Reblog – Carpe Diem

Or will we? ūüôā

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Marius Markowski _paintings_artodyssey (16)

These brave and uncharted days

hold a perfect promise

of such delicious decadent discovery,

of such sheer sensual satisfaction,

of such thrilling fulfilment of fantasy,

of such wild abandon,

of such unburdened joy.

Let us surrender

to their sensual rhythm.

Let us give ourselves up

to the magic of their moments

Let us yield

to the endless ache within.

For you and I

my beautiful friend

will never, ever

pass this way again.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted four years ago ‚Äď but there is always a day to be seized

Art by Marius Markowski

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Chemistry

Redux

I Write Her

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A simple look in my direction gave away his secret. The sensuality vibrating towards me with intent, but with a shy and curious hesitation. He was scared.

I was wanted.

Flirtation became our diurnal repetition.

But I wanted more than a game of frustration; each day ending unfulfilled.

Every encounter promised more friction.

The heat wasn’t just in our eyes.

Desire growing with each attempted exposure of natural impulse.

And then it happened.

An innocent, accidental touch; the catalyst to change our ways.

The electricity in the room was palpable.

Our bodies and our mouths finally and unequivocally declared YES!

His bold lips rushing towards mine dizzying me with an intensity of soft passion.

My world melted in that moment.

I found strength in his embrace, and a lusciousness hard to ignore.

His body dared me to explore what now was being offered openly for me to take.

My fingers caressed every…

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Reblog – Incendiary

Haven’t we all encountered an intense attraction that could make us lose control? I know I have, a few actually if I’m being honest. ūüėČ

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Photo by Mark Velasquez

How can one define attraction?

I look at you and I am entranced.

A beautiful face. A gorgeous body.

A clever, creative, independent mind.

A generous heart. A submissive sexual soul.

I do not know if the rest of the world sees you as I see you.

I do not care.

To me, you are so incendiary

you could burn your way

out of Hell

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo by Mark Velasquez. Model is Ashley Amarillas

I posted this some years ago. I can still be set on fire.

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Reblog – Dreamscape

Oh, to be the One…

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

If the night

gives me

complete control

over who fills

my dark

delightful

dirty

delicious

dangerous

decadent

Dominant

dreamscape

it will be you.

Oh, believe me

it will be you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written two years ago. Believe me, it will be you.

Art by Omar Ortiz

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Reblog – Her Secret

When fantasies become real…

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

art-by-marcos-beccari

It is her secret.

It always has been

Ever since she can remember. The longing. The desire. The ache.

A deep sexual yearning to lose control. To abandon her free will to the pleasure of another.
And in doing so find her own glorious, magical, delicious release.

Sometimes, in her private moments and when she allows herself, she has the scenarios in her head. Scripted and endlessly rehearsed, she plays them in a bold, burning, breathtaking loop. Fantasies and fetishes that leave her wasted and wet as she allows them to wash and lap over her.

Other times it is a jumble of words and images, of instruction and discipline, obedience and compliance.
Of being watched.

Of her body being used and pleasured. Stroked and caressed, kissed and pinched, slapped and whipped, licked and scratched, nibbled and teased.
And of being restrained.

And of fingers, and lips, and toy after toy. And his tongue and…

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The¬†slit¬†in her dress made me want to¬†trace¬†down it with my finger‚ÄĒthe exotic¬†print¬†and her lovely figure so inviting. Her angelic¬†face¬†and demeanor hinted as much as the edge of my sinewy flesh brushed along the white¬†lace¬†of her evening wear. I began to¬†listen¬†to her¬†softly¬†sighing in the¬†still¬†room as her back started to arch. Our bodies are drawn into an¬†infinite¬†embrace. Wild, feverish fumblings in that moment hastily demanded a connection, one with an intense pitch.

Her husband’s insistent knock on the bathroom door sadly interrupted our desires.

Urges

lust takes hold
an uncertain future
plays out delightful scenarios
there is an engorgement of the senses
looks exchanged, bodies trembling closer

once hips begin to undulate
pulsing bodies find themselves
like waves crashing
into each over and over
again and again

instinct takes over
desire is paramount
and tensions are strung tight
feeling a yearning for ecstasy
just slightly out of reach

… until it’s not