Novel Piercing Novels & Stories

But the best bodyguards would go to extreme lengths to protect their clients, even bending the rules. I turned to Davin and added, "Blanca's eighteenth birthday is coming up in three months. She could have waited until November to have a professional pierce her tongue if she wanted to." Davin tilted his head and asked, "So the secrecy wasn't the main reason for her self-piercing?" He raised his arms and continued, "Then why?" "Simply because she wanted to," I replied, noticing the doorknob of the office slightly turning. Perry sat down on the mats, leaning against his bag. "I must have been around her age when I pierced my cartilage myself," he shared, wagging his fingers. "Used four safety

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.

And I do, drink in every line, every shadow, every promise written across his skin. My eyes track the trail of hair down his stomach, watch his fingers dip to the waistband of his jeans. He’s watching me watch him, lips curling into a smirk like he already knows I’m about to lose it. He pushes his pants down slow, like he’s giving me a show, and yeah, I’m watching. Then I see it. Pierced. A gleaming barbell right through the thick head of his cock, shaped like a Saint Andrew’s cross. I swear my breath catches so hard it punches heat straight through me. My eyes go wide.

She’d scrolled through enough secret forums and explicit photos late at night, fingers buried between her slick folds, imagining the sharp bite of metal against her most sensitive spot. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, already dampening her panties. She bit her lip, nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath the thin fabric. Fuck it. She opened the app—Elite Body Mods: Discreet Home Service—and booked the premium package. Double nipple piercings plus consultation for intimate piercing. The f*e was eye-watering, but privacy was worth every penny. No shop, no strangers staring at her bare tits. Just a professional who would come to her.

It had a few small veins at the sides, almost purple in color, and my gaze traced the length to the tip, where I saw a fucking piercing. What the fuck! That's what I felt back then? A piercing? Who would have thought he had a piercing there, just like the small but striking earrings in both of his ears? "What?" he asked, drawing my attention back to him. "Haven't you seen a pierced dick before?" I wanted to correct him with, "I haven't even seen a dick before, let alone a pierced one." Instead, I signed, "Doesn't matter. I have my belly button pierced too." I showed him, lifting my top slightly to reveal the beautiful, simple, shining piercing in my navel.

He made it hid well so no one would be able to see it unless he pointed it out himself. After that, he decided to get piercings. He got a piercing above his right eye and multiple piercings on both of his ears. He loved wearing small hoops earrings. And then he got a buzz cut. By his appearance, everyone would have surely thought he was into a mafia or something like that. But he did it so no human would look down on him, and he was proud of himself.