My Andromeda fantasies are notorious on the Forums - here's what I wrote about them in my little autobiog:
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/girly-games.1255/#post-32278
"Stories and pictures about Classical women facing exciting fates, invariably more or less naked, also fed my appetite. I loved to imagine myself in such situations, e.g. leaning my bikini-clad body against a rock on the sea-shore, stretching up my arms to an old mooring ring, being Andromeda watching the waves and waiting for the monster who will come and devour me (I didn't want Perseus turning up to 'rescue' me and spoiling my fun, I wanted to meet my monster!)"
Well, here's my poem about that:
Andromeda's Challenge
Come on boy, I’m stripped for you - skin against scales –
We both know you’ll win, but I’ll put up a fight!
You can delight in your dainty treat’s death-dance,
My can-can to keep clear of your cruel Kraken-bite!
If you lunge at my loins, lithe and lissom I’ll leap,
With a hurl of my hips I’ll be no easy meat,
Slick, sleek and slith’ry, I’ll slip through your slug-slime –
Though bare and in bondage, I’m not ‘ready-to-eat’!
Twisting and twirling, I’ll try hard to trick you –
Tease you and tantalise. Enjoy your prey-play!
Toss me in my tight irons! Taste me with your tongue-tip!
Tear me with your talons – I can’t get away!
Still I’ll skip and cavort as you snack on my leg-meat,
As you relish my raw rump, I’ll wriggle and writhe -
Sinuous and supple, I’ll squirm and I’ll struggle
Till I’m crushed in your coils, while you eat me alive!
Then, when I’m weary, you can gorge on my girl-parts,
While you gnaw at my breasts there’ll be life in them yet!
As I feel your your fangs finding their way through my sweet sex
I’ll feed you a feast you won’t ever forget!
A few more of my poems on that theme, and some pics, are at:
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/beautiful-naked-chained-to-a-rock.1171/
you must be thinking of this:
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I wrote a little poem about that, too
About to die
Sand hot to my bare skin,
flies hum,
the searing sun,
smell of my sweat,
mouth dry,
heart drumming,
shaking…
Dung, blood.
the oxen reek,
stamping the sand, impatient,
eager …
Hushed, the excited crowd.
“Give us your wrists, girl.”
“Open your legs!”
"Wider!"
Ropes biting
tighter and tighter.
Look up
see thousands
looking at me
naked.
The last knot’s tied…