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Her secret

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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 four 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, 2018 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 year ago, but desire is always brutal.

Art by Kamille Corry

 
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Posted by on December 6, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Plans

 

When I sleep

the Romantic in me

dreams of candle light

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 year ago, but true

Art by Sergey Ignatenko

 

 
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Posted by on December 3, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, 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 couple of years ago. I will always walk this path.

Art by Loui Jover

 
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Posted by on December 2, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, 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

You might be interested in a much earlier post I wrote here

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

 
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Posted by on December 1, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life

 

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Inch by Inch

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I am the poetic cartographer

of your sacred body.

I will discover you

and map you,

explore you

and draw you,

observe you

and describe you,

chart you

and render you

inch by perfect inch.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted a originally two years ago. But I like it, because it is what I do.

Art by Javier Arizabalo

 
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Posted by on November 28, 2018 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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And then

 

I thought

I had become

immune to beauty

indifferent to sexy

unmoved by submission

unstirred by intelligence

unexcited by control

untouched by desire

unaffected by dance

and then

there was you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago – and then there was you.

Art by Peter Worswick

 
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Posted by on November 24, 2018 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life

 

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