Two things led me to first consider a vertical clitoral hood piercing. The first was my good friend's acquisition of a VCH; she has nothing but good things to say about it. The second was, oddly enough, my first and only visit to a full-nude female strip club. It was a seedy sort of place, but the one attractive stripper there had the piercing, and it made her seem all the more sexy to me. I couldn't get the sight of her vulva with the little barbell in it out of my head and I wanted one for myself. At that point, I was in a serious monogamous relationship, so I ran the idea by him. He refused outright, claiming that it was a turn-off. As I was a bit daunted by his reaction, I didn't press the matter.
At A Glance Author Anonymous Contact anon@bme.anon When Three months ago Artist Steve Studio Barbella Location Costa Mesa, CA I later decided that I would educate him on the piercing and warm him up to the idea by wearing a piece of non-piercing clitoral jewelry for him. As fate would have it, we broke up before that could happen. As most of my sexual experiences at that point had involved him, I decided that getting the VCH would be a really good way to reclaim my sexuality, as well as to enhance my now more frequent solo sex as a single woman. I have a nose piercing, two lobe piercings in each ear, a tragus, a rook, a daith, and an outer helix, so poking holes into my flesh wasn't exactly a new thing to me.
I'd half-joked with my piercer, Steve, about doing it before when he had done my cartilage piercings, and so it didn't surprise him when I showed up there in my skirt, asking for a VCH. I was a bit nervous, but very determined. I paid for the piercing and the jewelry and was ushered to the chair. Steve closed the curtain; I removed my panties and hiked up my skirt. He joked just enough to put me ease but not enough to trivialize what he was about to do to a very sensitive area. His professionalism and obvious expertise in doing such piercings reassured me. He assessed my anatomy and said that he would pierce me slightly off-center to make it appear centered. After putting on the clean gloves he gave me, I held my outer labia open for him. He told me to breathe in, then out at the count of 3---
I yelped! It was more out of being startled by how good it felt than out of being in pain, and I hadn't moved an inch due to it, so it worked out just fine. He slid in the jewelry, telling me that it was a standard belly button size in terms of length and gauge, and handed me the hand mirror.
I was utterly in love. I had never hated my anatomy, but had never exactly liked the way it looked. Now? I couldn't stopped grinning like an idiot as I stared at my beautified vulva. Steve said that not only had I been very cool about getting pierced, he has never seen a happier face before. I put my panties back on and the other piercer went through aftercare with me: wash once a day with plain antibacterial soap, treat it sea salt soaks to aid in healing and prevent soreness, and use condoms for sex (which you should do anyway) to avoid contact with bodily fluids.
I felt slightly warm and tingly at the site as I drove home, but the sea salt soak I treated my piercing to when I got home helped. I wore sensible, smooth underwear to prevent snags (this was what also dictated my choice of barbell over CBR). I had sex that very night (with a condom and a proper wash-and-soak afterwards) and it was wonderful. I was wonderfully aware of my clit at all times and went around with a smile constantly on my face. Within 3 weeks, it was perfectly healed, although I continued aftercare for a few weeks more.
I've always been sexually confident, but am even more so now. It's as if I had been missing something that I'd finally gained. My clit was never all that sensitive and it took a lot to push me over the edge using just that. Now, manual stimulation is one of my favorite things (and can be done way more discretely -- just flicking the barbell around gently is enough). The only bad experience I had was of a rather callous lover biting it (which is something that you shouldn't do to a clitoris anyway, whether its hood is pierced or not). The pain was so bad that I thought he had torn me and that I was bleeding, but I was fine. I only wish I knew whether or not they sell jewelry specially designed to enhance the pleasure of the VCH, but for now, I can experiment using different belly button barbells.