dusana

Evening work pushing dragons breath ink into a willing victim. I wanted to taste the opium of pain to relax into my head before he hurts from my creativeness...the right side of the nose...the left...the warm rush envelops me, it's been so long..Swoons, my cunt is so wet...I want to jack off all over the shop...tap tap tap to get the needle out of the steal snot filled receptacle I stuffed in my nose not unlike a coke feind lapping up a line with there "spacious living" sinus cavity...nothing I haven't done before, but reality takes a brief stop and I look to the left, "follow the white rabbit and enjoy the high" I murmur. Only to find when I look down...three fingers have become impaled upon my second spear....Like a junkie, rig still in arm, staring at the mess of flowing blood, no reaction just sensation....ENJOYMENT then disbelief at what I've done, I giggle.."I wasn't looking to do more than two piercings" I think to myself as the ringing in my ears and the veracious smile for life rides off my face to the north. Sometimes the cards are spread for a game you don't always have time to play anymore. I win.



Lick my wounds......I want your touch