Novel Piercing Novels & Stories

"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.

I try again and he tells me to stop. "Fine then I won't tell you about my new piercing," I grumble. As soon as I say the words I feel the atmosphere in the car get much colder. "What?" Marcus growls. "Sorry," I try but he glares at me. "What did you get pierced?" "My nipple," I answer and drop my head down in shame. He exhales angrily and doesn't say anything else for the rest of the car ride. When we get to his house he tells me to kneel in the corner. He lifts my shirt up to look at the piercing and sighs again. I have to watch as he slowly makes himself dinner and then eats it by himself at the dinner table. Every time I move from the position he put me in I get a firm command to move bac

"Brianna, at the BDSM show." "Could she do these for me here?" I asked. "I would love to wear something identifying me as belonging to my Master. "She could," Marcia replied. "All kinds of piercings; nipple, clitoral hood, labial, belly button. You name it, they probably pierce it. If you're considering piercings, you might want to speak to Monique and some of the other women who've had children about the effect of piercings on breast feeding and baby delivery. I'm sure they had to remove any vaginal piercings to deliver the babies and the nipple piercings for breast feeding."

"Breathe in." She inhaled and I smoothly drove the needle through her flesh. She didn't move an inch. "Good girl. Almost finished." I took the fourteen gauge barbell and threaded it along the needle, pulling it through the three-quarter inch space under her flesh. I used gauze to gently wipe blood from her pussy. The piercing might bleed slightly for several days. It would also be quite sore in a few hours. I lay the needle and receiving tube on the tray and removed my gloves. I pushed two fingers into her pussy.

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.

My chest tightened for him. “I wanted a comeback,” he admitted. “Like — glow up, make him regret it, make him beg. I decided to get my dick hole pierced. Nose and ear too. It was actually beautiful. Way better than I expected.” I blinked hard. “You pierced your… dick?” He nodded like it was nothing.

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.

The piercings jingled with every movement of his mouth and hands, a lewd metallic soundtrack to my pleasure. Then the bald man pressed his mouth deeper against my pussy hole, his tongue plunging inside with a few quick, firm thrusts before pulling back. A moment later, he replaced it with the blunt tip of his cock, rubbing along my folds. The pressure forced my pussy lips apart, making the piercings adorning my pussy jingle with every movement. The bald man’s hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he pressed his cock against my soaked pussy. The piercings on my pussy rubbed against his thick cock as he pushed in, the stretch burning so fucking good.

Not a single peck of hair in sight… just how I like it. My heartbeat accelerates as I pass the washcloth over his nipples. A hiss slips past his lips and I look up to find his eyes half shut and cloudy with… pain? My throat tightens with alarm. “Are you okay?” “No.” His voice is a deep rumble in his chest. I swallow and whisper; “why?” His head lowers as he stares at the piercing; “I got this a few days ago. It hasn’t fully healed yet.” I look at it and for the first time, I realize that the spot is soft and tender. “Really?”