Nature or Nurture?

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

 

Nature or nurture?

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?

.

.

I first wrote this eight years ago – the question is sometimes asked

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by Fabian Perez

 

Nature or nurture?

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?

.

.

I first wrote this seven years ago – the question is sometimes asked

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

 

Nature or nurture

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?

.

.

I first wrote this six years ago – the question is sometimes asked

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

 

Nature or Nurture

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?

.

.

I first wrote this five years ago – the question is sometimes asked

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

 

Nature or Nurture

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?

.

.

I first wrote this four years ago – the question is often asked

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

 

Nature or nurture

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?

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

Another post from a year back – but with added audio. It is a question always worth asking.

 

Nature or Nurture

How did he know?

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?

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez