my nipples explode with delight

I decided, last weekend, to put bigger-guage rings in my nipples. The gauge I had (12) has a slight tendency to pinch, and the general rule is, the thicker, the more comfortable. Plus, thicker rings just plain look cooler. Now, I’ve had a lot of piercings over the years. I’ve still got six in my […]

I decided, last weekend, to put bigger-guage rings in my nipples. The gauge I had (12) has a slight tendency to pinch, and the general rule is, the thicker, the more comfortable. Plus, thicker rings just plain look cooler.

Now, I’ve had a lot of piercings over the years. I’ve still got six in my ears; in the past I had more, in nose, ears, nipples (a first try that didn’t take, but left scar tissue behind), and others south of the belt. So I’m no stranger to either needles, or to stretching piercings.

Saturday morning, I woke slowly, and, still in that almost-sleeping state where I’ve mentally written some of my best work, and where I’ve also had some of my most vivid fantasies, I started playing with my nipple rings in a sort of absent way.

It occurred to me that the right nipple – the one with no scar tissue – was finally sitting free enough in the piercing that I might be able to get in a larger gauge ring.

I carefully removed the 12ga from my right nipple (a very odd feeling, removing body piercing jewelry), and then pulled the 10ga ring from my left ear lobe. I didn’t really expect the ring to fit, but was just sleepy enough to want to try, and just awake enough to manage it without dropping the steel balls that hold the rings closed.

The ring slipped neatly through my nipple; just tight enough that there was a slight tingle as it went through, and a pleasing sensation of tightness in the nipple afterwards. I popped the steel bead in place and got up.

I made coffee; highly, erotically aware of my right nipple, as I had been when I first got them pierced (though with no pain, just the lingering sensation that came a week or more after the piercing).

I went digging through the collection of random jewelry I own; various rings and barbells from various piercings over the years, some not mine (trophies from long-ago meetings, I’d like to claim, though in fact more likely just borrowed when I was in my stretching phase and needed a 6ga, or a 4, or something.)

I came up empty, for some reason owning no 10ga rings of the appropriate diameter; though it’s not like I mind visiting my local piercing shop.

I would really have liked to put in gold rings in my nipples. I think gold looks great in piercings; I used to be all about silver/stainless, but ever since getting a gold tooth a few years ago (my dentist thought I was daft for choosing gold rather than a standard sort of ceramic that looks like a real tooth, though I bet they get more requests since Pirates than in those days), I’ve become quite the fan of gold for piercings and things. Alas, the rings I wanted would have gone for $250 each (ouch – gold’s gone up).

I bought two rings – one to replace the ear, and one for the other nipple. My piercer, Sharrin, offered to put them in for me, and given that I’ll almost never pass up a change to have my nipples played with, I happily took her up on the offer. As it turned out, it was a good choice.

My left nipple – for those of you who’ve never had the chance to get in your mouths, which I must say, is far too many of you – is about twice the size of my right. I tried, many years ago, to pierce it, and the piercing, for some reason, never took. My body just didn’t like it, and tried very very hard to reject the intruder. I fought hard to keep it, trying everything i could think of (and given that I was the guy who founded rec.arts.bodyart and its parent, the Modern Primitives mailing list, I knew quite literally as much about piercing as anyone around in those days, including most pro piercers.)

In the end, i gave up. I took the barbell out of my nipple and figured the scarring would go away. It never did. Though that didn’t matter to me; I love scarring (I’ve fallen in love with girls in the past just because of a particularly interesting scar or two), and don’t mind being asymmetrical.

When I got my nipples pierced again, Halloween ’05, I didn’t really expect it to take, particularly on the left. But I’d wanted them pierced since I was a teenage and saw a character in an old Harold Hedd comic with his nipples pierced. So I was willing to try again.

The right one wasn’t bad. It’s difficult to describe the feeling of having a large (12ga) needle pushed slowly through any part of your body. It hurts, but as pains go, it’s a particularly firey one. Short in duration, but in a place that has more pleasure/pain nerves then almost anywhere else on the body. The entire universe, for a few seconds, focuses down to a single point, like the mild light of the sun focused by a magnifying glass, to a pin-point of searing heat. Everything else goes away.

The left one, of corse, was different. Scar tissue is very much tougher than skin. Sharrin dug in behind it, because piercing through it would have been nearly impossible, incredibly uncomfortable, and likely would not have healed. This means that there was both more, and tougher, skin to go through.

The piercing took easily twice as long; the only description I’ve come up with that does it justice is to say it felt like having a doorknob driven through my nipple. And not in a good way; I may be a sadist, and I may be quite able to enjoy pain in a sexual context (bite harder, bitch, bite harder). But I’m no pain slut.

On the other hand, the feeling when it was over was quite indescribable. Like my nipples were suddenly as big as walnuts. I felt like they should be glowing. They hurt – a weird burning pressure – but it was a weirdly thrilling sensation.

For the next few weeks as they healed – the period where they’re most likely to fail, from infections or whatever – it was incredibly difficult to leave them alone. It was like a constant state of foreplay; just putting on my shirt felt erotic. I wanted people to touch them, play with them, suck on them, and of course that’s exactly what you can’t do with new piercings.

That feeling slowly faded, for good or ill. Now I’m barely aware of them, unless I hook one on a shirt button or something, or get smacked in the chest.

What I hadn’t realized, though, was that the scarred left nipple was not quite as ready to be up-sized as the right. The right went though with no resistance, only a pleasing residual tightness. What I found was that there was no way I could have gotten the 10 into the left by myself.

There’s a device called an insertion taper; basically a blunt needle that starts one gauge and ends a larger gauge. The intent is obvious, to help thread a larger ring though a reasonably healed piercing, stretching as it goes. Usually this is nearly painless, if the piercing is ready.

