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Her Secret

Art by Hamish Blakely

It is her secret.

It always has been

Ever since she can remember. The longing. The desire. The ache.

A deep sexual yearning to lose control. To abandon her free will to the pleasure of another.
And in doing so find her own glorious, magical, delicious release.

Sometimes, in her private moments and when she allows herself, she has the scenarios in her head. Scripted and endlessly rehearsed, she plays them in a bold, burning, breathtaking loop. Fantasies and fetishes that leave her wasted and wet as she allows them to wash and lap over her.

Other times it is a jumble of words and images, of instruction and discipline, obedience and compliance.
Of being watched.

Of her body being used and pleasured. Stroked and caressed, kissed and pinched, slapped and whipped, licked and scratched, nibbled and teased.
And of being restrained.

And of fingers, and lips, and toy after toy. And his tongue and his cock. All used expertly, creatively, unrelentingly,

She has told no one

Until now.

Until him.

It is their secret

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Hamish Blakely

I wrote this a year ago. And I thought ‘why not post again for those who were not reading then?’ I hope regulars can excuse the indulgence.

 
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Posted by on November 30, 2015 in D/s, Erotica, Still Life

 

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Because I write

Photograph by Ruven Afanador

Smiles cloak sadness

sorrow hides joy

calm contains a storm

fire disguises ice.

My words are not always

a true barometer

of  my mood

nor an honest camera

to faithfully capture

the moment.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph by Ruven Afanador

 

 
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Posted by on November 29, 2015 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Wet

art by steve hanks

I release your hair

from the ribbon that has captured it.

A storm beautifully contained

in a strand of silk.

I let it cascade gorgeous and lustrous about your elegant shoulders.

It is soft against your skin.

I tie the ribbon around your throat, secured in a bow.

It is just tight enough to make you aware of your wild pulse.

Flickering, dancing. beating.

The tip of your tongue slides over your lips

Your mouth is dry

But I know

you are so very wet.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Steve Hanks

 

 

 
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Posted by on November 28, 2015 in D/s, Erotica, Still Life

 

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To come

Art by Mark Demsteader

I raise a glass

to those I have adored.

The beautiful and the unique.

The wild and the true.

The submissive and the holy.

The creative and the clever.

 

To the memories.

 

I raise the glass again

to the pure heaven

still to come.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Mark Demsteader

 

 
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Posted by on November 25, 2015 in Lovers Past, Poetry, Still Life

 

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No Romance

no romance

There is no romance

these days

in typing

tapping out words

on my faithful mac

thumbing them untidily

on my phone

drumming them without grace

on my iPad

relying on auto correct

to cover my clumsiness

 

But oh

in the moonlight

in velvet night

beneath pure stars

I write your name

with my ancient Mont Blanc

in midnight blue ink.

 

I watch the nib

glide over virgin paper

and perfectly caress

your curves.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art: I am ashamed to say I don’t know. If it is yours please tell me

 

 
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Posted by on November 24, 2015 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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My Mistress

sexy_guitar_by_libellchen

My guitar called me to play with her.

I lifted her gently.

I placed her upon my lap, her side upon my thigh, her body against my chest.

I stroked her smooth curves lovingly.

I placed my long fingers, tender but firm, around her neck and caressed her strings. She vibrated softly to my touch. I whispered to her and lightly fingered her frets.

I coaxed her into song.

Delicate at first, becoming more rhythmic and louder as she found her voice,

I strummed her with passion. We roared together.

She rose and fell against me. Singing, laughing, crying, wild.

My mistress beneath my hands..

I imagined she was you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from Libellchen

If this seems familiar, I have posted it a couple of times. But I like it. And so does my mistress.

 
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Posted by on November 23, 2015 in Music, Still Life

 

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Want you

 

Art by Loui Jover

You know I want you.

You have known it forever.

Since before we met.

Since first contact.

Since the spark.

Since the electricity.

Since the fire.

Since we crashed

Since we burned and tumbled and fell.

You know I want you.

like no one else

ever can

ever will

Because you thrill me

and because I want you

body and soul.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on November 21, 2015 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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