My First Piercing, and How It Almost Didn't Happen

At A Glance Author Hotmess6969 Contact Hotmess6969@aol.com Artist Crazy Ace Daniels Studio WayCool Tattoos Location formerly Richmond, VA , now all over Canada

I got my first body piercing at the tender age of 17, and as you'll soon see, it changed my life. At that point in my life I was working as a go-go dancer at a bar called the Grecca in Richmond, Virginia (with a fake i.d. of course), I was living away from home, paying my own bills, and feeling pretty good about myself. Then I met Crazy Ace.

Ace Daniels owned WayCool Tattoos in the fan in Richmond. His tattoo shop was less than half a block away from the bar I worked in, so he was a regular customer. We eventually got to talking, and I eventually got my first two tattoos. I guess you're waiting for me to get on with the story.

Fast forward three or four months. Ace and I became more than just friends, and I ended up living in the apartment above the tattoo shop with Ace.( But, I guess you saw that one coming. So, after I've lived there for a while(God, I remember this like it was yesterday), one late Saturday night while Ace was doing my third tattoo( a parrot that starts at the top of my hip and goes to the middle of my thigh) one of his female clients comes in to get her ring changed in her inner labia piercing. I will never forget the shock, fear and excitement when I saw my first genital piercing. I must have asked Ace a thousand questions about it. Does it hurt? How long does it take to heal? What does it feel like after it heals? I'm sure I must have driven him crazy with the constant third degree.( I'm almost at the good part hold on.) After a little prodding Ace got me to agree to have my inner labia pierced. I got in the chair, my feet damn near behind behind my head, and I was ready. Ace took the needle out of the package, greased it up with bacatracin, twisted the ring open, and was ready to pierce me. Guess what? I freaked, jumped out of the chair, put my panties back on, and ran upstairs.

For two weeks straight I felt like such a coward. I dreamt about the whole humiliating episode every single night. Don't get me wrong Ace never tried to make me feel bad about chickening out, he never said a word about that night. After two weeks of feeling terrible, I finally got up the nerve to do it.

This part of the story is amazingly clear to me , but then most turning points in your life are. It was once again Saturday night, I had just gotten out of the shower. I dried off, put on an old Ramones tee shirt, and told Ace I was ready. I was very adamant that he had to do it right then, before I lost the nerve. So, we went downstairs to the tattoo shop.

As Ace pulled on his latex gloves my panic rose. My heart was beating so hard and fast I thought it would explode. My face was flushed, I started to sweat. The needle was out, the ring was ready. Ace asked me if I was ready, if I was sure. I said to myself " It's now or never kid!". So, I told Ace to do it.

My heart was beating in my ears, my mouth got terribly dry, my breathing so rapid you'd have thought I had been shot, my hands shaking, my palms wet. Ace said "Here we go." He counted to three. On three, the most amazing thing happened. This incredibly sweet, hot, amazing pain. My head got light, my thighs started to shake, and I got very, very wet. It took me a moment to realize that I had, had my first orgasm. After I regained most of my composure, I ran back up the stairs and proceeded to show the five or six people, that were there hanging out, my beautiful new piercing. I know I had to have driven everyone I knew at the time crazy talking about the whole experience non stop.

I told you at the begining of this story that my first piercing changed my life, and it did. Besides having my first orgasm, which is life altering in it's own right, I discovered that I am truely a modern primative. I now have nine rather large tattoos, and nineteen body piercings, four of which are genital. I have learned to ride those wonderful waves of pleasurable pain, and enjoy every second. And it's because of that first piercing that I learned about the art of body modification, I now see the beauty in it, and fully understand the skill and dedication it takes to pierce and tattoo properly and well.

I still have that surgical stainless steel, ten guage, three quarter inch bead ring that I was originally pierced with. I wear it on a chain around my neck as a reminder that if you don't try things you'll always wonder what you missed. So, that's the end of my story. Thank you for taking the time to read it. And, THANK YOU Ace, for helping me to become the woman I was born to be.