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

.

.

© 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 – nipples (an erotic short) by Christina Schmidt, MA

Oh.my…

(armedwithcoffee)

My nipples tighten and swell. Darling I beg you, relieve the pressure. Gently pull a peak through parted lips and work my flesh. Then the other. And back again. So on. I choke on my own gasps, taken aback by the simple, rippling pleasures. Panties intact and chaffing. My clit throbs in disbelief and envy of my breasts. Will you see to that too, love? Ease what hardens me, and I you. My mouth is as eager, as skilled. I’d give you my word but I am currently incapable of speech.

Christina Schmidt, MA
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[I’ve been tinkering with a few pieces over my break and decided to drop a few before coming back to my regular AWC schedule. Feedback, thoughts, and impressions are, as always, welcome. Happy 2021!]

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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



Comestible

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you lying there seductively
absently sliding your hands
along the crescents of flesh
my eyes following the outline

your coquettish movements
direct my focus
begging an imminent need
you’ve got my full attention, dear

presented like an item of food
needing sampled, tasted
fully devoured and consumed
but not too quickly

savored and relished
your form molded
around my tongue
bringing ecstasy to us both

we delight and feast tonight
for our tomorrows might be famine
such is the world
bestowed upon us

Open

Lady Luck presents a life-altering prospect.
An enticing, not so subtle invitation.

A seductive and alluring treat.
Or a delicious deception?

Like a meet-your-maker kind of wile.

I want to get wet, and I think I might drown.

Teased by lousy timing yet it keeps me invested.
My head fills with rich fantasies, more possibilities awaken.

The proverbial juices are flowing.

The world is spinning on a new axis.

I’m confused.

But I’m open.

**Originally published 7/7/2018 on I Write Her