I have always loved the tale – and found it deeply erotic even as a child. The sleeping woman. Some deep kink there probably.
      Or sane man (or woman) wake her? Smiles


  3. suzisummer

    July 22, 2014 at 11:27 pm

    Reblogged this on mcnealte.


  4. Sofia

    July 22, 2014 at 11:54 pm

    I would not wake either…


  5. N.D. White

    July 23, 2014 at 1:07 am

    Reblogged this on N.D. White and commented:
    Beautiful. I love reading the words that bleed from this writer’s soul~


  6. Heartafire

    July 23, 2014 at 1:26 am

    Surely the most lovely and sensual version of Sleeping Beauty…


  7. redklwr2006 Kym

    July 23, 2014 at 3:35 am

    An exquisite interpretation of that moment


  8. vishalbheeroo

    July 23, 2014 at 7:08 am

    Tantalising. Brilliant depiction of the women and craving for love:)


  9. carolinejuliette

    July 23, 2014 at 7:40 am

    Beautifully written and seductive imagery Sir! All except for the raven hair part. 😉 lovely


  10. georgeforfun

    July 23, 2014 at 4:59 pm

    Reblogged this on georgeforfun.


  11. thepaintedladyuk

    July 23, 2014 at 6:31 pm

    Utterly beautiful!
    Heartwarming and sensual, I would have to say this is my favourite so far signore!


  12. b.l. ronan

    August 1, 2014 at 9:18 pm

    Oh yes.


  13. emmylgant

    August 3, 2014 at 6:47 pm

    Delightful and delicious. And yes, some deep kink in that fairy tale!


  14. ladymd1

    May 8, 2017 at 5:06 pm

    I think this will always be my true favourite. Stunningly evocative and truly beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person


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