Memoiries Part 1

My head is always swimming with thoughts ideas and memories like a whirling insides of a washing machine sticking with me for a bit before spinning back into the pile.

Today I remembered when I was riding my bike around some sand hills by a farm where I used to live by. i lost control of my bike and got tangled up in the rusty barbed wire that marked off the property next to me. At first I got scared because I didn’t know what was going on and felt some pain but then I recognized that I was in barbed wire. I have always had an affinity for barbed and razor wire ever since I watched it slice and cut people on the videos I watched online and at the young age of 14 I began to start getting excited that I was part of something that I could bring unimaginable pain to people. I undid my pants and began to make passionate love to one of my favorite material in the world. The barbed wire caught against my underwear and pulled it off with my rhythmic motion. Soon the barbed wire was scraping against the bare skin of my arms legs and scrotum. It stuck inside the palms of my hands and dug into my thigh and stomach and I wanted more. I kept it all around me as long as I could before I ejaculated on the reddish-brown wire. After a few moments of recollecting myself I untangled myself from the wire and went home. I rubbed my cuts with alcohol and enjoyed the sting but that is a story for another time.