On Pins and Needles

It was a windy night, they were all gathered and my heart thumped agasint my chest as if Rhinos were vaulting themselves at me down and dusty plain.

My lips were wet, my skin was warm and the needles slid into my skin with barely any resistance.

I moaned.

         I whimpered.

                  I simmered.

 

That man slid needles into my nipples and twisted a thread around my nipple piercings and tugged it and made me tear up and whimper and cry out and I hugged him when I left for the night, a soft, devilish smile on my face.