Novel & Cerita Lobotomy Piercings

That was going to require a lot more effort than I had in me. Loren and I walked over to our usual spot. Unfortunately for us, our table was taken by a girl who I’d never seen before. She had blunt, black microbangs. Her hair was tied up in a knot on top of her head. A bunch of silver-looking piercings dotted her face. She had electric red, wide rimmed glasses on. If it wasn’t for her violet eyes, I would’ve thought she was a vampire as her skin was incredibly fair.

Palming my face, I squealed in excitement, “I can finally wear earrings.” Delicately touching them, I trailed my fingers along the helix and fiddled with my lobes. Still in awe, I released a breathy laugh as I enjoyed the new sensations. Oh, goddess, they're so tiny and nice. I loved them. Right away, Lykoan assisted me with the earrings, picking them out of the box. Holding the first one at my earlobe, he frowned when he said, “This will sting.” “Hmm.” I braced for the pain, hissing and wincing when both earrings pierced my ears.

The memory of the process and the subsequent satisfaction etched the experience into my consciousness, unlike the nebulous recollection surrounding my nipple piercings. Surrounding my ears are four piercings, each a marker of my journey in self-expression. The decisions to pierce were deliberate, a conscious effort to manifest facets of my identity through these small, yet significant, embellishments. Similarly, a single piercing adorns my nose –a subtle rebellion against convention, a declaration of individuality.

Liam comes back with the needle and hands it to Allie who tosses it into a small bowl filled with rubbing alcohol. “Y'all forgot ice,” Allie reminds them. Melanie gets a bowl and fills it with ice to numb my ear lobes. By the time she gets done washing her hands and pouring alcohol on them, I’m feeling a bit tipsy. “Right, let’s do this,” Allie quips as she reaches for an alcohol-soaked cotton ball and cleans my left earlobe, next she puts two pieces of ice on the front and back of the ear lobe, the last part she sticks the needle through the lobe, lastly she puts one of the earrings in my ear. The bad part was, no matter how much tequila I drank I still felt the pain of the needle going int

He would find a way to strike, even from prison. --- Next Morning—Dino's Private Vault The room was clinically lit, lined with safety boxes and biometric locks. At the center was a single case—polished mahogany, bearing Dino's security insignia. Tomiwa stood beside Dino as the case opened, revealing the glinting treasure inside: an ultra-rare blockchain-based coin, minted during the inception of LazTech’s crypto division. It had multiplied in value over the years, a digital artifact tied to the most secure network in the world.

"One scream, no tears." I assumed that was for the betting benefit of the Members. I wasn't sure if it was good or bad that I screamed but didn't tear up. My eyes didn't usually water from pain, though teared flowed a lot when my throat was being fucked. I tried to center my breath and prepare for the next nipple piercing, which I was already dreading. I didn't need to worry. The next time I felt the pinch of the pinchers, it was on my left labia, towards the back. I shrieked again as the needle went through that tender flesh. This time, though, it was immediately followed by more pinching and piercing, twice more on the left labia, leaving me so stunned I couldn't draw breath to cry out aga

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Loretta Wolstenholm, Professional Masochist “Lace me up. Come on.” The show would begin soon, and I was backstage helping Loretta prepare. She had undone the buttons of her dress, revealing the twelve hoops pierced into her back: six on each side, forming two lines between her tiny wings. The ends of a scarlet ribbon hung from the top pair. “Loretta,” I said, crouching to examine the holes. “These hoops . . . ”

Stacy kept up a running conversation about nothing in particular to keep Angel's mind off of the little pain she was inflicting in order to stamp my name and ownership on her body. I kept one hand in hers while playing with her hair with the other; my eyes on the needle as it moved in short meticulous progress across her flesh. Three hours later we were done and my baby was sporting a brand-new tattoo right across her Mons; it said simply Colton Lyon's on top with a butterfly that covered both labia majora in the same color scheme as her angel wings. With the clit piercing in the middle it was fucking hot and my mouth watered at the sight of it. Stacy gave her a mirror to look at it and she

It took almost a week for Cleo and the research department to create the world’s first Crystal Lotus dildo. It wasn’t the most comfortable for penetration because of the gems stuck onto the toy. It was similar to the studded dildo, but every single gem and crystal seed was glued onto the toy by hand. There were no machines to manufacture such an intricate piece of art.

Could sex with someone she’d only met a couple of days ago unleash emotions that strong? Was it deeper than that? Her earring got stuck as she tried to shove the post through the ancient hole, the back of the earlobe grown over. A few layers of skin had closed up the back of the lobe and she worked to center the end of the post over the spot where the lump of scar tissue was thickest. Gritting her teeth, she forced the metal rod through, the hot sting of newly-pierced tissue evolving into a throb. Her favorite pearl earring dangled nicely. Was it worth the pain?