Novel Piercing Novels & Stories

He did the same with my right nipple. When he was finished, my breasts were throbbing, a dull, aching pain that was already starting to morph into something else. Something deeper. He leaned down and his tongue flicked out, gently lapping at the new piercings. The sensation was incredible, a sharp, stinging pleasure that shot straight to my core. “They’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re beautiful. Marked as mine.” The piercings changed everything. They made my nipples constantly sensitive, a constant, low-level reminder of his ownership. Every brush of my shirt, every change in temperature, sent a jolt of pleasure through me. And Caine took full advantage of

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN: DAY OUT NOVA POV Today is the day and I’m finally meeting Grant at our secret spot, and there’s nothing like being overdressed for the occasion when you’re wearing nothing but a full set of lingerie under a thick coat that makes you look like a saintly woman. I’ve read lots and lots of book p**n over the weeks, — to keep my mind off my betraying besties scenario—and now I have a vivid idea of what I’ll be doing and what I’ll be instructing Grant to try out, especially with the latest addition to our union. Hopefully, I’ll summon the courage soon to get my pussy as well as my nipples pierced. The ride to his hotel was a blur, and my core was already dripping with antici

His metal c0ck piercing is back! "Ahhhh!!! Eriollll!!! Your piercing!" "I know babe. I know. Say 'hello' to it will you?" Shit! Such a tease! "He-l-l--oooo mmhhmmm..." Despite my complaint, I said it anyway. I closed my eyes and went to feel the new sensation more. It was truly a different kind of sensation, one that I would call enlightening. I didn't know that that small bead would become a lovely addition to my already intensified arousal.

She asked me as she watched me remove my long sleeve, button up shirt. “On my forearm, Angel.” I replied, making her smile. “Good.” She replied, making me chuckle. “About her piercings.” Bruno said, grabbing the sketchbook. “Lynette is in the back, but she said that her nīpple piercing can take up to nine months to heal. That means they shouldn’t be touched for that long.” He said, shooting me a knowing smile. “That won’t work then.” I said, making Isa laugh.

I gasp as I press my hands to the edge of the counter. "Yeah." He chuckles. "Since we’re away from school, I thought I’d make good use of the piercing." James was dared to get his ears pierced on his eighteenth birthday months ago, but he never used earrings since it wasn’t allowed in school. Him in them right now though– he looks unbelievably hot. He’s always been hot, but he looks exceptionally hotter right now, and it’s even worse they’re hoops. "It, um… looks nice." You know you want to say more than that.

My body twists, and I throw my head back, coming and screaming his name. And he hasn’t even fucked me yet. “Oops! I came again, Master. But I’m not sorry.” Growling, he brings one hand to my neck, bringing his lips to mine with a kiss full of urgency. Finally, I feel his cock inside me, thrusting deep into my ass. The other hand descends over my breasts, reaching my clit. “I don’t know if I like these piercings more,” he tells me, massaging my swollen nerve, which has two vertical metal balls, known as 'vertical' due to their positioning. “They drive me crazy.”

It's the same reason I don't have a bestie. My notorious clit found a way out on one of my bestie’s husbands’ mouths. Poor dude barged into me when I was having my sexy stare escapade and since then, he wanted his wife to have a piercing. Poor lady was this close to getting one until she knew my clit pioneered it. Not my fault. And the last shade is the white peg clamped to my navel. It's okay to fucking say that my body is a slutty hole for pins and tattoos… and dicks.

The temptation was obvious. He imagined men working in pairs, naked at their task; one with the steel tattoo needle giving her pain while the other used his flesh tool to devour the pain. They traded off. She writhed in pleasure and pain for them both. He wondered at other possibilities, but only in passing. As he looked she ran a finger along her side, on a patch of bare skin just below her ribs. "I may add something here, to mark this new chapter... or maybe do something naughtier. I have some ideas about piercings."

"We need to do something fun. Something that screams 'fuck the world.'" So I'd let her talk me into getting my cartilage pierced. A tiny silver hoop that barely showed unless you knew to look for it. Maya had one too, matching on the other ear. Our "fuck you" to the universe that was trying to destroy us. How the hell had Ares noticed something so small? His fingers lingered on the piercing for just a moment, tracing the delicate silver with careful precision. Like he was memorizing the feel of it. "Interesting," he said softly, his voice carrying an edge of something I couldn't identify. Not quite approval, but close. "I like it."

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.