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Have You Ever…

had a day that made you feel as if you were traveling through The Twilight Zone? You were late – then early – even got the actual day wrong. Misunderstandings at every turn. You lost your keys, then found them exactly where you looked a few minutes earlier. So frustrating and exasperating you just want someone to pull the plug and let you swirl down the rabbit hole.

You tell yourself to count to ten (that’s what my mother always used to say). Take a deep breath, keep things in perspective. By the time the day is drawing to a close all you want is a hot bath, a glass of wine, and —!

To heck with the hot bath and glass of wine. Isn’t a Dominant waiting at home all you want?

It’s all this sub needs. Being engulfed in the big, reassuring bear hug is certainly welcome. Seeing him potter around the kitchen, making the obligatory cup of tea as he orders me to stay on the couch and catch my breath, is endearing.

But it’s all a strange kind of foreplay.

What I am waiting for, counting on, that for which I breathlessly ache, is what comes next. We both know it, and in that tepid ten minutes we contemplate what will follow. When it starts, when the blindfold slips across my eyes and I feel the fluttering wings of the first butterfly, when I surrender to the sensations of heavenly helplessness as the silk cord tightens around my wrists, the day I left behind evaporates.

It’s just the blackness, the anticipation, the sound of his footfalls as he walks to the locked closet that contains his array of precious implements. The squeak of the hinges, the rustling around as he determines what will be best for this particular night.

All my senses, every fabric and fibre are tuned to him. He is back. His breath is on my neck. Time to exorcise the demons of the day he whispers.

His voice is water in the middle of a parched desert, a warm coat on a snowy day, it is the comfort that soothes my suffering soul.

Thank you, Sir.

My Apologies

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I am fundamentally technically challenged. I cannot figure out how to receive notification when comments are made, and I have no idea why there’s a message saying comments are closed on some of the posts.

I absolutely LOVE hearing from you. Your comments mean so much to me, so please, bear with me, don’t abandon me while I struggle through this. I will find a way to make this new blog work.

Thank you.

Maggie

 

WICKED GAMES – Chris Isaak

It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do

Sometimes we hate a song.

Sometimes we love the song we hate.

Sometimes our hearts can’t stand to listen, but like a moth to a flame, we cannot resist.

Sometimes there is no escape from pain.

Sometimes the acceptance we thought we’d found, we discover is a lie.

Sometimes there is no getting through it, or over it, or under it.

Sometimes love is just a wicked game.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do
I’d never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you
And I’d never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you

No I don’t want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No I don’t want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you

And I don’t want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No I don’t want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do
I’d never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you
And I’d never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you

No I don’t want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
No I don’t want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

No I (this girl is only gonna break your heart)
(This girl is only gonna break your heart)

Nobody loves no one

Read more: Chris Isaak – Wicked Game Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

As He Will

Posted by Romantic Dominant – my favorite blogger.

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Art by Fabian Perez

 

She barely understands it.

It is a desire to serve.

A hunger to yield, to bend, to give, to allow herself to be controlled.

A need to submit, To comply, to assent, to acquiesce. It is an itch, an ache, a yearning.

She is compelled by some deep inner want, some unfathomable need. some almost primal desire to yield up her submission.

To render up all her power.

She has craved such wondrous, glorious authority over her for as long as she can remember. Before the budding of her breasts, before the flow of blood, before passion, before the longing between her thighs.

Yet it could never be anyone. It had to be him. It always had to be him.

She has waited forever for his presence. For his strength, his certainty, his discipline, his protection.

For him to do with her as he will.

Mind, body and soul.

 

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

Raising A Glass – Happy Valentines Day – #Romance

(Reblogged from, Romantic Dominant)

 

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On this day

commercially obsessed

with couples

I raise a glass

to those

who by circumstance

or design

will be alone.

You too

are special.

This one

is for you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Victor Bauer

 

Baby Did A Bad Thing – Chris Isaak

I’d be a bad girl for him any day! Such a sexy video.

Give Me A Reason To Love You – Portishead

So Easy and So Hard – #Romance #Heartbreak

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It was so easy,

like breathing.

He made my heart race,

yet soothed my soul.

It was so easy,

like sinking into sleep.

He cocooned me,

then released me with butterfly wings.

It was so easy.

When I think of it,

I sigh, then cry, then sigh.

It’s so hard.

Like trying to catch my breath,

after a long run.

His kiss I miss,

but not as much as his engulfing arms.

It’s so hard.

He crawls into my head,

when I’m in my bed.

It’s so hard.

When I think of it

I sigh, then cry, then sigh.

It was so easy, and now it’s so hard.

That Crazy Little Thing Called Love + D/s! #ASMSG #Romance #Love

Have you ever been so connected to someone, you never wanted to leave the bed?

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What is that intangible, exquisite, compelling, magical ‘thing’ called chemistry?

It either exists or doesn’t. No matter how hard we try, it cannot be summoned or created. For centuries poets have penned their poems, composers have written their music, and wordsmiths have authored their books, focusing on the elusive and all-consuming thing called, being in love. Is that chemistry? Whatever its name, when it crosses our path it can make us crazy, creating euphoric highs and depressing lows.

I have only felt that overwhelming sense of being engulfed by my heart, when in a relationship with a dominant. Was it his extraordinary dominant talent with which I was in love, or was it the man?

You might say both, but had he not possessed his unique skills, had he not been able to express our connection with his ropes, shackles, and dominant prowess, would I have experienced the enveloping, intense, indescribable pleasure?

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Since my heart lives captive in the chains of a submissive soul, I think not, but it’s impossible to know for sure. Chemistry, lust,  being in love, maybe it’s all the same thing, and the degree to which it is experienced is intensified by D/s.

Chemistry, whatever that is, remains the elusive magic we all want, crave, and seek, and through the ages humans have attempted to answer the question, what is it?

Being in love, being in lust, aching to be with that one special person, surrounds and engulfs our lives. The songs to which we listen, the movies, television shows, and the books we read, what are they about? Romance, love, and desire. The glowing embers of passion ignite, and the couple tumble between the sheets.

But, throw in Dominance and submission, and the richter scale starts to move signicantly higher.

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Or am I wrong?

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