There are a hundred reasons.
Why you might long to be sexually owned.
Some might keep you awake at night, clenching your thighs with dewy desire.
Some might be so dark you can barely tell yourself, let alone confide in someone else
Some might have you desperately wishing your lover understood the nature of your need.
Some might have you scouring the internet for images of restraint. pleasure and pain.
Yet one thing is certain.
If it is true, and raw, and deep.
If it is an ache and a longing that seems to have been there even before the budding of your breasts.
If it is a yearning that leaves you breathless, desperate and wet contemplating its almost holy fulfilment…
Then the wanting will never, ever leave you.
No matter how hard you try to drown its insistent voice.
Or how often you indulge its persistent power.
It is a blessing
and a curse.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Louis Jover
I wrote this time of year six years ago. I thought it might stand another airing