When a girl I went to school with came back from a summer holiday with pierced ears I was entranced. Imagine, a ring, actually going through a hole in each of her ear lobes! From that moment on I was hooked, addicted, needing. But how? Men didn't have ear piercings I was told sternly by my mother at the time. The need didn't go away.

Long before I'd seen a photo of a pierced nipple, my nipples were one of my main erogenous zones. From early on in adolescence they were played with, first gently and as time wore on with more force. I discovered clothes pegs which took me up a level. I'd been piercing my ears, temporarily, for some time before I plucked up the courage to pierce a nipple. I was able to obtain a small number of hypodermic needles and one night, with shaking hands, I numbed my left nipple with an ice cube and then slowly, shakily, pushed the needle through. I didn't feel a thing but the sight of my nipple, transfixed by the needle, was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

I waited a month for the nipple to heal before I moved up a level again. I still don't know why but I just had to pierce my nipple, again, in almost exactly the same place. But this time with one difference, I wouldn't use an ice cube.

I sat for at least an hour, staring at my cache of needles before I summoned up the courage. I played with my left nipple until it became erect and then held the nipple between thumb and forefinger. With my other hand I picked up the needle and held the point against the skin. Took a deep breath, counted to 10 and pushed. The skin resisted the needle, forming a depression and then with an audible popping sound, the skin yielded. I paused. It hadn't hurt, yet. I took another deep breath and pushed again and the needle emerged from the other side of my nipple. Again, I was entranced but this time I almost felt high. From the achievement? From the endorphin rush? Both?

I couldn't stop. I didn't need to make my right, and as yet virgin, nipple erect. It all ready was. I lined up the needle and I knew that again, this time it would be different. No pausing. No hesitation. With a deep breath I smoothly ran the needle through my right nipple without stopping. The sensation was incredible, as was the sight when I looked down and saw both nipples with their own needle.

The next time, I didn't wait a month. I waited a week. My nipples were still slightly tender. Thinking long and hard, I'd come to the conclusion that what I'd felt, and what I needed to feel was a combination of the anticipation of the piercing, the sensation of the moment of piercing and the after effect of the piercing. I wanted the sensation to be deeper, more profound.

With clothes pegs, I clamped both my nipples and waited for 15 minutes. My nipples hurt, not badly, but they felt alive. In preparation for this moment, I'd set an alarm clock with a second hand in clear view of where I sat. I removed the clothes peg from my left nipple and picked up a needle. I pushed, slowly, the skin broke and allowed the needle entry. I kept the same gentle, but steady, pressure applied and after a minute the needle emerged from within my nipple. This first needle pierced my nipple horizontally. I quickly picked up another needle and placed the tip behind the first needle, vertically. Again, steady slow pressure and a minute later my left nipple was pierced a second time. I didn't wait. Three minutes later, I was done. Each nipple pierced twice. Once horizontally, once vertically. Four piercings in all.

Pain, pressure, sensation, all combined in a rush which lasted for what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes.

Less than a year later I was flicking through a magazine and came across an article on body piercing. This was it. The defining moment. There were other people. I wasn't alone. I could be pierced and wear jewellery in my nipple piercings. I chose a piercer, Teena Maree, then of Into You in London, and made an appointment and ... these experiences are chronicled in the mods page.

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