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Breaking Through

A tremor rests in my fingers
my exposed thigh,
with bevelled tip in line
I'm ready,
I think?

I prick,
suck at my teeth
"How are you doing friend?"
a clatter in the sharps bin
let's try that again

spritz, crinkle, rip, pop
I'm all lined up again
my lungs fill with courage,
and I hold
until I break new ground

Push, push, push
Stop.
That's deep enough now,
sacrificing air for steady fingers
I twist, push, I must keep it straight

It feels like...
Nothing
It glides through my skin
smooth as butter
'till suddenly,  a wall again

I angle back up
Now it feels like something
Its blunted,
which makes me feel the cut

One

      Last

              Big

                    Push

And I'm through
Written by HarleyQuinn (Riah)
Published
Author's Note
I recently started to delve into the world of decorative needle play (BDSM). This is an account of my first poke,
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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