Sleeping Beauty

26 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. Sleeping Beauty

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)

This is not new. But I like it and hope you can forgive another outing


Posted by on July 26, 2015 in Erotica


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17 responses to “Sleeping Beauty

  1. sirensong1208

    July 26, 2015 at 4:23 pm

    A dark and delicious slant on an innocent fairytale. Lovely to read/hear again.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Annie B

    July 26, 2015 at 4:32 pm

    Oh so beautifully delicious indeed. Thank you for re-sharing!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Leslie Meeks

    July 26, 2015 at 5:40 pm

    An amazing fairy tale written and recited by You, an amazing Romantic Dominate. Thank you for sharing again.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. thepaintedladyuk

    July 26, 2015 at 6:30 pm

    il mio preferito!!
    Molto Bellissimo!

    Liked by 2 people

  5. Ember

    July 26, 2015 at 6:32 pm

    I’ve never read a fairy tale with a racing pulse, a wicked smile, and unforgotten breathing before…

    Liked by 2 people

  6. missmirthe

    July 26, 2015 at 8:07 pm

    usually I don’t like it when a man writes about a woman’s perspective, but in this case, very well done, I can relate, oeh scary ghe, very well done

    Liked by 2 people

  7. literally

    July 26, 2015 at 11:34 pm

    Reblogged this on smilingtomyself.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. georgeforfun Life's too short to be miserable or serious anymore!

    August 5, 2015 at 10:05 pm

    Reblogged this on georgeforfun.



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