The church bells are ringing.
Tuesday is practice night for the faithful and unfaithful campanologists. The peal is uneven, discordant and untidy. A novice is hauling the rope. The sound disturbs the silence. The evenings are usually so quiet here.
I sip my wine. It is nothing special. A syrah grape without provenance, but it fills my mouth with blackberry, and pepper, and smoke. And summer. And memories of her.
She was far too young for me. A child when measured against my grey hair and dark experience. And yet she touched me in a way that few have ever done.
She was lithe and slender and had eyes that saw beyond the obvious. She was as sharp as a glass shard and far cleverer than she realised. Her demeanour was a mixture of swagger and vulnerability. She had the face of a model and the bewitching smile of a girl. She pretended that she was five foot six, but she wasn’t. Her legs were breathtaking, her breasts spectacular on such a petite frame.
She was as heavenly as sin.
She gave herself to me with poetic solemnity and a glorious sense of drama. In retrospect, I think she meant it. She lived for the moment and, just then, with her head bowed, I was the moment.
I am a master of discipline, manipulation and control. But I’m not sure I could ever have tamed her.
She was a wild and wayward spirit.
I don’t know what has made me think of her. Perhaps the confusion of bells, the wine in my mouth, spring rising, the overwhelming certainty that evening is descending on me fast these days.
We drifted apart.
I am glad we did.
She would have only disappointed me.
And that would have hurt her.
More than I could bear.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
I wrote this some years back and rediscovered it a while ago. I like it, so I hope readers do not mind the repost.
Art by Thomas Saliot
Tags: beauty, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, More than I could bear, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, Thomas Saliot, writing
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He wants
to make her body sing
to train her
to direct her
to conduct her
to control her.
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He wants
to make her body sing
to be his chanteuse
to be his nightingale
to be his diva
to be his leading lady soprano
pouring out her soul
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He wants
to make her body sing
and sigh
and dance
and glide
and twist
and writhe
and shiver
and sway
and fill his stage
with her perfect submission
a command performance
only for him.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
One from my archives
Art by Laszlo Gulyas
Tags: beauty, Command Performance, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, Laszlo Gulyas, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, writing
She barely understands it.
It is a desire to serve.
A hunger to yield, to bend, to give, to allow herself to be controlled.
A need to submit, To comply, to assent, to acquiesce. It is an itch, an ache, a yearning.
She is compelled by some deep inner want, some unfathomable need. some almost primal desire to yield up her submission.
To render up all her power.
She has craved such wondrous, glorious authority over her for as long as she can remember. Before the budding of her breasts, before the flow of blood, before passion, before the longing between her thighs.
Yet it could never be anyone. It had to be him. It always had to be him.
She has waited forever for his presence. For his strength, his certainty, his discipline, his protection.
For him to do with her as he will.
Mind, body and soul.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Far from new. But an old favourite.
Art by Fabian Perez
Tags: audio, beauty, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, Fabian Perez, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, writing
She knows his profile by heart.
She knows each carefully crafted word. She has considered every subtle nuance. She has speculated over any real or imagined hidden meaning. She has painted his image in her mind from the palette of his six-sentence self-description.
She places her hands over her eyes, feeling her palms cool on her burning face..
The fantasy has been with her for as long as she can remember. Sometimes it has lain quiet in the cage she has constructed, curled up like a black-as-night wild cat, sleek and inky, muscular and lean. Other times she has felt it stir, aroused by a word, or an image, or a conversation. Or the unmistakable timbre of command in a stranger’s voice.
Its power makes her catch her breath.
And then there are the times when it becomes hungry. It fills her mind with its presence, it gnaws at her throat, claws at her lower belly, and makes her ache between her thighs.
It is prowling now. She is almost deafened by her own heartbeat drumming in her ears, can hear the noisy rushing of her blood through her arteries and veins, knows her imagination is making her wet. Yet her mouth is dry.
She always believed that she could contain it, repress it, restrain it. That it was her own secret fantasy, her eternal longing, her deep, delicious, dangerous desire. She always believed that her deep, dark, unholy need was forever incarcerated inside herself.
And yet this man …
She stares again at the screen. It fills her room with a pale, bluish, ghostly light. She feels possessed.
A simple click will make contact
Her trembling finger hovers over the keyboard.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
An old post, but I like it.
Art by William Oxer
Tags: beauty, Click, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, William Oxer, writing
I am not a shadow
nor an invention
nor a character created
for a virtual life
to inhabit scenarios
of make-believe
role play
and pretend.
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I am not a projection
a fantasy
a construction
of someone
I would like to be.
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I am not just
an avatar
I am corporeal
of flesh and blood
a heart that pumps
a mind that thinks.
A hunger
that burns.
.
And if I should play
a game
in any way
in any context
it is always
for real.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
I wrote this a while ago. We are all real, behind the avatars.
Art by Jack Vettriano
Tags: beauty, distance relationship, Jack Vettriano, poetry, real, romance, romantic dominant, writing
Her picture on her profile.
It began with that.
His long finger was arrested in its lazy, languid, bored downwards scroll by her image.
A slight intake of breath. An appreciative lift of the eyebrows. A smile. An impossible sense of recognition.
He did not know her, but she seemed familiar.
He studied her face. The eyes, the mouth, the nose, the cheekbones.
He stroked the stubble on his chin, and leaned forward slightly in his chair.
With his eyes closed he imagined her. And he could picture her completely in his head.
He guided the cursor and clicked the ‘follow’ button.
Her picture on her profile.
It began with that.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new, but I like it
Art by William Oxer
Tags: beauty, distance relationship, Picture on her profile, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, William Oxer, writing
A grey afternoon towards the end of February.
A gentle silence in the countryside. Disturbed only by the occasional bleating of lambs in the field opposite. Or the distant grumble of a tractor. Or the sound of a horse’s hooves clip-clopping in the lane, past the cottage.
I am alone in this room of ancient wooden beams and leaded windows.
My fingers are wandering on the keyboard. I am not the fastest typist, especially for a writer, but it is the right speed for the words that enter my head.
This novel has a mind of its own.
The day is marooned. Stranded at four o’clock, drifting slowly from lunch to suppertime.
My thoughts stray dangerously to you.
I try to hold them back but they strain toward you, like muscular hounds, catching your scent from so many miles away.
The temptation is too great. I let them loose.
And you fill my fading afternoon with light and colour, scent and heat.
I sigh. Content.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Anna Miklashevich
Tags: Anna Miklashevich, beauty, distance relationship, February Afternoon, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, writing
The more
she knows
about him
the more
she reads
about him
the more
she learns
about him
the more
curious
she becomes.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new – but I like it
Art by William Oxer
Tags: beauty, Curious, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, William Oxer, writing
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