/Private games /

- When I say "needles", what are you thinking about ?
Silence in the workshop room “Needles and play”.
I think of that autumn evening with Egon, to our first session on her birthday and her laughter that annoyed me. I whipped him hard to make him shut up, he only fell struggling, without ceasing to laugh. I didn't know that laughter comes to her like hiccups, out of context.
– Will you shut the fuck up?
Non, he didn't want to buckle it up. So to tear him away from the silence he refused to give me I tied him up, jute and hemp, 6 millimeters.
- And now, did I squeak, time for serious things !
– Really? that he has done, hardly seeing what could be more serious than the purple welts of English cane.
His imagination couldn't make up for his inexperience. On a vicious little smile, I took out the needles.
– No! he yelled.
– Non ? I do not understand. Either you tell me "orange" and I adjust what needs to be adjusted, either "red" and I stop right away, But no, pity, stop », I do not understand… Sorry, sweetheart.
Egon laughed even more.
- Perfect, I said.

The disinfectant on her skin, pharmacy or dispensary smell,
the slamming of latex gloves on my torturing fingers,
the little noise of the torn plastic packaging,
the discreet plop of the plastic tube that I drop on the ground,
the silvery shine of the needle, bevel up,
a slight push and resistance of the flesh opening, shy and sensual, before suddenly giving in like a too narrow vagina,
a screeching of crumpled silk, felted and shrill at the same time to my ears, my attention, my being cast in the bevel to better penetrate my lover.
"Needle synaesthete", I thought, front-back-front, back and forth of the needle in this metal-fucked breast, and those beautiful lips that no longer laughed but screamed imploring me, me the squatting woman with silver cocks, who tells her that nothing can be more intimate than that, this crossing of the body without anesthesia, this fusion of flesh and metal.
Drops of blood rolled down Egon's chest, beautiful christ painting by candlelight.

- When I say "needles", what are you thinking about ? she asked again.
I let go at the top of my lungs :
– Bite !
She looked taken aback.
– Bite ? Is that so ? I did not expect that, to this answer !
However, it's the only one that makes full sense to me. The eroticism of some is sometimes like common sense, the asset least shared by others.

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