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
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
Naked women
are ubiquitous on the web.
Complete strangers,
they never raise
my pulse
or catch my eye
or inspire me
or attract me
or seduce me
or excite me
or cause me to follow
or like
or connect.
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Naked women
are ubiquitous on the web
They do nothing for me.
But the mere thought
of you
undressed
does everything,
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by J Dunster
Tags: beauty, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, J Dunster, Naked women, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, writing
She asks herself the question over and over again.
How could he tell from a photograph, a handful of posts, a dozen seemingly innocuous online messages?
What was it about her that had made him so certain, so confident, so sure?
How can he write himself into her head, into her heart? How can he read what she is thinking? How can he see so deep inside her? Every secret. Every wish, Every desire.
And how does he make her body react in the way that it does? Sometimes despite herself.
And where did this overpowering urge to please him come from?
Is it her nature?
Or his nurture?
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I first wrote this nine years ago – the question is sometimes asked
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Fabian Perez
Tags: beauty, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, Fabian Perez, Nature or nurture, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, writing
Oh to lay kisses
on your legs
from your elegant calves
to the soft skin
of your inner thighs,
parting your lips
and filling my mouth
with your hungry taste.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by Steve Hanks
Tags: beauty, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, Hungry taste, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, Steve Hanks, these dark desires, writing
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