Novel Piercing Novels & Stories

Sliding onto the cold tiled floor, Itzel sobs silently, feeling helpless, used and disgusted more at herself. Itzel has never been one for fancy piercings on her body. The first piercing that she got was her ear lobe piercing. Even as a child, she was hell stubborn as described by her ma sometimes. So, when she was taken to get a hole done on each of her earlobes, she had thrown out a fit. The moment some middle aged man pierced her lobe with a piece of gold wire, she got livid! Not out of pain or something but instead out of impulsiveness and her uncontrollable anger. Cursing that piercer a string of colorful words that he right away declined to pierce her other lobe. Then she was reluctant

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?

“Yeah. Nipples.” Jax tilted his head. “You sure? It’s not a starter piercing. Sharp pain, quick, but it hits hard. Then it throbs for hours. Healing’s months—no tight clothes, saline soaks, no submerging them. You good with that?” I swallowed. “I think so.” Marcus studied me for a moment. “You look nervous.” “I am,” I admitted. “But it’s my birthday. Twenty-three today. I want to do something… different.”

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.

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.”

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

More precum rolls out. “It’s like a shooting star, more like a shooting cock," I manage to joke despite the arousal making it impossible to tear my attention away from her extremely fuckable body. I got the piercings years ago after hearing they make sex pleasurable. But they were useless for me. Not until now. Im floating in a godsdamn space as it is. Still, if Bethany doesn't like the piercings, I'll have them removed. Anything for her. "I like them," she murmurs, flashing a smile.

But what's even more shocking are the silver ring and bead sparkling at the head. Without thinking, I reach out, then stop. Is it okay to touch it? I've never seen a pierced penis before, and don't know what the proper protocol is. He laughs softly, the sound washing over me like rich velvet. "Go ahead." Flushing, I stroke the metal carefully. It's warm and smooth-and a bit slick from precum. His cock jerks, the veins darker and more pronounced. “Never seen a pierced dick before?" "Never. Did it hurt when you…..?"I ask

Sky grins. "That's true, although it took me months to think of Mason," I grimace as I remember all the terrible names I tried first. "I knew Sky straight away, I wanted it to be not as normal but not too crazy, you know?" "I understand, that's your whole personality anyways," I laugh and he nods. "I'm getting a new genital piercing tomorrow, it's going to be at the bottom of my pussy like where a cis guy would have one behind his balls, I'm very excited."