My torch light glints off the shiny orange gem, that lies next to my friend Jim, The poor ******* picked it up before he could flea, and now I feel it pull towards me, The radiating heat is so soft and sweet I can feel my feet shuffling towards ultimate defeat. As I reach down to pluck it up, the first feel of it is such a rush. The power of it is to great, I'm going to faint my soul is no longer mine to hold and cherish it resides within the gem, now I'm with my true friend Jim.
I feel the sand slide between my toes, as the Dune begins to cascade down to the darkened hole below. I see the darkened Malestorm swirling and taking the sand beneath my feet, to the horror in the Deep. It's teeth are white as bone, it's breath as rank as death. The Dune is slipping between my fingers, my God it's death. I Feel the teeth clamp around my waist as the pressure becomes too great, lord save me. It might be too late. As the sand overtakes my fate. Once again the dunes are silent and wait for next meal date. Too bad I didn't make it out I'm afraid to say.
Copyright Michael Robert Triska 2019 This is a Dungeons & Dragons 5th edition game called Enter Sandman. It's a desert campaign
The rope that you’re using to hold me I crave as my very own, for I am your woman desiring and submissive is now what I am.
Your whip might hold such terror for one who knows not of pain, for me it’s an object of wanting that drives me to seek it again.
The gag that holds me in silence so my protests cannot be heard, arouses me more than I tell you as screams are held deep inside.
So much of me needs all this from you making me want in this way, I cannot find it with others only you can control how I play.
The torture you give is sublime now such suffering drives me insane, my mind goes deep into meltdown and beyond anything I can explain.
The force of your lash overwhelms me with agony driving so deep, yet I must take all that you give me as you dry the wet tears when I weep.
‘Tis then that you hold me so softly with arms around me so tight, to know that I am your slavegirl and suffering for you is so right. *
From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 **** Verses 2017
I write of what I know from life as I have lived it. ***** yes, but in the company of liked minded people who have invariably been kind and courteous in parallel with their sadism. My book of collected verse is on Amazon (Francesca Anderssen) on kindle and paperback, together with my **** Novel "Need" which is semi autobiographical.