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Something else

Desire by Luc Becks


She is trying to think of something else.

She works, busying herself with things that usually bore her, creating her own session of displacement therapy. She fills her day so that there is no room for idle thought.

At home she urgently flicks through magazines searching for something to steal her attention, even for a moment. She watches TV, trying to lose herself in someone else’s story. At night she closes her eyes tight shut, as if it will help.

But she cannot get the thought out of her head.

This desire to serve, this need to belong, this yearning to be his.

She has felt nothing like it before.  Not for any man, least of all this complete, dark, distant stranger.  Yet there is a familiarity about him, a certainty, a resonance. As if she has always known he would be there.

If she allows her imagination to escape it will swarm at her thighs, ache in her lower belly, and send a flush into her throat.  It will send a delicious tingling down her spine. It will conjure up of a thousand images of her own submission that will make her weak at the knees.

It will make her mouth dry and her sex wet.

She is trying to think of something else.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written five years ago, but I like it.

Photo © Luc Becks. (Sadly this account appears to be no longer active on Deviant Art)

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Posted by on February 14, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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Butterfly Emerging


I have always been drawn to innocence

The girl who has never explored the longing, the yearning, the ache. The woman who has never allowed her desires to surface. The girl has never articulated the wanting within. The woman who has never let her caged animal escape.

She might be alone or partnered. She could be eighteen or fifty. She might be a mother, a student, a captain of industry, a writer, an artist, an everyday goddess, or perhaps all of these things.

But she will be a virgin to sexual submission

And I know there are those that might accuse me of wishing to take innocence and corrupt it, manipulate it or use it. I cannot deny the possibility that there might be such elements in my actions. We are complex creatures, we humans, and there is seldom only one single motivation.

Yet I know that the desire to teach, to instruct, to motivate, to mentor, to guide and to protect is at the very heart of my attraction towards the wide-eyed, the inexperienced, and those seeking something more.

And ultimately there is nothing more arousing, more moving, more gratifying, more lovely, more intense than watching a beautiful, exotic, sensual, erotically empowered butterfly emerging from the cramped chrysalis of her long hidden sexual submission.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

As often the case, I was looking for something else and stumbled on this from two years ago. And decided to repost.

Art by Emilia Wilk




Posted by on January 25, 2018 in D/s, Erotica, Still Life


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The One



He knows no other way

It is simply who he is. The way he has always been.

His earliest erotic fantasies were of control. And of damsels in distress.

And yet also of goddesses and worship.

He loves women. With respect. With admiration. With a deep and endless desire.

He needs to adore and to be adored.

Over the years has taught himself to be a Master of exquisite pleasure and delicious pain. He has known beauty, sensuality and submission beyond words.

But now winter tugs at his coat. He has become lined and grizzled, etched and silver.

The night is long. And his fire burns low.

Yet there is a light. Innocent, pure and holy.

Could she be the one

the one

the one.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote this in December three of years ago, and repeated it last year at this time. I think I was perhaps feeling a little weary when I first penned it. Smiles.
It has a wintry feel, so I hope it goes well with the snowflakes falling on my blog.

Photo/Art borrowed from Helionn on DeviantArt


Posted by on December 23, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life


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I call myself Dominant

Arcade card


I call myself ‘Dominant’ because it best describes my sexual orientation, my desire to teach, nurture, protect and direct – and also my tastes and desires – in way that is straightforward and unequivocal.

It is not because I expect you to fall gratefully to your knees and call me Sir.

It simply does not work like that.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art from a vintage postcard – origin unknown

I first posted this two years ago because the arrogant posturing, words, attitudes and expectations of many online wannabe ‘Doms’ made me laugh. They still do.


Posted by on December 14, 2017 in D/s, Still Life


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No Escape

Surrender II by Vettriano


You can try

every cure

every potion

every remedy.


You can seek

to erase it

with drugs

with sex

with religion.


You can petition

a priest

for an exorcism.


You can hire

a  lawyer

for an injunction.


You can contract

a killer

for an elimination.


But you will never

get this

out of your system.



© the author writing a Romantic Dominant

Art by Jack Vettriano

I wrote and posted this two years ago. and last year. It is always true, so I have posted it again.


Posted by on December 4, 2017 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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Over Distance




Sexual control

is not bound

by geography.


It is not confounded

by borders.


It crosses oceans

and mountains

cities and deserts

rivers and valleys

highways and farms.


It has dominion

over distance.


The delicious



dark essence

of its power

is compelling

and undiminished

across the miles.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I wrote and posted this around this time last year. It says what I want it to, so have posted it again.

Art by Omar Ortiz


Posted by on December 2, 2017 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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Sexual submission

is not for the needy

or the lost

or the lonely

or the bored

or the casually curious.


It is for the independent

intelligent girl

who knows the call

the ache

the yearning

to be owned

and fulfilled

deep in her soul.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by William Oxer



Posted by on June 4, 2017 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life


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