Well, I think I'll start out by saying how much I love piercing, but when it comes to my own, I just don't want any. It's not that I don't like the feeling or that the act of piercing scares me, it's just that I've had some bad experiences with piercing that I never wanted to go through again. I suppose it could be partly my fault, I let the piercer do, even if it was done badly. I never wanted to get any after that, but I'm also easily talked into things. I'll start with the bad piercing.
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon Artist A friend Studio Dave's home made studio Location Ashland Oregon I was about 19 when I decided to get a piercing. I kept hearing from my guy friends about how much they liked pierced nipples. I thought nothing of it, until I hooked up with this really great guy. He was kind. He was funny. He could do everything(except pierce well). He asked me one day if I wanted to get my nipple pierced, being the girl that I am, I said no, it would hurt to much. He kept asking me over and over again, until one day when he said that if I didn't like it I could take it out. Ok, I thought, if it hurts too much I'll tell him to stop. and if I don't like it, I'll take it out. So off we went to the bathroom. He opened up his "toolkit" and took out a needle and some clamps with a triangle bend at the end of them. He clamped down on my nipple and told me to keep breathing. I sat there concentrating on breathing as he shoed the needle through. I felt him put the hoop in and take the clamps off. I almost passed out from the rush I had. After a few weeks of cleaning and watching it, I started to notice that it was a little crooked. I started watching it as it healed and I noticed that it stayed in the same spot he pierced it, but it was off center. I showed a piercer friend and he told me I should take it out cause it was in a bad spot. I, naturally, took it out. I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend, but I never let him even come close to me with a needle again.
I've had a bad experience and a good one. I grew up a little more. Learned a thing or two about piercing, and who not to let pierce me. I met this one guy who had everything I wasn't looking for, but he was incredible. After a while I told him my piercing story and he offered to pierce me anywhere I wanted. I thought about it for a week or two, and told him he could pierce me anywhere he liked. I know it was kind of risky, but I've seen some of the piercing he's done on himself and our friends. He thought about and said he wanted to pierce my hood. I about shit a brick when he said that. I told him no way, but after hearing that he dropped the whole piercing idea. I asked around about what it was like to get a hood piercing and talked to a few girls that had theirs done. All I heard from them was how good it was for sex, and that no matter how bad the guy is, the piercing made everything feel good. My new boyfriend was already incredible in bed, he could things that would make me cry. Any ways, I told him that if he still wanted to, he could pierce my hood. He was overcome with joy and ran to get his needles. He came back with a needle, a little metal tube, and some gel that would numb it. He told me the tube was a receiving tube, and the gel was some new stuff he found. I took off my clothes and sat down on the edge of my bed. He was really excited and kissed the spot where he was going to pierce. He then took the gel and rubbed it onto my hood. After a while I couldn't feel a thing except a slight tugging when he pulled out my hood and marked it. He put the needle against my skin and told me to breathe, I already knew what to do. I didn't look to see if he had done it yet, but he told me to look even before I had a chance to start to concentrate. I looked down and saw a needle through one of my favorite places. I almost cried at the thought of defiling my genitalia, but he told me sit back and relax while he put the barbell in. It was a little curved barbell that had a big ball on one end and a small one on the other. I was just about to get up when he began to play with it. It was a little painful, but it felt incredible, so I let him play with it while I was laying there.
I ended up breaking up with him, but I still thank him for the piercing he did. I love my little pierced hood. It's the one thing I look forward to playing with at the end of the day. I now have a comparison on piercing, and I must say the better of the two is most gratifying.