Body Piercing

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From Tom
I got my nipple pierced about six years ago and would recommend it to anyone who's thinking about it. I had wanted it done for ages but was worried that it would be painful and that I'd catch it on things.  The piercing process was nothing, but it was painful for a week or so afterwards.  After a while you don't even notice it's there but it can ache sometimes on a cold day.

I'm 37 now and I love the fact that it's there under my shirt and few people know.  It also makes me feel sexy and daring. I had a girlfriend who didn't like it but plenty of women seem to find it attractive. I really like nipple piercings on women but I don't think I'll persuade my wife to get them. 

From Asteria
I just have to say how much I identify with Jennifer. I totally hate the way I look. Personally I find body piercings very sexy, when done in what I consider good taste. So my natural solution to hating my body? Pierce it. I was barely one month ago when I finally worked up the courage to go get my belly button pierced. I found the cutest little barbell with a smiley face on it (my personal symbol), but I suppose that's besides the point. When the man took me back to where he was going to actually pierce me, I admitted my total fear of pain. Now mind you I am totally into pain and love, for sexual purposes. But the thought of having some stranger stick a needle in me scared the crap out of me. He assured me that it would be no worse that having a blood sample taken at the hospital. OK, so there I went prepared for the worst. Not only did it not hurt, but I barely felt it. It takes allot, and I mean allot of care to make sure it does not become infected. But I can't wait to go out and get my nipples and tongue pierced. The nipples for me, and the tongue for my husbands pleasure. Not to mention, that as said before, for me getting a piercing is a total rush, it's like a natural high. I have been assured the act of piercing my nipple will be painful, but only moderately and only for a moment. And the pleasure I've been told of far outweighs the pain.

Oh and PS be careful with them and make sure your lovers are too. My husband in the heat of the moment ripped my shirt off of me, catching it on the barbell and sending me to my knees in horrifying pain. So please, do be careful.

From Jennifer
Hello, My name is Jennifer and I am a recovering pierce-a-holic. Perhaps you have heard of people who find the adrenaline rush from piercing addicting. I will vouch for that. I used to hate the way I looked. I was laughed at because no matter what I did I looked too innocent.

Some male friends suggested that I do a piercing or try drugs. Drugs were out of the question. I fainted when the guy at the piercing shop showed me his penis piercing. The next week I had my belly button done. I chose a silver hoop with a jade stone. Soon after, I had my left ear cartilege pierced. I got dizzy, but it felt so good! Then I started dating a piercing apprentice. FREE piercings! All I could handle. I had the belly button done again, and the other ear cartilege, and then my tongue. My mouth was numb, the needle pinched, I drooled all over myself and the piercer. I swelled up and talked funny for a few hours. I was not advised how to care for the thing - only told no oral sex for a few weeks, and no smoking. I went out and ate steak for dinner. Ripped the booger. It healed ok. I got a bigger ring in it. When it healed, I LOVED giving head!

Then my body rejected the belly rings. I replaced them by getting my tragus (the little nobby thing at the opening of the ear) done with a pretty lady with bright pink hair that patted my cheek and called me "momma." By this time the jewelry adorning my body was worth more than my savings. I was poor.

An inability to breathe due to a sinus problem meant I had to remove my beloved tongue ring. The rest came out when I had surgery. All that are left are the two on my earlobe that Mom did when I was six - and the tragus. Some day I may give up the tragus.

I am starting to value the look of innocence I was once so ashamed of, but I really, really miss the rush I got from piercing.

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