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Piercing
by Pink Hair Girl
I am down on my knees, my hair flowing across my face as I find myself
servicing another man. He is longer than the last one but not as
thick. My grip around his shaft makes up for what will not fit in my
mouth. My gag reflex is not what it once was but I still have limits
in what I can take. I feel my hoop earrings move against my hair, set
into their own motion by my movements. I make sure to moan every so
often, they love it when I moan. I bring my head back a bit and swirl
the tip with my tongue, a trick I learned back when all of this
started.
If I knew then what I knew now I would probably have run in the other
direction. Awww, who am I kidding? I love what I am doing right now.
This fills a need in me that I never knew was there. It has given me
pleasure and a sense of belonging. Never to be an outcast like I was
before. Never feeling a part of the society that flowed around me.
Part of it came from being shy but a lot of it came from my sense of
disassociation. To belong to something, you need to have some sort of
connection to it and, to be honest, I never had a sense of connection
to the world around me. Something was off....let's face it, I was off.
My current lover is starting to moan louder and is thrusting harder
into my mouth. It makes it harder to control what is going on but then
my goal is not to control him but to bring him to orgasm. His fingers
weave into my hair and he holds on for all that he is worth. That is
fine with me, I love having my hair pulled. I love being controlled.
If only I had known that years ago. No, not known. Accepted. If I had
only accepted that part of me way back when then my life would have
been different. Would have been better.
Not feeling like I belonged to society I did what I could to stand
out. At first it was a rather easy course. I embraced the age of the
machines well before most of society could really grasp what a
computer was and the power the machines offered. Back then you had to
speak their language in order to make them sing. I loved it and the
more I embraced the machines, the further away from society I could
get but, at the same time, reap the benefits and live comfortably.
Great way for things to work out, if you ask me.
Before I knew it though the computer age had caught on. People still
have no real idea about how computers work, they just expect them to
do so. It leaves to question, which part of the equation controls the
other?
He is really starting to thrust hard and more of his shaft is hitting
the back of my throat. I choke back the reaction to gag and apply more
pressure to his shaft. I rake it gently with my teeth and attempt to
tease the tip some more but the moment I let up, he is pumping his hot
shaft into me even harder. I look up at his face and smile when he
notices. Then I close my eyes and moan louder and take as much of the
shaft as I can. The swallowing motion of my throat gives him a lot of
pleasure and he grunts as he tries to thrust in even further. I feel
the end of the condom expand a bit and grow warm as his sweaty body
starts to collapse downwards.
The motion irritates the piercings around my lips. Men like the bad
girls, that has not changed even though I have. I remember when I
first started to play with piercings, they led me to the beautiful
life I now have, that is no question.
It was like any other day when I walked into the small shop I had not
noticed before. As my uniqueness had been fading within society I had
been reaching out to other subcultures and adopting what I liked.
Usually it was not too terribly long before society embraced bits and
pieces and staying ahead of the curve took some real work. The shop
was clean, very clean and that was unusual back then.
I started off simply enough, an eyebrow ring. It was visible and it
was different. I knew that I could get away with it, computer folks
were expected to be a bit eccentric and since we controlled the
information age, the employers gave us latitude. The ring looked great
and was near an accessory to the leather vest and jeans I wore most of
the time at work.
One piercing led to another. One job led to the next. I was moving
around the country and then around the world. It was in some sort of
small industrialized nation where my life would forever change.
My lover recovers and drags me up his body. I smile as he does so and
use the situation to feel his hard body. This one is not that hairy
and there is a thrill in feeling the sleekness and his soft hair. I
moan again as he kisses me. A gentle kiss at first and then I am
grabbing his hair and kissing harder. His immediate need had been met
while the fires still burned within me. I play with his tongue in the
same manner as I had played with his cock. As he returns the hard kiss
I rake my long nails up his flesh. We moan in unison and our dance
starts once again.
Dancing. I remember seeing the village girl dancing around the fire
that night. The office buildings of the nearby city had long been
forgotten in the swirl of alcohol and partying. The women were
beautiful and dressed to show off their charms this night. It was some
sort of celebration to some goddess or another. I did not pay that
much attention, I just wanted to party and get drunk and/or stoned.
The girl was dressed in a deep purple, a colour once put aside for
royalty in many lands in history. The dress danced on her skin as if
it were alive. Slits and folds revealed much of her skin and then hid
it just as well.
When she made her way to my side of the fire, she danced in front of
me, our eyes locking. I could feel the fire that burned inside of her
and me. She leaned over and then kissed me hard. Her tongue parted my
lips and then dove in to meet my own. It was divine. I noted one odd
item as she kissed me. Her tongue held something on... no, in it. When
she pulled back she laughed and I could see the flash of something. I
learned later that her tongue was pierced and she taught me the
pleasure that it could add.
In the morning she was gone and I awoke alone. A foreign man among the
natives in a strange land. I made my way out and was heading back into
town when I met someone else. Another traveler from afar. We decided
to start the day with some local tea and a bit of conversation. I did
not speak the language of the locals but my new friend could. We
talked about the United States and what had happened since he had been
there last. Morning grew into afternoon and we continued to chat
around what had been the fire the night before. The locals did not
seem to mind in the least and even offered food after a bit. I think
they enjoyed the company.
