There was a period in my life when I was obsessed with piercings – on my own body, and on others. I was even seeing a piercing artist for sometime, and this is one of my fondest memories. I am less pierced these days; to the point that I have mentioned this to partners and lovers since that they just couldn’t imagine me from then (about 30 piercings at my highest). I even forget myself sometimes, and then memories like this resurface.
We both had the day off, and were enjoying a long and lazy morning in bed. As we lay there and let my tongue caress her nipples, I ask why she hadn’t pierced them. She herself had plenty of piercings, and it just struck me as odd as to why she hadn’t. She then suggests we do it right then and there – but says she wants me to put the needle through.
Stephanie had amazing breasts for such a small frame, and her nipples equally slow. She was of mixed heritage – part Maori, part Welsh – but her her skin was on the lighter shade of pale. Her nipples were a beautiful deep brown, and I love how it contrasted against her skin.
She went to get her kit, and came back to the bedroom with a large needle those long piercer’s clamp tools. She talked me through what we were going to do in her methodical tone. She trusted me.
She sat on the middle of the bed, on her knees, feet crossed behind her. She took the clamping tool and pressed her left nipple tight with it. She looked at me, handed me the needle. With her free hand she started touching her clit.
“In about 10 seconds – I want you to push it through. You can count”.
I held the needle in my hand, and I started counting out loud while she started to squirm at her own touch.
” 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6″ I move the needle into position. The tool has a hole that you guide the needle through. I bite my lip in preparation.
I can see her working her clit faster as I wind through the numbers.
“5.. 4…” I then stick the needle through as quick and hard as I can, long before the count finished. As the needle pierces into her nipple, I see her eyes explode in a quiet burst of fireworks. I see this in slow motion my head.
She comes as the needle goes through, and she lets out a moan of equal pleasure and pain. She revels in the moment for a second, and collapses into the bed, still holding the tool in one hand, and the needle still in her nipple.
She asks me to lick her pussy so she can hang onto the sensation awhile, and I oblige.
She finishes the piercing process herself after she comes again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6awez3/she_touches_herself_while_i_pierce_her_nipple_mf
Damn really well done man. I remember kickin it at my buddy’s tattoo shop while he was working away on a side/back piece for this girl (who was pretty fucking cute to be real) and we both noticed about the same time that this girl was sitting in a puddle; dripping wet. The front of the crotch of her shorts were soaked, as was the chair and it even slightly started to pool/gather below the chair. It was really fucking hot to be honest, and she sat well and kept the squirming to a minimum, but it was apparent in her tone once she was feeling it, very labored, airy, breathy, husky. She got a decent amount off her total that day hahaha.