Novel Piercing Novels & Stories

I put in her jewelry and sprayed the area, and then fingered her one last time. I gave her pussy one last look. It was gonna be at least two weeks before I could fuck her. She needed at least that long to heal. With a last twist of my fingers inside of her I pulled them out. I put her in a new pair of cotton panties and cuddled her. My sweet Angel, all mine. She wouldn't have let me do those things to her body if she didn't agree, and she knew what they meant to me. I'd specifically learned all about piercing because I always knew how I wanted to mark the woman that would be mine, and I'd be damned if some other dude was going to have his hands on my pussy.

The bar sat perfectly, rubbing against my clit with every movement already. Then he did both the inner and outer labia, one by one, clamping and piercing without much pain again, more like intense pressure than anything. Linda finished hers around the same time, and we stood there naked, looking at our new piercings in the hand mirrors, admiring how they sparkled and accentuated our pussies.

The power dynamic sent a thrill through me. Ryan's hands explored my body thoroughly, finding sensitive spots and exploiting them. He pinched my nipples until I gasped, traced the muscles of my stomach, wrapped his hand around my hardening cock. "Very responsive," he noted. "Does he have any piercings?" "Not yet," Dante said. "But I've been considering it. Nipple piercings maybe. Or a Prince Albert." The idea of Dante piercing me, marking me permanently, made my cock throb in Ryan's hand.

DUAL PIERCING: Lila Moreau’s pulse fluttered as she stepped into the private studio room. She had booked the “couples experience” package on a whim two weeks ago, a special session designed for intimate matching piercings. What she hadn’t expected was that the two artists would be brothers. Jax and Kai. They were both in their early thirties, tall, and strikingly handsome in that dangerous way. They moved around the room with easy familiarity, preparing tools and jewelry.

"Not the name I'd give it. But you'll like the way it feels." "I'm, uh, extremely open to new experiences," I say, stroking him slowly, body tingling with excitement. I've never seen or heard of a piercing like this before. I take him in my mouth, sucking him slow, tasting his salty precum before sliding him deep into my throat.

But what? Then I have the idea. "I want another piercing." I blurt. Alec looks at me, scanning me. He has piercings on his ears. So he shouldn't be upset about it. But I don't want it in my ear... well, I do but not just in my ear. "Where?" He asks, standing beside me and looking at my face in the mirror. "My nose and cartilages," I reply confidently. I need a change. I've never had any piercings aside from the first hole I got when my mom was alive.

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.

When he became round with the small steel hammer-like issue and the huge hole factor needle, I begged, "Prevent, please..." He smiled, simply to twistedly kiss my cheek in which the tears had commenced, then held up the whole factor for me to peer it higher, to peer the way it shaped a form of eye screw that could near the steel right into an atypical piercing, even though now no longer one supposed to be worn for an extended length of time. I could not appear to shut my eyes while he placed it with the attention of the forceps and I stared down, in a form of horror, below the shares in my restricted view.

I said. “Oh, that explains it. Can you tell me the piercings you have? I love hearing about piercings so much.” “Sure. Helix, right here,” I said, turning my ear toward him, brushing the cartilage with my finger. “Ear lobe too, obviously. Septum—well I lost the ring, getting a new one soon. “I can’t wait to see you with it. It’s going to look so sexy on you,” he said. “It sure does. I have a nipple piercing too… a Prince Albert piercing.”

"Nipples next. Uncle's doing them himself." My tits heaved, nipples perked from the cool air. He clamped the first, cold metal pinching. "Breathe, slut." The needle pierced sharp, fire through my breast. I cried out, tears pricking. He threaded the ring quick, silver hoop with a tiny lock charm. "Fuck... burns." He tugged it light, sting shooting to my pussy. "Looks good. One more." Second nipple same—clamp, pierce, ring. I whimpered, but heat built low again. The fresh piercings throbbed, sensitive.