You know that feeling where you are going to slip or fall, where the ledge you just stepped out onto crumbles a bit and you feel a rush of heat flowing from inside your chest, your feet tingle, your stomach tightens and slips into your throat and your back teeth clench, that was how I felt stepping out my door into the warmth of the afternoon. As a child, I ran from that feeling. These days, I try to run to it. I walked into No Regrets Tattoos almost ready to duck my head and trot right back out for any reason, but I didn't. When they asked what I needed, I had to stammer out a VCH piercing, I'm pretty sure I mumbled it. The man behind the counter had to ask me to repeat myself. And I did. He calmly spoke and assured me they performed them there.
At A Glance Author Lia Contact Lia@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Jeremy Studio No Regrets Tattoos and Piercing Location Solomon's Island Maryland
I wanted this piercing...I had pondered the idea of it, imagined the feeling of metal slicing it's way into my body, what it would look like, how it would enhance my sexual experience, if at all. For days I flipped through pictures, read stories, explored how it would feel and heal. I couldn't imagine living one more minute just idly saying I wanted something and yet not capturing it because I was afraid. What, am I going to wait till I'm 60 to pierce my clit hood? Hey grandma, let me take your cane while you jump up on the table.
I even explored where to go. It had to be clean, relaxing and comfortable. I was going to be alone so I needed to feel taken care of. I used every exscuse to avoid getting it, I had no time, I had no where I knew of that would do it, and, of course, I can't imagine the pain. Finally, what if they miss and it doesn't work anymore. Then I read some of the stories here and I felt better. I emailed a friend who had most of her body pierced and tattooed and she jubilently sent a reply full of encouragement, the VCH was her first piercing, it was the least painful and most pleasurable. She loved it and hoped I would go for it. Her only warning...just don't get the dangly jewelry or it may not be in for long. We joked about attaching a long chain from the clit to our nose for conversation pieces.
Upon speaking with the staff, I immediately began feeling more comfortable. Jeremy assured me he'd done so many piercings over the last 8 years that this would be simple for him and easy for me. He explained to me about their tools, cleanliness and hygiene. He answered every question completely and let me know it wouldn't hurt as much as I imagined, he brought out beautiful pieces of jewelry. Then it came time to show my pieces to him. He had to ensure I was built properly for a vertical clitoral hood piercing. I blushed, no other man but my husband had looked at me for a long time. I felt compulsed to explain I'd had two children, to explain away my imperfections. He then shared he was about to have his first. I smiled. It was one quick momentary look with my pants down and an ok, hop up on the pink towels and lay your head to the left.
Every tool was laid out and fresh needles and clips were unwrapped from blister packs. I let him know that if I yelped, it wasn't him, I'm a big baby. Random thoughts started running rampant. I wondered about my lipstick. I absolutely had to put makeup on to go to my piercing. Sounds rediculous, but, in my mind, if I was going to have a stranger not just looking at, but becoming extremely familiar with my most private of parts, I should at least dress up for the date.
He gently opened my legs and I felt it get chilly, it was just a moment and he let me know to take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I let it out and thought of a night spent staring at the stars...and then I yelled. It didn't hurt like I'd feared, it felt like he'd reached out and pinched my clit really hard for a split second. It was getting the ring on that was a pain in the ass. I am apparently not just a wiggler, but a bratty whiner. He was so gentle and didn't want to hurt me, so kept going and adjusting until it simply went on. Apologies to Jeremy. I had to apologize for not being able to keep still, but in the end, it was done, he was a fantastic professional and I had to hug him.
I couldn't believe I'd done it. It bled a little, but not much, it was sore, however now it's just gently throbbing. It's beautiful. It's mine. I would do it again in a heart beat.