Call me Dragon.

I am retired from Nursing and now work for a major retailer.

I sit upon my rock with a bottle of ketchup, waiting for a snack....

trolls hate me

old friends love me

not a bad life for the mean ole dragon eh?

* ***Addition***

do NOT send me messages if you're not interested in having a conversation. I have better things to do with my time than respond to people just to see that they READ my response but didn't bother to follow up with their OWN.

A Poem for your enjoyment.

"So good"

Icey fingers of pain, spreading throughout your body,

spurring you to scream out your sweet agony to the world.

White hot flashes of electric fire, burning your skin with red streaked welts,

leaving a map of your travels through a world I've created for you.

Your head arches back. You strain at the ropes protecting you from yourself.

Writhing in wicked pleasure as you give yourself up to my guiding hand.

You place with me a trust that shall not be trifled with as your body

trembles with anticipation of the next stroke, counting each one out

as they land with a fiery resonance, bringing you closer...

ever closer...