| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: Pierced (1/5) |
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I had thought about getting it done for a long time. I was nervous, but I knew that if I told anyone, they’d easily talk me out of it. So I decided I was going to do it for me, because I wanted it. I’m a fairly average girl. I’m about five foot seven, boobs approximately a C cup, slim but at least I have hips. Long dark wavy hair, brown eyes. Nothing special. So doing this was a big step for me. I called the place the day before to make my appointment. I was going to have the studio’s leading lady Diana do it. They told me that she was one of the best. Three o’clock. I was counting down the hours. Three o’clock came around, and before I knew it, I was sitting in the studio. This was it; I was going to get pierced! I looked around; the walls were covered in pictures of people with lips, noses, ears, belly buttons and all manner of other places pierced. But mine was a little more explicit. I had researched it, thought about and decided that I wanted my clit hood pierced. It was going to sit right on my clit, and – fingers crossed – was going to feel so good. I wasn’t in a relationship, but I knew how to have a good time by myself. I sat on the plastic waiting chairs, excited to meet Diana. Now that the time was actually here, I definitely didn’t want to back out. This was a risk I was glad to be taking. I looked up to see a tall man walking towards me. He was gorgeous. He had a shaved head, tattoos covering his arms and chest (I could see them poking out from under his sleeveless shirt), and he had piercings round his ears. He was the sort of guy I am attracted to, but knowing my luck, he was in a relationship with a far more adventurous girl than me. I expected him to walk straight past me, so when he stopped right in my eye line, I was a little taken aback. “Hi, are you Jodi?” His voice was deep and very sexy. “Erm yeah.” “You’re here to get your clit hood pierced, right?” I nodded, surely blushing slightly. He must have seen it; it felt like my face was on fire! “Diana’s out sick today, so she can’t do the piercing.” “Oh.” I stood up to leave. “But, if you’re okay with it, I’m offering to do it in her place. We have to give you the option, some women feel a bit uncomfortable with a man doing it. So...” “Yeah!” Too enthusiastic, I thought. “That would be fine.” He asked me to follow him. Crude as the thought may be, I was excited to have this man between my legs, regardless of his true intentions of being there. He took me into a private room with a leather reclining seat dead in the centre, facing away from the door. “If you could, take off your trousers and underwear, and lay on the chair. Just make yourself comfortable.” He turned away to get the equipment he needed whilst I undressed. He asked me to bend my knees and spread them apart after placing a paper towel across my abdomen. “Strictly speaking, women are supposed to pierce this area, but I wanted to know everything |
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