The thumping hollow feeling echoes through my veins.
I’m afraid.
But, I need to do this.
I hear the buzzing.
“Are you ready?”
He asks almost seductively, as I grip each thigh in my hands.
I respond, “I’m ready,” barely a whisper.
The fear grips my heart in drowning doubt.
He starts.
The needle pierces my skin,
Penetrating a sea of blackness that mimics my soul.
Conquering my skin until my last beat.
The buzzing, vibrating pain brings excitement.
I’m yearning for more.
I’m addicted.
The terrifying grip loosens with each motion of his artistic hands.
My eyes close.
Don’t stop!!
My mind wanders to blank canvases that his needle can touch.
With his domineering and sexually gratifying hands he announces the outline is done.
“How did that feel?” he asks.
With a coy smile pasted on his face, he knows the answer.
“You’re done?!” I gasp.
It can’t be over . . . not yet.
“Now it’s time for the good part.” He chuckles.
He knows I like it.
An orgy of madness touches circles through out my skin as the shading begins.
The pain feels good.
Back and forth.
Slowly at times and then quickly when I moan.
I don’t want this to be over.
He lays back exhausted, “all done.”
He stares at his release.
The time has come for me to stand in front of the mirror and stare at the most gratifying experience in my life.
“You’re the best I’ve ever had. I love it!”

08/25/2008

Author's Note: It was my first time! :)

Posted on 08/25/2008
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