Her picture on her profile.
It began with that.
His long finger was arrested in its lazy, languid, bored downwards scroll by her image.
A slight intake of breath. An appreciative lift of the eyebrows. A smile. An impossible sense of recognition.
He did not know her, but she seemed familiar.
He studied her face. The eyes, the mouth, the nose, the cheekbones.
He stroked the stubble on his chin, and leaned forward slightly in his chair.
With his eyes closed he imagined her. And he could picture her completely in his head.
He guided the cursor and clicked the ‘follow’ button.
Her picture on her profile.
It began with that.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not new, but I like it
Art by William Oxer
Tags: beauty, distance relationship, Picture on her profile, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, 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
That secret.
That wild
dark, erotic
sexual fantasy.
The one you conceal
from everyone.
The one you hide
from yourself.
That secret.
.
That secret
is what attracts me
like a magnet
compels me
like a drug
draws me
moth to flame
makes me yearn
for you
to release it
just for me.
That secret.
.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Written a few years ago. I like it, so another airing. And because you have a secret.
Art by William Oxer
Tags: beauty, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, That secret, these dark desires, William Oxer, writing
She is drawn
to my dark religion
reads my words
like they are holy
and feels
a heavenly ache
between her thighs.
.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Not brand new writing, but she is drawn
Art by William Oxer
Tags: beauty, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, She is drawn, these dark desires, William Oxer, writing
She does not know what he has done to her.
She studies her face in the mirror. She wonders if others can see the hunger in it. She wonders if she is betrayed by the wild, yearning look in her eyes. She is certain that she is wearing her lust like a badge.
She brushes her finger tips lightly across her lips. It sends an electric jolt through her body. A lay-line of desire that tingles from breast to belly to thighs.
It fully reawakens the ache inside her. She almost gasps at the intensity of it. A certain, steady, endless throb. Impossible to ignore. A ball of longing that radiates from her burning sex to every part of her being. Her skin reacts to any touch. Even the brush of her clothes makes her dizzy with need.
Its urgency overwhelms her. As it does every distracted day. Every tortured night. There is no respite even when she sleeps. Her dreams are a decadent tangle of limbs, whips and ropes, desperate mouths, probing tongues and deep penetration.
She can bear it no more. She is on her knees. She lets her fingers trail across her cheek, down her neck. She imagines she is in his hands. She takes her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezes until she gasps. Pain and pleasure. His religion.
She finds herself slick, wet and swollen. She rubs herself roughly. Brutally. Savagely. The pure heat of her arousal shocks and thrills her.
Her climax is violent. It rips and tears through her. Her body shudders and dances erratically. She is engulfed by it and yet still somehow manages to keep her fingers working. Both hands. Forcing herself onwards. The way he would do.
The next tidal wave is unstoppable. It drowns her. She is breathless, exhausted, trembling. Weak, Helpless. She has no strength left. She collapses. She sobs and laughs and shakes her head in amazement.
She does not know what he has done to her.
But she hates it.
And she loves it.
.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
Tags: beauty, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, What he has done to her, William Oxer, writing
You can call it
a deep crush
or a lasting lust
or an endless
infatuation
or a breathless
adoration
but none describe
its wonder
and power.
.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Art by William Oxer
Tags: beauty, D/s, distance relationship, erotica, poetry, romance, romantic dominant, these dark desires, William Oxer, writing, You can call it
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