21 Jun

Art by Trudy Good

I am almost always in control.

Of another, of course, but particularly of myself.

But tonight with the summer solstice girdling the evening with magic, and with a wild, apocalyptic moon building herself in the heavens, I am partially undone.

I pace the humid, velvet, fantasy-rich night with light, hungry, tireless footsteps.

Prowling. Circling. Rattling this invisible chain that tethers me.

I am taut, stretched, urgent. I am savage, romantic, decadent. I am poetic, dangerous, sensual.

I close my eyes and allow the rush of her body to sweep over me, exciting my imagination. Her hips, her thighs, her belly, her breasts. The sweet hollow of her throat. The sacred mound of her sex.

The delicate silk of her hair trailing against my skin. The feel of her gorgeous curves beneath my fingers, against my lips, beneath my tongue.

Her scent filling my mouth.

The certainty of leather restraints upon her elegant ankles and wrists. The circle of a collar about her neck.

I am almost always in control.

But tonight I could roar with this aching, yearning, delicious desire.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Trudy Good

It would seem a good time to resurrect this old post of mine.  A day late, but never mind. Summer has not shown its face in England yet.


Posted by on June 21, 2016 in D/s, Erotica, Still Life


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6 responses to “Solstice

  1. Debmalya

    June 21, 2016 at 5:21 pm

    The sensual imagery works pretty well with the desires! Loved it. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. The Writing of M

    June 21, 2016 at 6:00 pm

    Beautifully poetic…raw feral desire!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Leslie Meeks

    June 21, 2016 at 6:12 pm

    Your desire is fearless. You are so raw and sensual. Sighs.

    Liked by 1 person


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