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About Romantic Dominant

A faded romantic Dominant with a love of all things beautiful and a taste for the darkly sensual and decadent. A lover of music, food and wine, literature, theatre, film and art. A writer. Though not a good one. Of novels, shorts stories, songs and poetry. The written word is my joy and my curse. I am tall, silver haired, slender with piercing hazel/blue eyes and long, sensitive hands. I am neither handsome nor unattractive. I am a realistic dreamer, an idealistic pragmatist. I am a sexually dominant but patient and sensual lover. I adore intelligent, elegant, independent, beautiful women . I am not young. I am faded and fading. But if the music is playing, and the wine is good, and the stars are shining bright in a soft velvet night sky, and the light falls on me just right, then you might see the man who could break hearts. Well, if you have a very good imagination anyway ...

Her secret

art-by-marcos-beccari

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 Marcos Beccari

I wrote this five years ago. And I thought ‘why not post (yet) again for those who were not reading me then?’ I hope regulars can excuse the indulgence.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Desire is brutal

 

Desire without release is brutal.

It is a hunger, a longing, a yearning.

It is a constant ache.

It crucifies nights and tortures days. It distracts, confuses, and leaves the senses shredded. It makes concentration challenging and application impossible.

It steals rational thought.

It refuses to allow peace.

It makes every moment urgent, every second restless.

It fidgets with time. It is pure torment.

Desire without release is brutal.

But relief, when it comes, is heaven.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a couple of years ago, but desire is always brutal.

Art by Kamille Corry

 
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Posted by on December 6, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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You can’t argue with stupid

 

You can’t have a rational argument with stupid people when it comes to Brexit or the General Election.

Or with racists.

Half the country voted to leave the European Union in 2016. For most of them, it is still the overriding issue in deciding who to vote for in this coming election. That is despite every single financial forecast (including official Government figures) showing that the country will be much worse off leaving the European Union. Indeed the country will be much poorer for at least a generation. The poorest in our society will suffer the most.

Brexit supporters talk of ‘taking back control’ but have no idea which EU laws have been passed that apparently controlled us. In reality, these ‘EU’ laws have mainly given rights and protections to (British) workers and consumers. But what Brexiteers really mean about ‘taking back control’ is that they don’t want immigration and they don’t like ‘foreigners’.  And yet without immigration, we will simply not have enough people to fill jobs across many sectors, particularly health and social care, but also the hospitality industry and farming. The pinch is already being felt. It will get much worse, believe me.

And of course, to get their beloved Brexit, many Brexiteers will vote Tory.

The same Tory party that started their term in office ten years ago by cutting tax for the wealthy and for business and have since gone on to wreck the National Health Service, welfare and social care, education, the police force, the justice system, the parole system – indeed – there is no part of British life that they have not, through incompetence, greed, corruption, idleness, or sheer ugly political dogma, damaged. The fabric of our society has been ripped apart.

Tories will claim it has been because of the need for austerity, yet the deficit is as big as ever and the country is very close to recession once more. We are now a much poorer country in every respect. The human cost in suffering has been unacceptable. The rise of food banks, homelessness, gang violence amongst the young, and the removal of support for those with serious mental and physical disabilities are all the result of Tory cuts. The Tory refusal to invest directly in schools, hospitals and affordable housing when interest rates have been at an all-time low is beyond belief. Meanwhile the rich in the UK have become richer and richer.

Yet Brexiteers and surprisingly some people who have lost the most and have the most to lose from another Tory government will still vote for Boris Johnston. An old Etonian from a privileged background who as no affinity whatsoever with the working woman or man. A compulsive liar, racist, fraud, and misogynist who has been fired twice for dishonesty. A man who has no grasp of detail, no vision, no decency. A man who bumbles through every interview and question with a string of moronic cliches. A man who will do anything to win power. Including promising a programme of expenditure that a Tory party would never ever usually promise. And which he knows they will never deliver. But however large these promised sums are, they cannot repair the damage that has been done to Britain and its communities over the last ten years.

But Boris doesn’t care. He simply wants power. He who leads a Tory party that has strands of pure fascism in its manifesto. A party that will bring this country to its knees. A party that will make the huge rift in our society even deeper.

Brexiteers will vote for Boris mainly because he has promised them their xenophobic, ill-informed, racist Brexit. They will vote for him because the Daily Mail, The Sun, The Express, The Telegraph and the Times (owned by people who pay little tax in the UK and have their own money-making agendas for wanting to see Britain out of Europe – and they hate the Labour Party) have told them to do so. They will vote for him because there are significant amounts of money and lies being poured into advertising and manipulation on social media by faceless organisations or governments who also have their own agendas in supporting Brexit – as they did with the Referendum itself.

They will vote for him because they are stupid. Or racist. Or both.

There is no rational argument that can address that.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo © Matt Cardy/Getty Images

 
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Posted by on December 6, 2019 in politics, Uncategorized

 

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Plans

 

When I sleep

the Romantic in me

dreams of candlelight

and kisses

laughter and music

and secrets shared

in the velvet dark.

 

When I sleep

the Dominant in me

makes plans

for your body.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not brand new, written a while ago, but always true

Art by Sergey Ignatenko

 
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Posted by on December 5, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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I walk this path

Art by Jover

 

I have reached a point

through trial and error

joy and sorrow

hope and regret

tears and laughter

pain and pleasure

submission and control

where I know

what is right

for me.

I walk this path.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I first posted this a few years ago. I will always walk this path.

Art by Loui Jover

 
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Posted by on December 4, 2019 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Solitude

 

Walking today

beneath bold blue

winter skies,

golden light,

rolling fields

hedges and trees

sheep and cows

horses and alpacas

rabbits and squirrels

and countless birds

oh, and a fox

but not a single

human soul.

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Art was taken from the internet, source unknown. If this is yours please advise and I will credit the work as yours, or remove.

 

 
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Posted by on December 3, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Hardening

 

I am watching

the wax

trickling slowly

down the shaft

of this candle

and imagining it

hardening

on your skin.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new but I am thinking it. You might be interested in a much earlier post I wrote here

Photography is taken from the internet. Source unknown. If yours please advise and I will remove or credit.

 
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Posted by on December 2, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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