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Heavenly as sin

Art by William Oxer

 

She is pure

perfect

precious

pulchritude.

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She is sensual

sublime

sexual

seduction.

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She is heavenly

as sin.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer

 
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Posted by on September 9, 2021 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, romance, Still Life

 

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More than I could bear

Blue Denim

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

More than I could bear.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Thomas Saliot

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 25, 2014 in D/s, Lovers Past

 

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Stepping outside

untittled-ii-fabian-perez

I seldom step outside of Romantic Dominant.

He is me, but then he is not. He is part of me, but I am not part of him.

The last post was my 300th in the Notebook. There were a couple of hundred more in Love Affair Diary. And there were still more in the blogs before that. I have known a few of you for all that time. There are some of you who know me well. A rare few I have been fortunate enough to meet. And I have learned much about one or two of you. Sometimes beyond words. I am grateful for what was shared.

It is not over by any means. There is surely a finale. To steal and modify from Leonard Cohen – Like any Dominant he is watching for the card that is so high and wild he’ll never need to deal another.
I hope it is someone heavenly as sin.

So far it has been a glorious experience. To be read by friends and strangers is far more than my story, or at least the fragments of my story, deserve.

So I’m stepping outside of Romantic Dominant for just a moment.

To say – and I am sorry it is such a cliché – thank you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

PS Some readers have taken this post as a farewell. It is not by any means. It is just a thank you.

 
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Posted by on September 12, 2013 in Still Life

 

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