So here is the story of how I got really cute new boobies in twenty minutes. I am going to meander off the current moment here to introduce you to my boobies before their new adornment. They were good girls who have served me well. They held up through my early twenties with pride and a bounce in their step. They coyly flirted with boys and girls while I stood so innocently by and reaped the benefit. They fed three children enough to make them look like baby cereal models. And valiantly they held on to the front of me. Yes, they would stare rudely at my belly button from time to time. Yes, they also rebelled and moved to the hollow that my armpit was not using. But truly they had served me so well and they were tired. So they had laid down along my body and safely tucked themselves into my waistband for a much needed break. They were sad little women now, sinking into the sea like the Titanic. That was before...two little metal bits and suddenly they remembered w ho they were! My cute little boobies once more!
At A Glance Author yee-hah sister Contact yee-hah sister@bme.anon IAM yee-hah sister When A month ago Artist Tonia Studio Body Piercing Unlimited Location Anchorage, AK I was having one of those days when you really want to sell your children to gypsies and join the local circus. My hubby came home and decided that in fact what I needed was a surprise date to get some nipple piercings that I had been contemplating for a bit. So we grabbed a sitter for the kids (no, not any gypsies) and headed to my favorite studio, BPU, and my trusted piercer, Tonia. It took about an hour to get there and I called a friend to join me there. I could feel the adrenaline rising...
I got inside the studio and was positively buzzing at this point. Signed all the papers, did the whole id check, yadda yadda yadda and then I am in the room and taking off my shirt and Tonia is checking out my latest tatt that covers my whole back and chatting with me. We were laughing at how nipples get very thrilled when you let them out of their clothing. She gave them a few minutes to calm down because nipples tend to twist when they are so excited to be pierced and we wanted to get a straight line for marking. So we chatted and marked some nipples and then remarked. I was nervous because I had nursed three children prior to this and warned her that occasionally my breasts would still express some milk so not to be freaked by it. She was fine and just warned me that nipple piercing can sometimes bring your milk back in because the stimulation makes them think that they have little critters to feed again.
So then The Moment arrives and I lay down on my back and she gets my nipple into this clamp. Now let me take a moment to say that nipple clamps can be a girl's friend but this was NOT what I had in mind for my girls that day! By this point I was wondering if I was going to be able to handle the piercing itself if the clamping was this intense. And I already had lost so much sensation from the lactation experience! I was going to die right here on the table! Tonia, oblivious to my inner panic attack, was lining up the marks she had made a few moments earlier inside the. She smiled and told me to breathe in and out and then stinging hit me...HOLY MOSES! The most amazing white hot yumminess spread through me and I just kept breathing...riding it.
At some point I realized that I would need to switch sides for her to get at my other little fleshy bit to poke it with sharp objects too and I turned around for her. Now I was nervous because the adrenaline had been used up on the first piercing and there was my poor nipple all clamped up again! Again with the breathe in and out and even more stinging...and more white hot yumminess than even the first had to offer. Now I am not a pain girl but that was not what I would call bad either! Like when your nipple gets bitten a little hard and you are all, "OUCH! But OOOH!" Nipple-gasms. I think I even sighed, "Oh, that was good..."
I donned my T-shirt (my hubby's gift for the day that stated 'Pierced Junk Club...wanna see?') and went back to the waiting area where I eagerly flashed my hubby and girlfriend and another piercer my new boobies and chatted with them for a bit about the whole experience. We joked around for a bit and one of the piercers gave me a male genital piercing aftercare sheet just to make people wonder if they saw it sticking out of my purse. I headed out of the shop into the brisk night with perky happiness under my shirt...
So here is the moral of the story...Ladies when your kids are being rats and your boobies are saggin' low, remember that plastic surgery is expensive and requires appointments. Just look up a studio in your yellow pages and go get yourself a boob job...some life preservers for your tired girls to hang on to if you will. You will be glad that you did...