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His Favourite Girl

Some in the art establishment will sniff at Jack Vettriano.

But I adore his work.  Not so much the slightly insipid beach paintings, but his darker, more erotic studies with its D/s and BDSM elements.

The women in Jack’s paintings are sensual and real.  Yes, they are stylised and some are glamorous, but their bodies are conjured from physical knowing rather than a schoolboy fantasy of silicone and air-brushed curves.

This is one of my favourites.  A semi naked woman is poised at the entrance to a room.  There is something relaxed and almost languid about her pose.  And yet to me she is electric with sensuality.

It as if she is on stage, the doors have become parted curtains, and she is looking out to her audience of one.  There are lights behind the seated man who is waiting for her.  They will shine upon her, and yet he too appears to be caught in the illumination.

I like the way Vettriano has caught the tilt of her hip, the honesty of her shape, and the erotic beauty of her submission.

Ah, for such a favourite girl.


Posted by on May 10, 2012 in Art, D/s, Erotica


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She is torn.

Between security and thrill.

She does not realise

Both are for the taking.


She is wired

By the promise of his message.

She does not recognise

Moments are sliding past.


She is sure

Of the power of her beauty.

She does not understand

The nature of his pride.



Copyright: The author writing as Romantic Dominant

This is a brand new poem. So much is taken for granted …

The painting is by Anne Magill and is called On The Town.


Posted by on May 9, 2012 in Art, Poetry


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If I could paint, I would paint like this

I adore Jack.   

This painting contains all of the reasons why his work appeals to a romantic Dominant like me. 

Reach out and Touch by Jack Vettriano

The man is fully clothed whereas the woman is essentially naked.  His shirt is full, expensive, the double cuffs undone and hanging loose.  It is almost Byronesque.  His trousers and the braces suggest another, earlier era and, in doing so, hint of glorious sin in times when society was less forgiving, making the tableaux even more decadent.

The girls nakedness makes her vulnerable.

He reaches across to touch her with his left hand.  It is a movement that is both full of tenderness and yet there is a touch of menace.  This is accentuated by what at first glance appears to be a cane or a whip in his right hand.  It is in fact a paintbrush. 

There is a host of conflicting signals. Has he been painting her on an unseen canvas? Is this a manifestation of desire between painter and model? Or are they already lovers and will he use the handle of the brush to paint wonderful pink marks on her delicious bottom?

The woman is a little slimmer than most Vettriano women and there is something almost girlish about her shape – and yet she is undeniably woman.  She is not prey.  She is there because she wants to be there, dressed in stockings.  There is something a little sulky about her pose, as if they have argued. Yet there is also a sense of pleasure at the anticipation, or the realisation of his touch.  Her back has that slight sensual arch of sexual arousal.  And yet there might be a little shiver of fear there too.

These are only my observations.  You may have your own perspective of the story that is unfolding on the canvas.  The artist himself may have had something completely different in mind.

To me it is exquisite Vettriano.  Dominance and submission. Tenderness and control.  Discipline and adoration.

If I could paint, I would paint like this.


(originally posted by me in Love Affair Diary)


Posted by on April 25, 2012 in Art, D/s, Erotica


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Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of others

Carl Jung


Posted by on April 15, 2012 in Art, D/s, Quotes


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