The idea of my triangle was initiated by a friend, and was more a dare than anything else; I had the itch to modify myself, and I needed a quick fix. He suggested the triangle and I didn't have a clue what he was on about, but of course he had the perfect resources right at his fingertips. Immediately, I took a shine to it. I liked the fact that it was a deep piercing, and that it was very unusual (until Allan mentioned it, I haven't even heard of it), but mostly I just really like a dare, so I headed into town the very next day.
At A Glance Author nikkibunny Contact nikkibunny@bme.anon IAM nikkibunny When A year ago Artist JP Studio Access All Areas Location Nottingham, UK My first stop was Bodycraft, in Nottingham, where all of my recent ink has been undertaken. Unfortunately Jim had never performed that piercing before, and didn't feel comfortable tackling it on an acquaintance, so I plodded over to Access All Areas piercing studio on the opposite side of town. I've heard mixed reviews about JP's personal touch - he definitely wasn't at the head of the queue when they gave out charm - but his professional technique can't be faulted. With over 10 years experience he seems incredibly comfortable with what he's doing - to the point of disinterest most of the time! When we discussed the piercing he wasn't familiar with the term, and was therefore unsure exactly what I wanted, and I had to explain that I wanted to be pierced behind my clitoris. He was a little vague about whether he'd done one before, but was happy to tackle it, and I was on a dare so not likely to back out now. I wanted to be pierced with a horseshoe, but PTFE was settled on to accommodate the swelling. I'm not one for shyness, and I don't get terribly nervous, but I'm a firm believer in pain transference so bit down on my finger at the given time. The pain was excruciating and exhilarating, but instantaneously over once the needle was through. There was discomfort putting the jewellery in, but compared to the 'whoosh' I got when the needle went through, it was nothing. In the mirror, it looked amazing. I have a horizontal clitoris hood piercing so there was a nice arrangement going on.
Here comes the bit when people will tut and shake their heads at me. Firstly, my attention to aftercare regimes has never been that thorough. With my hood I found that just leaving it the hell alone was the best method. If only. I'm just not very good at leaving myself alone, unfortunately.
I cringe as I write this, but must confess it was only a couple of days before I attempted my first wank. I know, I know, it's ridiculous, but the 'hot, hot, flash, flash' of a new piercing just drives me to the point of complete rampancy. I strongly advise anyone to keep their hands (and anything else) off for the prescribed period. I tried to be gentle, but am a vigorous young lady, so didn't do myself much good. Within a fortnight (surprise, surprise) there was migration on one side of the piercing, and the gritty feeling that often comes with an unsettled piercing. I was also struggling with the PTFE bar. It had been curved to suit the presumed shape of the piercing once it sat 'naturally', but there are two natural positions; when sitting and standing. When standing the curve would be downwards slightly within the piercing, but once I sat it would move above the line of the balls, curving upwards. I don't think that this helped.
I went back to JP to get the piercing straightened out. The migration had brought the left-hand hole up and forward, and I was feeling more and more like I was wearing a cheese wire. He did a great job of following the right hand hole through with the needle and repositioning my left hole. He was pleased about how the right-hand had settled down. Funnily enough, I didn't mention my 'premature explorations'.
This time, being well and truly enamoured with the look of the piercing by now, I was a little more careful. For a whole month. Then I got a new boyfriend, and although we tried, we just couldn't quite behave. During this time I did start stretching as well. This was as much a means to keeping the piercing as anything else. The grittiness was still there, and the cheese wire effect perpetuated. With a larger gauge I hoped to get some semblance of comfort, and plus I was now onto 'real' jewellery. I worked my way up through to 5mm over the next 6 months or so. The stretching was never difficult, as my genital tissue is particularly elastic, and the area seemed to be healing nicely. I doubt that it's advisable to be stretching whilst you're healing, but for me it was a last ditch attempt to keep the piercing.
There was just one problem. Unlike all those women who rave, and effuse about their piercing, I just wasn't feeling it. My orgasms weren't 'orgasmic', in fact, I was lucky if I could peak. I'd doggedly persevered through the healing process, and now I'd come to the point where I was feeling like this was it, and it just was sadly lacking. I was still having issues with the internal rotating (the ring profile flipping from a smile to a frown inside me). Also, rather than achieving increased good sensation from sandwiching my clitoris between two thick metal bars I was just feeling quite bruised. And a little sad. I was also dogged by a feeling that I hadn't considered my placement very well, and had relied on JP's judgement. I eventually retired the triangle about 9 months after getting it. I celebrated with a very enjoyable and totally successful wank!