this takes place about 5 years ago and I will recount my very first piercing. My first thoughts about getting a piercing was actually a result of my visiting the BMEZine a few times checking out all the piercings and finding many that looked fashionable.
At A Glance Author Richard Lee Contact Richard Lee@bme.anon When Five years ago Artist One Of Spikes Talented Peircers Studio Spikes in Wolverhampton Location Wolverhampton
I specifically wanted something that could be highly concealed as I still lived at home with my parents, Nipple piercing would be out of it because it would show under a shirt, even naval piercing would be two obvious so I looked further down to my genitals. The frenum style of rings always appealed and the thought entered into my mind, but nothing ever happened.
Years went by and on a holiday to Ibiza I found access to many piercing shops and made a few half hearted attempts to go in. But I felt that it would be safe to go for a piercing back at home so I waited till the holidays end and returned back to England. Yet upon my renewed efforts I never got the balls to go though with it. It was a fantasy that I was living and kept giving me goose pimples every time the idea would come into my mind. It happened that every time I found myself with sufficient spare time on my hands my mind would drift of into this fantasy and I would picture what I would look like with the procedure completed. It soon became and issue of not if, but when I would be likely to get it done, I didn't feel I had the courage to go through with it but there was only one way to find out. I was at Wolverhampton university doing a computer science degree and one day (Wednesday)
I can remember I had no lessons that day, I was sitting at home and the rain was pouring down. It was a shity day and there was nothing to do at home or for me to go out for, and I found myself thinking once more of the piercing. This time however I had done some background work. I had found that the tattoo & piercing shop (Spikes) which was on the street parallel to the university had a website. I used that to get the phone details and arranged to come in for a session. Driving through the rain it was a 30 minute drive and I had much time to reflect on my decision, It was what I wanted and I was getting rapidly more excited the closer I got to Wolverhampton. I parked my car and brought a 20min car park ticket thinking this would be a fast in and out thing.
I was wrong. In I went and I had to fill out forms, I had to talk to the artist and tell them what I wanted and picked out the ring that I would eventually wear. Just as it came time to go in and sit down the car ticket had expired so I made my excuses and ran back to the car. The artist probably felt I had chickened out at the last minute and they would not see my likes there ever again, they where wrong. I returned and the look of surprise on the piercer just helped to calm me down as we both saw the funny side of it.
I walked into the room and dropped my trousers and an instant worry ran over me, another man was looking at me, touching me down their and it freaked me out. I felt wrong but it was a necessary evil and was shortly over. I realise that I was being completely homophobic (which is not usual for me as I have nothing against homosexuals at all, and to this day I still don't know why I reacted so badly).
Their was no pain, just a slight tug at the skin and some minor bleeding but when all was said an done I was not the proud owner of a quality performed frenum piercing. I have told only a select few of my friends, and my girlfriend was very wierded out by it, I met her after the piercing and so she was very unsure about it, worrying that it may rip the condom. however it did not prove the case and sex has never been better.
In fact when we first discussed the issue of sex I was very open and straight away told her about the piercing, The usual Questions then followed with:
What The Fuck? !
WHY?
HOW?
WHERE?
WHO?
Did it hurt?
Were you sore afterwards?
Can I look at it?
At which point I showed her it and the look of worry was replaced with fascination, she used to just stare at the ring and flex it between her fingers, What a great way to initiate sex, her attention was fully where I wanted it (evil grin).
Final words of wisdom, if you ever feel an urge or impulse to do something exciting go with it because sometimes it really does pay off.
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