The butch woman at the tattoo and piercing shop in the Castro checked out my nipples: “Yes, they are quite pierce-able,” she reassured me. “The entire procedure will take about 8 minutes. Now please go into this room, take off your shirt and I’ll get ready.”
I had thought about getting my nipples pierced for several years. Mine are quite sensitive (I can come close to an orgasm when they get played with) and I have only heard positive stories about how much moreso they will be after a good piercing. I also think it’s hot looking, and the best part is that piercings (unlike tatoos) are easily reversible if you get sick of them.
So, I took off my shirt and lay on the medical-style examination table. The woman who would conduct my body mutilation checked them out one more time.
“Will it be extremely painful?” I asked her again.
“Compared to what the last person did with your nipples, the piercing should be fine.”
She then cinched the right nipple with a clamp-like device. That felt good. Then, as the needle penetrated my nipple, I let out a never-before heard grunt. My toes curled profusely in my flip flops.
Then it was over.
She repeated the procedure on the left one – it hurt like a mother fucker (probably worse than the first one). And 8 minutes after I walked into the store, I was done. Although I felt a bit faint as I stood up, I sat down for a moment and it passed. I put my shirt back on and it was off to 440 for a beer – where I promptly had to take my shirt off again.
Today, they are feeling better. And it is hitting me that noone can play with them for two more months. I can only imagine how great it’ll feel then!
