I love piercing's {that's a crap and rather obvious beginning considering the sight I'm on!}, but previously always on other people... all of my girlfriends have had pretty much their whole bodies hole punched, but me, no.... because needles scared the living shit out of me! I mean really, eternity in hell, yep that's ok by me so long as I can wear pyjamas. A long sharp needle, no fucking thank you!
At A Glance Author creepy_kitty {nick} Contact giraffes_love_jam@yahoo.co.uk When Three months ago Artist Tracy {I think!} Studio Art & Soul Location Kettering The thing is I have had such a craving for them for so long, fear had to give in to experience, it was just a matter of time. But just the thought of a needle sent cold shivers down my spine. This fear has stopped me from getting my lip done for about seven years {or longer} but hay I digress.
I was afraid of needles {please note past tense, very important!} because of a typical experience I had when I was very young lad strapped up in a dentists chair {now normally I would find this very erotic, domination, the feeling of.... Mmmm maybe I shouldn't continue!}. Well to cut a very boring and pretty much obvious story short it took the dentist 18 times to inject my gum, and just the feeling of the needle scrapping against my skull really did it for me in later life! I was almost waiting in anticipation for the Dentist to stand back and proclaim, 'it's alive its alive!'. But no such luck. I was just a little boy lying quite still out of apocalyptic shock. Poor me.
Shall we cut to the chase I hear you calling? Let the film roll on.
So here I was standing before the piercist at my local tattoo studio. I felt a bit awkward, not in a small boy scared kind of way, but a small boy just about to do something very naughty lets bash things, scream insanely and run away. Admittedly I have been adorned in body art {next project is currently being designed by a Buddhist artist in America, very big, very colourful, very me} so the whole scare of needles had been slightly curtailed {about as much a Satan being successfully banned from a pub}. But even so I guess it was quite a big step for me. Well she knew it too and the look of complete shock as I booked my appointment for both of my nips almost scaled the dizzying heights of, 'oh my god look at the size of the fucking volcano erupting and the lava about to kill us all'. Hehehehe, how squishy was that? I had two days to wait, two days to wonder what it would feel like. And those were the best two days of my life...
When I told my friends most of them were very, well lets just say, stunned. 'Not just one nip, but both, at the same time!?' was all they could stagger. But hay I don't care about pain, as long as the results are pleasing. In actual fact I think pain is quite a good thing, it really helps to focus the mind. When I had my tattoo on my back words were just too feeble to describe the sensations. Yes it hurt, but there was such a sense of pleasure underneath it all. Not quite at the surface, but its very presence was ecstatic. It was almost like the build up during an orgasm, my heart sped faster and with each touch of the needle my spine exploded with tender electricity. My mind blocked out the pain, I focused on something else. I chanted my mantra, and just relaxed. I could almost say it was better than sex, but I guess that would be going too far {either that or 1} I wank too much 2} Sex has never been that good for me or 3} Shall we continue? }
The day arrived and there I was standing before the piercist, I think the conversation went something along the lines of:
T: Hi Nick, how's it going?
N: Pretty sweet, you?
T: Are you sure you want to get both of them done!?!?
N: Er... yep {why are people so shocked!}, still the same price?
T: Yer sure, look if you feel faint or anything just shout ok! And if after the first one you don't wish to continue I will understand.
N: No really its cool, cheque ok?
I know this isn't exactly Pinter but I guess you get the picture.
She led me into her 'little room' and shut the door. In some strange corner of my mind I believed she locked, bolted and pasted the door, but then sickness was always inherent in the family. Polite conversation ensued followed by a request to take of my top... Oh really!!!!! But then reality hit and my mind returned to its normal functions {desperation is quite disgusting in a man, a real turn off. I should know...}. I was just chatting away making jokes, having a laugh being crazy ass, just being me. I have big shoes! I guess the piercist had thought I had gone mad. Anyway, lets cut to the interesting bit, the dollar shot, the point in the film were people fast forward their video's to. She clamped my left nipple first, then, well then nothing. 'How was that?'. Well I thought, THAT was pretty lame, I felt nothing. Then I felt a sense of pure trepidation, god I was hard!
Satan must have been listening to that little thought. Next Nipple. Clamp, mmmmmm well that stung a bit, then "Oh my fucking god! Jesus Christ what the fucking bloody shit!!!!!!" {This is internal monologue only}. My body tensed and I guess at this point I realised just why people were warning me against it! Having both of them done at the same time really does make things quite oogie! But I'm very impatient and having them both done was always the goal since I can remember.
After my 'operation' the piercist was either amazed that I went through it without so much as a swear word, or she was waiting for me to collapse. As if answering a spoken question she said 'don't worry, your first nipple was quite soft like a women's, but the second was really hard'. I guess by her definition I am half women have man, now that would be a benefit!
I have to say the level of care and concern she expressed impressed me tremendously. They are a very professional group of people and I will always go to them first.
After I had it done it was quite sore for a while, but then the pleasure was immeasurable. I can't even begin to understand why, but the feeling of cold metal under the flesh of a very sensitive area made showers pretty interesting.
Why nipples? Why do you think, hehehehehehehehe... I know plenty of people who have had it done so I know its nothing to do with being 'individual', but that's not why I want to be pierced. I don't want to show it off to other people. I don't want to be 'alternative'. I am who I am. But just to have that feeling, down below on your chest, you just know its something good. I have been grinning ever since not only like a monkey, but a hysterical combination of Cheshire Cat Monkey. You see my face was and still is that contorted with giggles! Hehehehehehehe...
I love my piercings! They are something so erotic, but also personal, a little secret that the next girl who I'm lucky to come across will discover. And that's another source of pleasure, to know I have something quite kinky under my clothing that the whole world is blind too. I guess it opens up a whole knew spectrum in sex but for me that would be nothing new. You see if water slightly trickling down the area brought me to the brink in the shower... then just imagine the consequences of a soft tongue caressing my pierced nipples... hehehehe I can't wait. But the wait continues, maybe I'm just ugly.... Or diseased.
My bestest squishy friend just took one look and pronounced, well that's just typical you isn't it... and I guess it is. But I love looking at them in the mirror, the cold steel happily shinning in the light... sparkly things! It has given me such confidence, my body complete {well almost}.
My next step is a thin 1.2 ring through the middle of my lip, black, lush, yummy... But it has to be given the ok at work, which is why I didn't get it done first! {I'm trying to set myself up as a writer soon so hopefully things will be fine} Then my tongue, belly and I might have scaffolding through both my ears but I haven't made up my mind yet. My new tattoo is my next most expensive project, I can't wait!
I love spoons!