ReadyI’m ready, teacher. <3
Hmm.
I believe those are mine.
The crop and your arse.
Give.
Bend over.
Get ready.
The first crack across that pale skin, standing there watching the reddening welt grow.
Knowing I’m only pausing for a moment before I start the next swipe across the sweet arse.
Stay Quiet. Stay still.
The weight of leather in my hand, makes my breath quicken. The sight of the reddening skin, makes my cock harden.
The sight of you squirming away from the crop as I rake it across your akin, makes me want you more, to hear again the swish, slap and yelp.
Are you ready baby?
Words by The Dirty Romantic.
Http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com
(Source: trussed)
I need to be in this position.
Don’t ask me why.
I just do.
Ok.
Don’t judge me.
It’s not like I’ll do it in public, while on the platform waiting for a train.
Well ok, maybe. If you were wearing that get up. But that’s not likely. It rains too much.
Apart from now. When it’s really hot.
So maybe I will find myself on my back. On the platform. In the sun.
In an alternate reality.
I’d probably miss my train though. And get my suit dirty.
Maybe I should have stopped before the latest glass of red wine.
But maybe not.
Ok weirdness over. Time to return to my usual eloquent, deviant, perfect self.
Ha!
(Source: sheerpanty, via hardonmyself)
So based on the last post (about reading erotica in public places) as much as I love Tumblr it can be difficult, if like me, a certain amount of my online time is on the train.
So I’ve been playing with the idea of collecting my past stories and shorts and putting them on another blog which is words only.
Going forward I would post a copy of any of the better pieces to the other blog. Plus I would take those writers I like and add a text only version to the blog as well - I’m not so egotistical that I expect everyone to only want to read what I write!
Would that be of interest?
Are there others out there who would find that useful to be able to read, without worrying about the next picture to appear on the screen, even if for a quick fix at work without getting busted by the porn police!
Let me know. If people seem interested I will give it a go.
The Dirty Romantic.
So here I am on my usual train to work, packed full of the usual dreary commuters and I’m crammed in against everyone else on seats too small for the average human.
I glance over to the very respectable woman sitting next to me, reading her Kindle. And I happen to see the words Charlie Tango on the screen.
So I sneak an extra little look and yep, there is Christian and Anastasia.
That makes me smile. This very normal looking woman, chewing her finger as she reads, checking her Blackberry in between Ana looking through her lashes and drinking her Costa coffee, is reading erotica.
On the way to work.
On a packed commuter train.
At 7.30 in the morning.
And that makes me smile.
It also makes me re-evaluate all my fellow passengers (I do anyway to be honest) and wonder how many more have dark little lives hidden behind the grey suits (although she is wearing a bright red dress, so maybe that is a give away?) and are reading something that gets the pulse racing (regardless of whether you think 50 Shades is any good).
My truly wicked side wonders how wet her cunt is right now, but that is just the deviant in me.
Let’s hope she doesn’t glance to her right while I write this.
The Dirty Romantic
http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com
“Kinbaku is an activity for two like-minded hearts
and must always be a loving exchange.”
—
- 明智伝鬼 (Akechi Denki)
(via ropeandthings)
This is pretty much my philosophy on the D/s relationship.
As far as I am concerned this is an exchange, not one way, not all take, not a thoughtless demand. But a trade between two like minds, even if both need very different outcomes to be fulfilled.
I think the art of rope work is a good example of this and a how mutual respect is required even though one is the master and one the subject.
One cannot be complete without the love and support of the other.
Be thoughtful of who you chose and it is a choice, there is no dominance or submission without it. Give it and receive it carefully
The Dirty Romantic http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com
(via toenterintothesebonds)
Deviant Haiku #9
Fingers wrap, tighten
Dark threads become your chains;
Delicious pain bites
—Deviant Haiku #9 by The Dirty Romantic
(http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com)
(Source: passius)
Deviant Haiku #8
The mere thought freezes
Your fingers on the handle;
His words open it wide.
—Deviant Haiku #8 by The Dirty Romantic
(http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com)
Photo by http://reneejacobs.tumblr.com/
“Your task is not to seek love, but to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” — Rumi (via yogachocolatelove)
(via shessofuckedinthehead)
I like the mix, romantic image with the bite of the ink. Sweet but sharp.
This appeals on so many levels.
It is a little how I like to see people. I like to watch, to wonder. Look for the back story and see who is really hidden away beneath the polite facade that society expects.
And was has amazed me since my time on Tumblr is how many sweet, ‘normal’ (yes tongue is firmly in cheek), quiet people have a huge deviant appetite.
And that makes me smile, from ear to ear. And makes me look at my fellow passengers on the daily commute in a whole different way.
Smile if you see the glint in my eye, won’t you?
The Dirty Romantic
(Source: petit-poids, via patnja)
Wanting
His touch once more;
His hands tight on her wrists
His fingers to press back against the blackening bruises
His body hard against hers, his weight bearing down, to make her ache, to make her groan once again
To be his once more, owned, controlled, freed from choice
To be his, to be complete.
Words by The Dirty Romantic
http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com
(Source: calarose, via patnja)
Waiting
For the key in the door;
For the sound of his footsteps;
For the touch of his fingers;
For the taste of his lips;
For the sting of his hand and words.
Words by The Dirty Romantichttp://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com
(Source: josephtran, via patnja)
Deviant Haiku
Fingers wrap, tighten
Dark threads become your chains;
Head turned toward me.
—Deviant Haiku #7 by The Dirty Romantic
(http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com)
(Source: deviantfemale, via tonyivan)
Anonymous asked: your word are amazing! literally fucking with my brain, and i like it
Oh I do enjoy a good mind fuck - just the best way to start any fuck.
Wouldn’t start it any other way, words and thoughts are simply the best form of foreplay.
Exposed★post★8404★
He had told her to be there, where to stand, what to wait for, what to expose;
Despite her position, her privileged status or perhaps because of it, she did as he demanded.
And so she would expose herself for as long as it took, for him, always for him, only for him;
Expose not just the physical but also her inner self, her deepest fears, desires, needs.
Those walking past would see the physical, only he would understand everything, see beyond the obvious;
And she would wait here, for him, as long as it needs not because he had told her to;
But because she needs to, because she has to;
Because she knows his command forces her to expose herself;
To those things she hides from, runs from, fears but needs;
So she stands, waits, exposed, exalted.
Words by The Dirty Romantic
Http://youmakemeneedyou.tumblr.com
(Source: stockingssexy, via enjoyingtheviews)
Hmm. Love this.
Such strength, flowing curves, sweeping shapes and happy places.
I could spend time here.
(Source: lovelyderriere, via nuderudeme)