Opposite Side Double Nose Piercing Novels & Stories

When we finally clean up it's almost an hour later and I dry my hair before doing up two half braids to keep my it out of my face, the rest of my curls cascading down my back. “Do you think I should get a nose piercing?” I ask suddenly making a face in the mirror. His head snaps to me so fast I smile. “You want to pierce your nose?” "Hm mm" I nod. Finger wrapped around my wrist, "Tell me I'm not going to come home one day and see you've pierced your nose?" I tap my left nostril with my index finger, “I think it’ll look cute. And mostly the women will hate it” I end with a laugh.

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.

Holding my hips were a set of tattooed hands. That confused me. There was no it could of been him because Victor was right outside the bathroom door, sitting in my room. I turned around and sure enough, Alpha Quade Holt stood in front of me in all his naked glory. His multiple piercings glinted when light caught them, the most distracting ones being the ones going through his nipples with two round balls at the end of each piercing. His nose had a silver hoop on the left side, ears holding multiple studs and when he licked his lips, I caught a glimpse of the ball piercing through his tongue.

They lifted the magazine from their face and stared up at me. "Yeah?" She asked in annoyance. She had died hot pink hair and crystal blue eyes. She was tan as the perfect marshmallow and looked hollow. Her cheeks in-caved into her face. Her hair was cut short, barely kissing her shoulders. She had dark makeup on and piercings all over her skin. She stood up, maybe a couple of inches shorter than me. She had gages in both ears and then four more earrings above them. She had a hoop piercing in her left brown eyebrow. She had a lip piercing a tongue jewel. To finish it off with a nose piercing in the shape of the Leo horoscope sign. Her roots were brown like her brows, the brown and pink didn't

On the left side of his back, I saw a compass tattoo. But what piqued my curiosity the most was a lone tattoo at the left bottom of his back. There were two hands. One was big and bulky, indicating that it was of man's. The other was slim and slightly smaller in size, indicating that it was of a woman's. Both hands were at a little distance away from each other and were connected through the chains. They were facing away from each other as if trying to oppose the chains. Beneath the tattoo, I noticed some lettering.

He slid beneath her, positioning his cock at her entrance while Mark knelt behind, rubbing his fat cockhead against her asshole. “Wait—both?” Lucy gasped, voice hoarse. “Both,” Nick growled, slamming up into her cunt in one brutal thrust. The new clit piercing ground against his pubic bone, making her see stars. “Fuck, she’s tighter than I imagined. Piercings make her grip like a vice.” Mark spat on her asshole and pushed in slowly, stretching her virgin rear with his massive girth. The double penetration was obscene—Lucy's holes stuffed full by her stepbrother and stepfather, bodies sandwiching her between hard muscle and raging cocks.

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.”

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 applied body lotion and face cream before measuring new piercings. In the left ear I placed one each on the lobe, upper lobe, and orbital. On the right are two helixes and a snug. I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of their reflection. They are a good thing for my ears, especially since my skin is white. I smiled and sprayed Chanel N ° 5 which Bernice also gave me. I glanced once more at myself in the mirror before smiling as I left the room. I went to the dinning room to find something to eat, when I heard a noise in the garden area.

She looked at the paper. At her handwriting. At the honest version. “Good,” she said. She put it back in the drawer. Both papers. His and hers. Side by side. She looked at him. “Tomorrow,” she said. “Tomorrow,” he said. “Cape Town,” she said. “Cape Town,” he agreed. “The mountain,” she said. “The garden,” he said. “The plant with no correct name,” she said. “The kitchen full,” he said. “Dr. Osei,” she said.