I have a love-hate relationship with needles. I always ask to watch people play with them, and then I get queasy and can’t stick around. My porn (that I use, not that I make!) sometimes looks like bmezine.com, but I have only recently been able to give blood with equanimity. Not that I can donate blood any more — but that’s another entry.

My nipples are pierced, but that required a single instant of stupidity. At eighteen I had even more of those to spare.

Yet here I was stretched out on the bed, watching surgical disinfectant be rubbed over alarmingly large portions of me. Next came handfuls of needles in their pastel plastic covers, tossed on the coverlet.

Gulp.

“I’m scared,” I admitted.

“Shh.” He came close in an instant, and did something to my arm.

“Ooh!”

Another thing.

“Oh! That wasn’t bad at all. Owowow, wait, what are you doing? Are you weaving it?

“All done now. I’m just going to tuck the end under.”

“Oh no you don’t — Ow! You suck!”

“See?”

I guess if someone’s going to hurt me it’s better for only one of us to be scared.

The big ones hurt as I expected needles to hurt. The small ones felt like … nothing. Nothing painful, at least. When a couple of the needles on my breasts went in, I moaned. In my giddy state, I found myself inventing ridiculously poetic descriptions of the sensation. Like knives in butter, like silk… Oh, they were pure fucking sex.

Best of all, when the needles came out, there wasn’t a bruise to be seen. Sign me up! Better yet, teach me how…

I’ll leave off today with the part where I’m naked.

My first sexy-wrestling shoot (on Ultimate Surrender) is up — look for the redheaded girl called Calico getting her ass kicked. There’s also a bondage set on Wired Pussy — stop rolling your eyes about the name and enjoy it, I don’t think I could survive another shoot like that. And my Device Bondage set went up a couple days ago. Look at One Life, Take Two, where Jefferson totally pimps my porn!

And while I am not naked here, TheNaughtyChick also stopped by and said flattering things. Her blog is replete with eye candy, the sort of dainty glamour models I might resemble if I swore off peanut butter and rock climbing forever. If you like them, click over! That is not me in the corset, though. Mine fit correctly.

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