Too young

03 Jan


He told her she is too young.

Too innocent.

He told her he is a faded man, A once interesting face grizzled and lined by the unrepentant sun, the unforgiving wind, and the cold fingers of winter. And marked by the passing of years.

He told her he is a word man. A juggler of lines, a cheap magician of story and verse, an eloquent purveyor of endless cliché, a shameless conjurer of over-ripe, over-heated, self-indulgent prose.

He told her he is a sexually dominant man. A forever master of control and discipline, of pleasure and pain, of urgent, deep, dangerous desire. Of ropes and cuffs, of erotic toys and whips. Of protection and adoration,

He told her he is afraid his maturity, romance, darkness, longing and decadent sexuality will corrupt, change and stain her tender soul.

He told her she is too young.

Too innocent.

She said she didn’t care

And neither

should he.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Thomas Saliot



Posted by on January 3, 2015 in D/s


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5 responses to “Too young

  1. Dana Renee

    January 3, 2015 at 9:21 pm

    I wish I was too young. 😉


  2. dievca

    January 4, 2015 at 12:05 am

    Did He listen to what she said?


  3. b.l. ronan

    January 4, 2015 at 12:19 am

    You ever left us undone with just a few powerfully placed words



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