Her secret

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.

 

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

 

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

 

I walk this path

 

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

 

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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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

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

 

 

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.

 

Distant presence

 

Your distant presence

curls around me

like smoke

like liquid

like ivy

like a cat

like a dancer

like a lover

your exquisite body

finding

the perfect fit.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not a brand new post – but you are a distant presence

Photography by Klaus Kampert