I am not the kind of person one would usually associate with a genital piercing; I'm that Asian girl who is a bit whitewashed (and secretly a nympho), and the only piercing I had prior to the triangle were in my ear lobes. My interest in genital piercing was piqued after I discovered that a fellow classmate had one, and how much she loved it. I was fascinated; and upon conducting my own investigation via google, I coveted a piercing of my own, specifically the triangle - oh, the beauty! the danger! the sexual rapture!
At A Glance Author Jessica Contact Jessica@bme.anon When A month ago Artist Penelope Studio Lucky's Location Massachusetts After a year of extensive research of the risks (terrifying to me) and the pleasures, and debating whether I should or not, I finally gathered my courage and decided to go through with the triangle piercing; the aesthetics and stories of utterly orgasmic sex was just too much to pass up. And so I dialed the local tattoo and piercing parlor for inquiry. Lucky's in Northampton, by the way, has a sparkling reputation for quality, professionalism, and cleanliness - and they really do live up to it. People travel all the way from Boston to this out-of-the-way town in Western Massachusetts to get their body alterations done. Phone call completed, I bit the bullet, holding onto one of my best friends' hand for dear life.
Off with my pants, and into the stirrups I went. Penelope was fantastic, funny, and calm with a reassuring, steady hand. I felt oddly safe and comfortable. Almost too comfortable. After being probed around my crotch for a few minutes, I felt the clamp go down and squeezed the life out of my friend's poor hand as she watched on. A pinch, a quick flash of the hands, and the 14 gauge barbell was in. I sighed with relief. That wasn't too bad. There was nary a drop of blood. "You're a vampire, bloodless!" exclaimed Penelope. I grinned, triumphant and suddenly completely aware of my clitoris in all of her - yes, my clitoris is a she - bejeweled glory. My pussy was gorgeous.
But, oh wait. The barbell was resting above the bundle of nerves, instead of below it. I had gotten an HCH instead of the triangle that I wanted. My clitoris is one small, tricky bitch.
"Would you like to get the piercing redone, right now?" (Gritting teeth) Yes. I'm here. If I don't do it now, I'll probably never do it.
A lot more nervous, and my clitoral bundle of nerves inflamed and irritated from all the unwanted attention that I was receiving below, I bit the bullet. Again. And still squeezing the life out of my friend's hand. The clamp came down, and the needle poked through. In that one second, I could feel myself screaming, but my throat wouldn't produce even a whisper. It was painful. Not the most painful moment in my life, but it is most certainly something that I know I could not brave once more. At least the piercing was in the right place, and thank God Penelope knew her stuff. Imagine if the HCH had gone unnoticed!
Some trickling of blood, and I was done. Given my little baggie of non-iodized sea salt, I went back home.
The first day was the most uncomfortable, unpleasant one, spent in mild pain, but what else are you supposed to feel when you've just had two holes poked in the clitoral region? I comforted myself with horror stories about triangle piercings gone wrong, convincing myself that my nerves were still completely intact and undamaged by the previous events. (Nerve damage in the clitoris is something I'm deeply paranoid about.) Swabbing myself with wetted Q-tips and making sure my clit still had feeling, a wave of relief washed over me.
After a few more days of a-little-more-than-mild unpleasantness, the very occasional itchiness, and walking like someone who had been riding a horse for days on end, I found that my clitoris had gone into hypersensitive mode. Walking up and down stairs was almost divine. At times, merely sitting in a certain position on a couch would result in near-ecstasy. By the eighth day, going back home to California and into the arms of my boyfriend, my clitoris was feeling 99.99% and the hypersensitivity ebbed away.
I don't come near ecstasy in normal physical activities any longer, but oral sex and direct clitoral stimulation is insanely intense. And sex is, well, sex... but better.
If you are considering getting a triangle piercing, be aware of the risks that you face. For some, the process is relatively painless, and for others, they'd rather give birth; the same sort of spectrum applies to amount of blood, and the pleasure you may or may not receive from the piercing. And once you've become knowledgeable of the dangers involved, say "Fuck it" and do it.