I've always secretly admired people with body modifications, just to put themselves out there. In side I've always felt a little odd, like I didn't quite fit in and yet I'm the epitome of all American boy. I grew up in the city, but was actually more of a farm boy at heart. My parents own a trucking company, which sounds a little red neck, but I would say my personality is far from it. I've always been mesmerized by the hard core stuff. I don't know if it's an erotic feeling, or just envy. I met this girl and she had her nipples pierced. I guess this is where the erotic part comes into affect. I couldn't help but look at her and think, this girl is a freak, and totally relate. Turns out she was...and I was hooked! It also turns out she has piercing in places I never would of imagined.
At A Glance Author anonymous When Five years ago Location Iowa One night my sister invited myself and my buddies to visit her at college because they were having a party. This girl I was seeing happened to be going to the same school. I called her up and she came on over. We talked the whole night. She said she was turned on by guys with tongue rings. She said that they can do things that no other man without one can. I was in...but I was chicken shit! Like I said, I am an all American boy. Not chicken shit of the pain...okay a little...but more just what everyone would think of me. It would be like openly announcing to the world that I was a freak, yet it is such a minor thing. I know those of you who are reading this, especially those of you interested enough to join the BME world think I'm being a pussy, but it's a hard stretch for me.
So the night went on and I just got shitty! I mean shit faced! One of my buddies who I had talked to about body mods and this girl (of course) suggested I get my tongue done that night and he even said that he would get a tattoo. Then another one of my friends jumped in and said they would be game as well. So we left the party, drunk as hell, and girl in tow and decided we were going to balls up. I can't tell you how excited I was, especially to have the support of my friends. It seems lame, because I know everyone has a drunken tattoo story, but this was more than that. It was me finding myself. This is ridiculous...writing this down on paper, for the whole world to read, but I guess that is the point of Body Mods.
So we walk the streets and find a tattoo shop. I would tell you the name, but I was so shitty I can't remember. My friend went in first and we quickly learned that tattoo places do not tattoo drunk asses! My friends were too drunk to keep it together, but I wanted this bad! Plus I had a girl to impress. I did my best I'm not drunk, I'm taking care of these guys act. It worked and I was able to walk my incoherent self up to the chair to get my first body modification. The whole process took like three minutes. I didn't really feel and thing, which I think was partly the alcohol talking, but I've been told that most people don't. I've later learned that sometimes the pain of the experience is half the experience. It was like losing my virginity without intercourse and just like losing my virginity I've been hooked ever since.
It must of been a turn on to the girl I was seeing at the time as well because we had the best sex of my life! I tried out my new tongue ring to the fullest extent that night! However, this is yet another reason why you shouldn't allow drunken people to get any sort of Body modifications. The next morning I woke up to what felt like a tube sock shoved in my throat. My tongue had swollen to the size of Texas! I tried to speak but nothing but gibberish came out. I rolled over to find the girl I was seeing next to me and she was horrified! I ran out to the living room to show my buddies and in their hung over stupor they still managed to laugh their asses off! They took about a bazillion pictures before actually providing any assistance (unfortunately I do not have one to share, but you can imagine).
We walked down to the tattoo place and my friend interpreted what had happened. They suggested I rinse with salt water and not talk or use my tongue for any extra curricular activities anytime soon! Needless to say the erotic ness of the tongue ring wore off the next day. I never spoke to that girl again. However I'm sure she has a great story to share about how some guy she met went down on her so much that he couldn't talk the next day!