Clit piercing – pleasure meets pain
Clit piercing. It was time to actually do it. I was very scared, very nervous, but my pussy was so wet anyway. Well, duh, everyone was staring at me. What do you expect?
With his gloved hands he pulled my pussy lips apart. He used his middle finger to rub my clit. Partially to get it hard. Partially to get some of the wetness off of it. And oh boy did the ladder not work. Not at all. It only made my pussy wetter.
He even tried using his tongue. He flicked it across my clit, then tried rubbing his spit off. My clit was finally dry enough that he could put the needle through.
When he pushed the tip clean through the other side of my swollen clit it hurt so bad, but it felt so good. Does that make any sense?
I don’t know much about the bdsm thing, but after that I know I’d totally be willing to give it a shot. That line between pleasure and pain that I experienced was jaw dropping and I’ll never forget it or be able to get it out of my head.
Every time I masturbate. Every time my piercing rubs up against my panties. And every time I take a shower and the water runs over it. Without fail every time I feel it move I remember the day I got it. I remember the feeling of that needle slipping through my clit and it amplifies my orgasms.
I think that’s why I squirt almost every time I cum. It amplified the sensitivity in my clit so much. There’s not a day that goes by I’m not thankful not only for the stud I carry between my thick legs, but that he didn’t fuck it up. I’ve heard it can be risky. He did a damn good job.
