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,…
Have you ever been so connected to someone, you never wanted to leave the bed? 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…
The first look, the one filled with promise, and mystery, with a hint of fear. The first touch, the one filled with sparks, and intrigue, with a hint of warmth. The first hug, the one filled with reticence, then relief, with a hint of need. The first kiss, the one filled with tentative passion, and…
It’s a frosty, chilly night, and this came to mind, so I wandered through the corridors of my old blog, pulled it out and dusted it off. THE PROMISE Made visible by her breath, the frost’s cold hung in the air. She didn’t want to be there but she’d promised she would meet him. At…
Posted by Romantic Dominant. Details below. A definition of infatuation For reasons fully known only to myself, some four or five years ago I was looking for a serious definition of infatuation. But I found this in the Urban Dictionary. It made me laugh so much that I posted it on my blog at the…
There is much to be said about the erotic books that were published during the Victorian era of sexual restraint and exceptionally good manners. There was an abundance of such literature celebrating all manner of sexual practices, though it wasn’t sold at booksellers, most of the trade taking place in Holywell Street, near The Strand…
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