Dominance and submission ~~ THE LOOK ~~ #Hot #BDSM #Romance #Smexy #EroticRomance #PNR
Do you know what I’m talking about? The Look. The glint in his eye that silently says, “when I get you home…!”
I’m out to dinner with friends. It’s been a lovely evening. The wine is flowing, the food delicious, the conversation comfortable and easy. I am laughing softly at an anecdote, and glance across at him to share the smile. Without warning, there it is. The Look.
My pulse quickens. The butterflies spring to life. He locks my eyes, silently promising, “when I get you home…!” Instantly I am filled with a burning anticipation. How does he do that? The magic he wields sparkles across the table. I shiver, feeling a delicious, warm chill travel down my spine and land between my legs. Did anyone see what just happened?
Normal. I must act normal. How can I possibly act normal when I have just been told…what exactly?
Only the magician knows what happens next. Which rope, crop, shackle or other wicked implement he will pull from his bag of tantalizing tricks.
The conversation continues to swirl around me, but the words have transformed into meaningless sound. I’m fidgeting, unable to stay still. Have they noticed? My panties are moist, and I squirm, staring at the tablecloth, where my eyes fell moments after seeing, The Look. I’m afraid to glance back up, afraid the conjurer will cause a deep blush to move up my neck and across my face, betraying my hedonistic hunger.
His fingers have begun to tap the table. He knows I’m staring at them. He knows I cannot stop my mind from recalling how his hot hands make my skin sizzle. I can feel The Look now, his unseen energy wafting through the air like an erotic, spicy aroma.
His fingers have stopped their dance. He has become quiet and still, and his polite comments that had contributed to the flow of conversation have ceased. I know what that means. He is thinking, imagining, planning.
I can’t stand it another minute. I need to leave. I need to be in the car next to him, his hand on my thigh as he weaves his way through the streets. I finally risk the glance. My eyes travel upward, he catches them. I am trapped. The Look holds, me, teasing me, tempting me, telling me home is only short drive away.
Oh to be home, to be bound by his invisible shimmering hex. I am filled with impatience, aching to be at the mercy of the Sorcerer so he can cast his spell on me, but then I realize, he already has.
Goodbye DOWNTOWN ABBEY ~ Thank you, JULIAN FELLOWS ~#Britlit #Britishlit #British #English #AmazonUK
A weekly escape, or a peek through a keyhole into the past, Downtown Abbey was a riveting drama that could make us cry, touched our hearts, charmed us, and made us laugh.
Tremendous detail permeated every episode. Over one thousand wigs were made, the costuming was worthy of an Oscar, and the extraordinary castle in which the story was set, (over forty of these magnificent estates were visited before the creators decided on Highclere Castle), offered a backdrop rich in history, and stunningly gorgeous aesthetics. All of this contributed to the magnificence that became one of the world’s most adored television shows, and while gifted actors brought their characters alive with consummate skill, it was the brilliant writing of Julian Fellows that was the heart and soul of the phenomenon, Downtown Abbey.
Julian created a world into which we could escape, people to whom we could relate, and most importantly, stories that captured our imaginations, lingering long after each episode ended, keeping us hungry for more. Carrying us through the social and cultural evolution that swept across Britain in a frighteningly short time, it also educated us, and reminded us that the winds of change are constantly swirling.
Thank you, Julian, for entertaining us, teaching us, inspiring us,
and showing us what truly gifted writing is all about.
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