Repierced!

Thursday night I met with Will in a parking lot where he got in my car to go with me to get my nipples repierced. Luckily they were able to use my old bars, so it only cost $50, rather than $100.

Oh my God! That fucking hurt. I ended up squeezing the hell out of Will’s hand, it hurt so bad, and I almost cried. At one point he was actually comforting me and rubbing my shoulder with his free hand while the piercer switched nipples.

I definitely don’t remember them hurting that bad the first time I got them pierced. I am thinking that they hurt more this time because of the scar tissue.

I remember on my post about the first piercing I said that pulling the needle out hurt worse than it going in. That is definitely true. The second nipple also ended up hurting more, since my body knows what to expect. I think that part is just a mind over matter thing. I am just glad it is over with. Just a note for my future self, if I ever take these out and think about getting them pierced again, DON’T! It took forever for the after pain to go away. I got them pierced at about 7 at night, and the pain finally eased up around 11 that night.

Here is a picture. It was awkward as hell to take by myself, but here they are. The picture is definitely not my favorite (I think it looks terrible). Maybe if I can get someone to take a better one, it will post that.

Pierced!

If you have been following my twitter, or have been reading my blog since the beginning, you will know that I have always wanted to get my nipples pierced. I finally had the chance to make that dream come true when Sarah told me she was going to get hers done several weeks ago.

She vaguely recalled me mentioning I wanted to go, but when we set a date, everything became reality. Last weekend we drove around to the different parlors and shops, checking prices and cleanliness of the place/workers. We finally found a place we liked at a decent price.

We had our nipples sized for the rings, and the jewelry order was made. This last Friday I got a call on my cell phone telling me that the jewelry was ready. Sarah and I began to get very nervous. We seemed to have more balls a week ago when it was all impulsiveness and adrenaline.

Saturday Sarah picked me up and we went to the parlor we chose. We filled out all the necessary paperwork, and the time finally came. I decided that I should go first, and for several reasons. Mainly because I just wanted to do it and get it done with. Secondly I knew that if I saw her get hers done I would be more tempted to chicken out, even after paying a 50% deposit on everything.

The piercer marked my nipples and had me lay down. I made it a point to NOT look at what he would be using. When I was ready, he stuck the needle in and back out. I let out a slight scream. I looked at Sarah, who had begun to curse me, then we started laughing. One down, one more to go.

The second one seemed to hurt more, and the needle going in seems to hurt less than when it comes out. I let out a slight scream again, and Sarah and I began to laugh. It was Sarah’s turn. She didn’t make a sound the whole time. In less than five minutes we both had our nipples pierced.

Right now I am sore, but I think it is more of a mind over matter thing. Thinking of that HUGE fucking needle and a metal bar through my nipple makes me cringe, but I like the looks.

Oh, and to add to this memorable experience (note the sarcastic tone), in the excitement of texting everyone to tell them about my piercings, I accidentally sent a text to Toby as well. Yeah, not good. I was so embarrassed. I mean, I meant to send it to a friend with the same (real) name as him, but it went to Toby instead.

Later Toby texted me asking what made me want to pierce them. I explained that I have always wanted to, they had no sensitivity before, and now they do. I also apologized for any TMI, and that I meant to send it to someone else with the same name. He said it was good to know about me doing that and wanted to see. I was in the mood to show off, since only a few people have wanted to see, and I sent him a picture. His reply that it looked painful. I replied explaining the mind over matter, and haven’t heard back from him since. Whatever.

Well, what kind of sex blogger would I be if I didn’t show you pictures? Let me know what you think.

Cam Slut

A year ago, I hated masturbating on webcam. I always felt shy and embarrassed, but I did it anyways. I did it to tease, to torment the one on the other end. I also hated doing it because the person watching was not camming for me. I had no inspiration.

I first started to enjoy camming for Forbidden Fruit. Mainly because he cammed for me as well, but I later found out he watched his own porn, and not me. I started feeling less self conscious about it.

A few months back I cammed with the lady that I first experimented with. She was fun to watch, and apparently she enjoyed watching me. I trusted her, and had no problem camming for her. That was also the night that my mom caught me (almost) masturbating. (Read Girl Interrupted if you missed that entry).

Every once in a while I would cam for Anna and Nathan. They seemed to like it, and they talked dirty to me. Sometimes I even got to watch them, which made me super hot.

The other night though, I had a dream. I had a dream that I became quite the webcam slut. I think this dream is turning into a reality. In this dream, I cammed with Marius and Forbidden Fruit. (I have never mentioned my friend Mari before, but I met him a few semesters back when we had a math class together, and I always thought he was super hot).
Anyways, that night I told Mari about my little dream, thinking that it was funny, also kind of hinting that I would like to cam with him sometime. He kind of laughed, saying that that was funny. Later, I got the guts to ask him if he was interested in camming with me sometime. He said yes.

Thinking that it would be a long time before that would ever happen, I let it go. Eventually Forbidden Fruit came online and we started having a threeway chat. I told them my fantasy of having a threesome with them. Mari seemed to love the idea, so we described it to Forbidden Fruit.

Somehow we ended up in Yahoo voice chat, with our cams on. My dream then became reality when I masturbated while Mari and Forbidden jacked off. It was hot. Two guys at once on cam. A dream come true, literally.

A few nights later I was minding my own business when someone I hadn’t spoken to in at least three years signed on to MSN and started messaging me. They were hitting on me, and from what I remember from when we used to talk, they talked nothing like this. I went along with it, and talked dirty back to them.

They ended up sending me a few pictures of their erection, telling me how I made them. They then asked if I had any pictures. At the time I didn’t, but I was feeling good that day, so I changed out of my clothes, got my sexy pink outfit on that I got a while back and took a few pictures with my webcam. I sent them to him. He liked a lot, and like the horny guy that he was, wanted more.

We ended up camming. I wasn’t really into it with him, though I sure enjoyed watching him. I pretended like I was enjoying it too, until he finally came. Then he left as soon as he came. He was back the next night, and I cammed with him, just so I could give myself a visual for that night when I masturbated myself.

Overall, I am getting more and more comfortable with the idea of webcamming. It is making me feel more comfortable with myself and my body. I am getting more comfortable with the idea of someone seeing me. This will help me later in the bedroom when it comes to sex with someone else, I think.

Anyways, below are the pictures I took for him, I hope you enjoy. Let me know, and if you like, I may post more.