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  >> Campfire Creative >> Appendix >> Erotica >> ID #1115745  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
INTO THE FLAME...
He is a wise, consummately experienced Dom ~ but can He tame this intriguing submissive?
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[Introduction]


Being a Dominant was intrinsic to Dante's personality; he'd known since adolescence who and what he was destined to be and time had proved him right.  He was in every way a wise, adept, and confident Master, fully cognizant of the Lifestyle's every nuance from both the Dominant's and a submissive's point of view.  He'd possessed the hearts, minds, and bodies of several beautiful submissives prior to collaring His true and lasting love, with whom He'd happily shared his life until losing her to a drunk driver on a rainswept highway. Seven years have passed since His terrible loss ~ years in which He'd come to grips with the tragedy and from which He was now emerging, ready to resume a full and meaningful existence.  After several hesitant, observational ventures to the fringes of the D/s scene, Dante finds himself at a D/s mixer ~ and across the room, spies a creature who at once and wholly rekindles a spark in his dominant heart...
The User..    Truth is, I was tired of being alone and deep down inside, I knew that my Love would want me to move on, find someone new, and mayhaps find love all over again.  Now here I am at my first D/s mixer in many years, full of committed couples, Doms and subs looking, and the curious, who seem to outnumber all the rest.

Glancing around the room while stuck in a rather boring conversation, my eyes fall upon an enticing woman dressed in a snug fitting oriental dress with a revealing slit up one side sitting at the bar, appearing to be in deep discussion with a gentleman next to her, but her eyes keep looking over at me.

Deciding to take a chance, I excused myself from the group and made my way over to where she sat, smiling slightly when her eyes sparkled at seeing me approach her. Taking the seat next to her, I leaned close to her ear, and stated, "I want you!" ...


Of Fire Born ~ welcome, 2012!    Not unaccustomed to overtures this bold in nature, Monique sighed inwardly at contemplation of how rarely they culminated in encounters bearing any portent of meaning.  The mosaic of her past experience was richly embellished with men who ' wanted ' many things ~ precious few of their number commanding sufficient insight to fuel desire with finesse.   Instinctively, however, she entertained the thought that this man could, perhaps, be counted among the latter. She resolved to explore the possibility.

Something about him ~ many things, actually ~ captivated her from the moment she first spied him, standing silhouetted with drink in hand, observing the party's dynamics even as countless feminine eyes inventoried him.  Admittedly, the lingering, avarice-laced stares were well-founded ~ he was a remarkably handsome man.  But the genesis of her own interest arose from facets of him that, though less tangible and far more elusive, surpassed and were even more arresting than his chiseled features, impeccable demeanor, and masterful bearing. The spark of her intrigue had been ignited by his aura... and fanned to the promise of flame by his very essence.  Still, she'd long ago learned that in matters of the heart, moments such as these are but a prelude... the portal to an uncertain destination at which a submissive woman arrives solely in one of two ways ~ consummately paired or resolutely alone.  Exuberant optimism at such junctures always proved an exercise in prematurity; she opted instead to hold emotion in abeyance and await the start of the dance...

Her heart, nevertheless, would have its own say in the matter, manifested in the quickening of her pulse as she met his gaze with her own ~

"Good evening, Sir. Your name is Dante, is it not?"




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