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….. only the wolf

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In this season of fairytale and legend he paints himself as almost a hero.

He imagines himself snatching the poisoned apple from the rose-red lips of the raven haired princess with the snow-white skin and replacing it with an urgent kiss from his own hungry mouth.

He dreams of braving the vicious thorns of imprisoning briar to lift the unmoving but gorgeous living body of the sleeping beauty from out of her silent coffin.  To carry her to some safe and secret place and wake her with the heat of his breath upon her barely-pulsing, newly-naked throat.

He sees himself placing the glass shoe on the delicate foot of the young. innocent, badly treated servant girl and claiming her wide-eyed perfection, pulchritude, purity and submission for always.

Yet the girl he really wants – the angel in the red hooded cloak –  knows him as the dangerous creature of which her mother has warned.  He is the restless stranger with poetry in his notebook, desire in his heart, and a world of darkness in his soul.

It is true that his teeth and claws can be sharp and he has such a decadent yet eloquent hunger.

But now, in these fading days and threadbare nights, even the wolf yearns only to be loved.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph by silvestru

A long-standing, good, blog-friend of mine suggested that the retelling of my ‘…only the wolf’ tale might be an apt idea at this time of fantasy and fable, wonder and witches. So I am repeating it again, but with me also narrating the story in audio …

 
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Posted by on October 30, 2014 in D/s, Still Life

 

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Your name

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

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I spoke your name today.

I tried it in my mouth. I rolled the syllables over my tongue. I tested you upon my lips. I listened to the sound you made.

I imagined whispering softly. Quiet, eloquent poetry. Words of adoration. A gentle instruction. A firm command

I spoke your name today

You tasted like heaven in my mouth

I recited you.

Over and over.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Thomas Saliot

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Posted by on October 26, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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A Faded Romantic's Notebook

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She wonders about him….

Outside, the night is pressing inky black against the leaded window of his study. The dark has cloaked the gardens, the trees, the fields, the river, and the church with its sleeping dead. There are no lights twinkling in this secluded place. There is the bark of a fox, the noisy movements of small deer, the wild call of a hunting owl. Migrating geese, preparing. From somewhere distant a dog howls once. Further still a train makes a mournful sound.

His study is predominantly blue. A dusky, muted blue.

A high ceiling. Bare stained oak floorboards. Ultra modern technology. Two acoustic guitars wait patiently on stands. Walls rich with pictures – photographs, originals, limited editions and inexpensive prints – black and white seascapes and forests, Venice, dancers, a jazz club, a cafe, women.

He taps on a keyboard with long fingers, glancing up at the emerging…

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Posted by on October 23, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Sometimes I wake to you

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Sometimes I wake to you

Your body curled into mine. The warm press of your soft skin. Your smooth back against my chest. Your curls swallowing my breath. Your perfect arse cushioning my hardening cock. Your feet brushing against my shins. Your right hand clasping mine to your breast with slim fingers. Your sad sigh as the alarm whirrs quietly.

You nestle in closer and I know that you are smiling, and stirring, to my desire.

You murmur my name

Sometimes I wake to you.

But you are never here

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@ the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph stolen from Tuxette

 
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Posted by on October 21, 2014 in Still Life

 

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When she falls

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Dressed to Kill by Jack Vettriano

When She Falls

She has that look.

Something in the eyes.

In the line of her nose.

The tilt of her chin.

The set of her jaw.

She is bright, brave and assured.

But when she falls,

she will fall.

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She has that smile.

Something in the curve.

In the line of her mouth,

The shape of her lips.

The show of her teeth.

She is cool, collected and poised.

But when she falls,

she will fall.

She has that way.

Something in the words.

In the sweep of her thoughts.

The pride in her voice,

The ice in her veins,

She is proud, aloof and secure.

But when she falls,

she will fall.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Jack Vettriano

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Posted by on October 20, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Pearl

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

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It is strange, this on-line attraction.

An ache for someone we only know from a profile,

We judge upon few words. A carefully chosen representative image, a handful of one hundred and forty character conversations. a blog, an insight into a life different to ours.

It is random, illogical and bizarre.

And yet, just once, perhaps twice, I found such a sweet beauty, such a sympathetic heart, such a bright wit, such a pure sexually submissive soul, such a desirable body, such a creative mind, that I now believe beyond reason.

Even though I know that, within a thousand shells, there is but one natural, perfect, pearl.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo taken from the web, uncredited at source. My apologies, please contact me if it is yours.

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Posted by on October 15, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Every Inch

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I sense you.

I feel your warmth, hear your breathing. I catch a hint of your scent. I can almost taste your skin.

Your presence seems close. Sensual, delicate, compelling, submissive, heavenly.

I imagine touching your face, Your throat, your naked shoulders, your exquisite breasts.

Owning you. The thought thrills me beyond measure.

I will know you completely.

Every word, every breath, every smile, every sigh, every  fantasy, every curve.

Every inch of your perfect body

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from Yesterday’s Pizza

I wrote this a year ago and decided it would benefit from audio

 
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Posted by on October 12, 2014 in D/s, Erotica

 

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