Novel & Cerita What Does The Bible Say About Nose Piercings

He groaned when she only pulled his ears harder staring at the upper side of his ears which was pierced, his nose was pierced, and his other left ear was also pierced She stared down at his lips and cursed, it was pierced. She wondered if Raze was obsessed with Piercing if all the years of torment as a kid didn't haunt him enough and if all the harsh piercings they gave to his body and the private area weren't enough. She hated it, she hated the fact that he tried to stop him from remembering what he went through but he was still adamant. She had watched him sit on his own, take a knife to pieces his skin, he had popped open his veins before and told her that he was just having fun.

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.

He makes filthy, wrecked sounds that please me immensely. I drag my mouth down his body again. Slower this time. I reach his hips and suck a hard, dark mark into the dip just inside his right hipbone because I can. It’ll sit there for a week. He moans through his clenched teeth. I move lower. I don't touch the ring. I take his balls into my mouth instead. Lightly. The piercer said no soaking, no full mouth on the PA for two weeks. They didn't say a goddamn thing about the rest of him.

“The bible allows man and woman to enjoy sex as long as they are married, the Bible says that your body belongs to your husband and your husband’s body belongs to you.. Are you with your bible?” “Yes” “Open to Proverbs 5 vs 19 and read it out loud” after reading it she looked shocked “Open to Songs of Solomon 7 vs 7-8” she was stunned again “Open to Isaiah 66 vs 11” she read again “Oh my God” she exclaimed “I have never seen this before” she said

“Cock.” Excitement fizzed. “You have your cock pierced?” He grinned. “You could say that.” I forced my mind back to Max. No favouritism, as per the rules. “And Max, does he?” He shook his head. “No, he’s a blank canvas, not even a hint of a piercing. How about you?” “Only my ears.” I couldn’t stop thinking about Soren cock. About the piercings, and the tats, and the glint of chrome in his mouth.

A portion of the Bible came up immediately and I went to check it out. It was 1 Corinthians 6:18-20. I checked my Bible immediately and it said; 'Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body. Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; You were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.' I read along and sighed looking for a keyword I could hold on to to remind me of my faith and promise to myself whenever dad loses himself again.

“Why the makeup?” “Why the haircut?” he shot back without missing a beat. I snapped my mouth shut. He lifted a finger and tapped under his eye. “Also, this is mascara. Not makeup. Mascara is a lifestyle.” I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or serious. With him, it was probably both. “And the black nails?” I asked. He looked at them. “They look cool.” “Do they?” “Yes.” I squinted. “And all the piercings?”

I said, narrowing my eyes. He cleared his throat. “You want me to tell you what’s wrong with me so you can … what exploit it? Use it as a reason to be able to shut the door in my face,” he asked, stepping closer to me. For some reason I narrowed in on his left ear, it had been pierced in high school. He and a couple of the guys had done it to be “cool” but really they did it one night when they were drunk. Mrs. Norris lost her mind and demanded he take it out, but he wouldn’t.

I said amused when he hid his face in my neck with a groan “I would never actually get a tattoo, the simple idea of ​​a needle sticking into my skin like that horrifies me.” That made his head lift like a spring. "You're kidding, aren't you?” He looked at me mockingly. "You've got fifteen piercings, babe. Obviously, a needle has been near you...” "Yeah, but... Louis, each of them has a meaning." “What do they mean, precious?” He asked with his mouth on my forehead and his arms wrapped tightly around me.

Beautiful, wicked, healing trouble. Naturally, because my brain had no survival instincts, the conversation drifted from there. “You know,” I said, trying for casual and probably failing because her eyes narrowed immediately. “Since we’re already discussing that general area…” “That tone means you’re about to say something outrageous.” “I think you’d look gorgeous with jewelry there.” She stared at me. I smiled. Her eyes widened. “You mean piercings?” “I mean piercings.” “Marcus.” “What? I’m just saying, I would absolutely melt seeing your pretty little nipples with cute little rings or bars.”