I eventually had to ask about the girl from the night before and the
piercing that she had. My friend laughed and told me she was just one
of the locals who was used for entertainment. As for the piercing, it
was believed by some tribes to allow people to speak to their
ancestors and seek their guidance. Kind of an oracle I guessed. I
decided that I wanted to have one for myself, a companion to the ring
I had in the eyebrow.
My lover is now pinning me to the floor. I do not mind, matter of
fact, I find it a complete turn on. I struggle, knowing that he can
keep me there for as long as he wishes. His cock is starting to get
hard again and he looks down at me and smiles. Then he his licking and
sucking at my nipples. Arcs of lightning run beneath my skin,
connecting everything to my nipples. He then starts to make his way up
my body, nibbling and licking as he goes. I am not usually the
ticklish type but he has me squirming beneath him. Once he reaches the
nape of my neck I lose all control. Knowing this he lingers there
licking, sucking, and biting me to new highs. I love it all,
especially the bites.
The bite of the metal through my tongue was no small thing but I
endured it. I was now on my third trip back to the village since the
night I had met the girl. My friend had already explained to me on how
only certain people could go through the rites required to have the
elder pierce my tongue. I did not care, I wanted it and kept
returning. On the third visit the elder relented and motioned me
inside. A fire burned and a long, thin piece of metal sat near the
edge. My clothing was removed and things I did not understand were
said. He painted symbols on my body with something that smelled sweet
and most of them focused on my torso. Some ran to my face and others
went to lower extremes. At some point in the process I was given
something to drink, it was bitter and dried out my mouth. Then he made
a motion for me to stick out my tongue and so I did. The small needle
was punched through quickly but I still managed to flinch a bit.
However, once my tongue was firmly back into my head I could feel the
piercing was there.
My body felt warm and at first I thought that it was an effect from
the fire. Then I realised that it was building up inside of me. A
pulse ran along my spine at first. Then another that seemed to go
everywhere in my body. My flesh started to ripple and then the pain
struck. I had never felt such pain before in my life. It was as if I
were being smashed together but stretched at the same time. The elder
and his quarters seemed to grow around me and then another pain lanced
through my chest. I arched back and cried out in a strange voice.
Terror was rising inside of me, matching the pain that wracked my
body. I started to tear at my flesh with my now long fingernails,
trying to get at the source of the fire.... of the pain. Then
blackness swallowed me.
It was my lover's turn to pleasure me and he was good. He kissed me
hard and then trailed kisses down to my sex. His tongue danced and
played at my mound in a way not too unlike my own had done to his. The
difference between us was that I could not hold off the rising tide in
my body like he had done. My hands alternated between playing with my
hard nipples and grabbing his hair and thrusting against him. He did
not moan, just licked and sucked while I made enough noise for the two
of us. Finally the wave in me crested and broke, carrying me towards
the orgasm that I had been wanting to feel all night.
When I awoke I was not in the village but back in my apartment. I had
thought that it had all been a strange dream. Yet I could feel the
stud in my tongue and knew that something had happened. I checked my
body and sighed in relief when all appeared as it should. Must have
been whatever was in that bottle, it provided one hell of a trip.
Still no idea on how I made it back to the apartment. Just one of
those things.
I returned to the United States two weeks later. The company decided
that New York was the place to be and so any and all key staff were
sent there. The new offices looked great and it felt wonderful being
back in the US, especially in New York. The city that never sleeps.
My lover was now sliding back up my body, his hardness trailing the
way from my ankle to the bit of promised land I knew its owner sought.
He tried to make a game of it but he wanted it as badly as I did at
this point. In no time at all he was thrusting into me and I used my
nails on his back. Groans, grunts, and moans filled the air. There was
a sense of urgency to it, like we were in a race and near the finish.
I guess in a way we were and I enjoyed this race.
It was during the winter that I noticed that something was wrong with
me. I had contracted the flu bug and was stuck inside of my apartment,
thoughtfully supplied and furnished by my employer. Flipping through
the channels I had stopped on one that featured a bare chested hunk. I
shook my head and tried to clear the thoughts out, I most certainly
was not gay, was I? I could not take my eyes off of him and I found
myself desiring to be near him. Near his hardness. Oh the things I
could do to him.
The warmth built up within my body and then the pain. I bit my bottom
lip, trying to not cry out as the pain raced up my spine. Convulsions
hit me and tears ran down my face. I was scared and the thought that I
was dying raged in my mind. Yet I was not dying but changing. The
breasts were the first thing I noticed, they sat heavily against my
chest. Then dark hair cascaded down my back and in front of my eyes.
Sweeping it out of the way I noted my fingers were thinner and sported
long nails. Finding out the rest came later, once I was able to
finally wrap my mind around what was happening.
The heat rising from my sex was undeniable. I did what I could to
quench it and yet I could not. Finally I went out and found someone
who could fulfill my desires and he had been wonderful in doing so.
Now sated we lay together on the floor of my apartment, the lights of
the city throwing shadows across us. I do not know what the morning
may bring but at least for the moment I am at one with the universe.
The End
Lizbeth
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