I never planned on ever getting a piercing. In fact, I thought they were wickedly hideous and completely unnecessary. But then there was Nic.
At A Glance Author Valentine Contact hollow_eyed_valentine@yahoo.com When A year ago Where I live, there are two things to do: rent a video game, go home and play it... or waste a full tank of gas doing 30 or 40 laps around the town square. exclusively on friday and saturday nights. However, for the outrageously wild and out going rebel out there, you have the option of driving 35 miles to the next city.. with about ten times our population. Good old springfield. Main attraction: White Oaks Mall. In the mall you have your average choice of stores: Abercrombie and Fitch (vomit), Hollister (vomit), a few more filler stores, Spencers, and Hot Topic. Although I'm not a huge Hot Topic loiterer, I do occasionally go in there for the usual bondage pant shopping. I knew all of the employees due to their influential customer interaction due to sheer boredom.
One saturday, I made my usual rounds about the mall, visiting the coffee shop on the top floor and eventually making my way toward Hot Topic. To my suprize, the two working that particular shift were training a new victim: Nic. Nic was... the very epitome of my desires. A perfect combination of Trent Reznor and Jimmy Urine, he immediately caught my eye. And he was pierced, inked, and bondaged. Intrigued, I started to make small talk with the lovely Nicholai [I found out later that was his full name]. Chatting lead to involved conversation, leading to exchanging phone numbers and several weekly visits. Every Saturday I went and we hung out on his breaks.
Sometime later, on a weekly visit,he invited me after hours to play DDR at his house in Divernon. When we got there (which took a suprisingly long drive)we played DDR for about an hour. During a break with vodka and orange juice, I told him then that I was thinking about getting a tattoo or some other kind of Mod. because I wanted to be more exotic. He said he thought several times about experimenting with mods on me. He concluded that an Angel Kiss (Vert. Labret) was the best look for me. After flatteringly comparing my lips to several celebrities including Bettie Page, Dita Von Teese, and Marilyn Monroe, he convinced me to (with my help) let him pierce me.
The next day we went to several local stores to aquire an 18 gauge needle, some clear anti-bacterial soap, and some listerine. Once we had cleared the list, we continued back to his house, where we did the initial piercing. He pulled a small circular chair into the middle of his living room for proper lighting from above, and I took a seat. My friend Sarah had decided to come along and watch, although she said she dreaded it more than I did. Since Nic had managed his own piercings he'd done all himself, he informed me on how to properly care for and clean the piercing once it was done, and what not to do until it healed. Of course nothing too acidic should get into it and also, no kissing until the pain subsides. In a nervous fit (I assume), Sarah added "So I guess we can't make my move on you tonight girl, damn." causing somewhat of an uncomfortable silence. Nic brought the clam to my bottom lip and gripped it firmly onto my flesh, sending a tingling sensation through my spine. Adrenaline raged through my veins like hot lava. I wanted to breathe smoke. I wasn't scared of the needle or of the process, I was scared that I'd end up freaking out if it hurt too bad and hit someone or something. Therefore, I dug my fingernails into the arms of the chair and braced myself as he brought the cold metal to my lip. He looked intensely into my eyes and whispered to me: "Trust me". I could only read his lips, as quivering as mine, due to the rapid heartbeat I heard in my head. In one glorious flaring moment, I was enlightened. The feeling of the harsh needle penetrating my lip was as pleasurable as it was painful, actually having a certain erotic feeling to it. I gasped, not flinching, completely zen. I looked into his eyes and knew that at that moment, he'd pierced his way into my heart as well. I fell in love with Nicholai, the boy who gave me an angel kiss.
I've now had the piercing for about a year, and I've never been happier with any kind of other self-improvement. I've gotten more compliments not only on my piercing since I've had it, but also on my appearance in general. It's honestly become a part of my being, expressing who I am and that I existed. Thank you, Nicholai.
-Valentine