Now, when I get pierced, I know what’s coming. I know it will hurt. I have time to breath, and relax. This time, I didn’t expect it.

When Sharrin pushed the taper through my nipple, it was a searing reminder of the original piercing. I wasn’t any more mentally ready for the experience than the piercing was ready for the larger ring. It was shocking. I rarely make noises when something hurts; I can rightly be described as stoic (though I will sometimes respond to pain with violent anger and swearing). This time, I moaned faintly, the sound escaping my lips unexpectedly.

It was over quickly; but I was left with the tingling reminder of the original piercing. Now, a week later, my nipples are tender, pleasantly sensitive, but with no trace of pain.

It’s not a feeling like anything else in the world, having a piece of metal through a sensitive, erogenous part of the body. I can’t recommend it highly enough.

Body Circle Sale ’06

My favorite body-piercing jewelry maker, Body Circle, are having their annual everything-20%-off sale. It’s a great time to get those more expensive pierces like the gold piercing jewelry (hmm, maybe I should get new, gold nipple rings), big, heavy rings for you well-sgtretched types, or a good time to stock up on piercing supplies for […]

My favorite body-piercing jewelry maker, Body Circle, are having their annual everything-20%-off sale. It’s a great time to get those more expensive pierces like the gold piercing jewelry (hmm, maybe I should get new, gold nipple rings), big, heavy rings for you well-sgtretched types, or a good time to stock up on piercing supplies for the do-it-yourselfer.

Note that the discounts don’t show up until you put the items in your cart – the listed prices are NOT the sale prices. The cart shows the 20% discount and how much you’re saving.

These guys make some really good jewelry, and they’re really helpful to deal with. Other than my nipples, every piece of piercing jewelry I have on is from them.

Now, what size to order for the nipples…

Things that shouldn’t be hot

I love the things you find on BoingBoing. I bet it’s only me who finds that hot. And there’s also this. Don’t click if you’re the squeamish type. While you’re over there, there’s also this tattoo, which, you know, is lame as a tattoo, but pretty hot as an image. Though I guess with the […]

I love the things you find on BoingBoing.


Brassknuckle

I bet it’s only me who finds that hot. And there’s also this. Don’t click if you’re the squeamish type.

While you’re over there, there’s also this tattoo, which, you know, is lame as a tattoo, but pretty hot as an image. Though I guess with the right model, I’d get that tattoo, just not where anyone else could see it.

Body Circle Sale

Body Circle Jewelry – my favorite maker of piercing jewelry, and damn fine people – are having their winter 20% off everything sale. All sorts of good things to be had. This is when I order the 14k jewelry, like the 8ga gold ring I have in my right ear: (Suddenly I have ‘Radar Love‘ […]

Body Circle Jewelry – my favorite maker of piercing jewelry, and damn fine people – are having their winter 20% off everything sale.

All sorts of good things to be had. This is when I order the 14k jewelry, like the 8ga gold ring I have in my right ear:

Golden Earring

(Suddenly I have ‘Radar Love‘ stuck in my head. I’ve been drivin’ all night, my hand’s wet on the wheel – There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel…)

I’d really like to replace all my piercing jewelry with gold, including the nipples, but the nipples are nowhere near healed yet, plus I dunno what size I’ll want it ’em when they’re healed (10g most likely). But I’m at least gonna get another ring for that right ear to match the one I have.

Body Circle make really good quality jewelry, they’re really easy to deal with, and tend to ship stuff out quickly. I love these people.

Sale runs through November, so this is also a good xmas shopping opportunity.

Reasons for naught

I’m having one of those weirdly incommunicado weeks. I can’t find anything to write, I don’t seem to be talking to anyone. I just can’t seem to communicate. I can blame this on Resident Evil 4, or on the fact that I just started working out and it’s eating up my time, making me tired, […]

I’m having one of those weirdly incommunicado weeks. I can’t find anything to write, I don’t seem to be talking to anyone.

I just can’t seem to communicate. I can blame this on Resident Evil 4, or on the fact that I just started working out and it’s eating up my time, making me tired, and leaving me sore. Or the fact that I’m deep into the latest Bujold Chalion fantasy (Which fucking rocks – when did she get this good?)

That’s all bull though. The bottom line is, I’m just feeling fucking fried, mentally and emotionally. I’m in one of those places where I drop out so bad I start getting mail from people who want to know if I’m mad at them, or worse, I start to think they’re mad at me.

I need to sleep late and then have noplace to go for a week. I need to take mid-day naps in a hammock under a palm tree and then wake up to lunchtime rum drinks. Instead, I’m looking out the window and seeing night already, and I’m remembering how much I hate this time of year, when the clocks change and suddenly it’s dark before my work day is anywhere close to over.

God, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt tropical air. It feels like a whole fucking lifetime has passed in the fifteen months since last I swam in warm ocean. Two lifetimes maybe. And I’m still dreaming about sailboats.


The nipples are healing well. But I’m remembering how fucking long it takes to heal these things. They are just aching to have someone lick and suck on them. Maybe if I pick up a dental dam…

Piercings are made to be sucked on.


I want to be writing. I have a novel, or a short story, or something, forming in my head. A deranged sort of psycho-drama (well, duh, what else). I have models for three characters, and a vague plot line. But I know I can’t get anywhere. My life has no space in it right now for the kind of drop-everything week I need for a writing project, the kind of week that birthed my novella. Best I can do is write an outline and hope it sticks well enough to write later.


I know, I owe pictures. Halloween pix of the kids, plus I’ll-show-you-mine-you-show-me-yours nipple pictures. Soon. Promise. And maybe one of the dozen entries I have unfinished will finally see completion and I’ll have a meaningful update here.

Just, you know, never assume I don’t love you to death, just because you don’t hear from me.