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Piercings In My Flesh Are Memories Etched In My Mind
Its a special type of pain when I draw close to my time to do my job... At first it is getting all of my supplies together gloves, alcohol, gauze, clamps, needle and jewelry. I set everything out on the table to see... In my mind going over each piece and what its function is knowing what each does in stunning detail. I slide the gloves on now my heart begins beating faster in the anticipation... My eyes sharpen as my hands cleanse my tools feeling a shiver run through my body... My nipples harden at the thought of the pain I will surely feel... Then the moment comes I raise the needle and watch as it effortlessly glides under the skin reappearing like magic the needles bite my flesh and its done im left with wetness between my thighs and a dull pain where the needle had been now replaced with a fresh clean piece of lustrous body jewelry to remind me of that special moment in time each moment is special each piercing a memory and piece of my past buried beneath my flesh. |