I want mind-blowing waves.
Like every night, I go to bed at ten. I’m probably the only twenty-seven-year-old in the country who goes to bed so early, but I need my sleep.
Normally I’m out as soon as my head hits the pillow. Not tonight. I can’t stop thinking about the piercings, and if it really would mean having mind-blowing orgasms.
I flick on my phone, blink from the sudden brightness and Google more.
It says it’s also important to make sure you use a person who knows what they’re doing. No kidding.
Apparently it’s something you get done at a tattoo parlor. I’ve never been to a tattoo parlor. I don’t even think I know anyone with a tattoo. I turn off my phone, and roll the idea around in my head.
By two am, I’m convinced I have to do this. I have to try. The potential payoff is too high not to.
After an hour of tossing and turning I grab my phone and Google ‘Where to get a genital piercing in Rochester.’
There are two options — Hell in a Needle and Incredible Ink.
If I’m really going to go through with this, I don’t think it’s going to be in a place called Hell in a Needle. Besides, Incredible Ink is near the art galleries and studios in the Village Gate Square. I can maybe handle that, it makes it arty. Somehow, I’ll find the courage to phone Incredible Ink in the morning, before I have time to change my mind about going through with this.
Satisfied, I fall into a deep sleep and don’t wake up until nine-thirty. Normally I’m up every day at seven, even if it is a Saturday.
The first thought in my head is about the piercing. I’m just as determined as before to go through with it.
I Google the phone number for Incredible Ink. They open at ten. I have thirty minutes to work up the nerve.
Over two cups of coffee and a bowl of Cheerios, I get more and more excited by the idea. I want it now. I hope they can fit me in today. At one minute past ten, I hit dial.
Eloise
“Incredible Ink. Kaylee speaking,” a woman’s voice says.
Hearing another female on the line helps ease the tension in my body.
“Hello, I am interested in a piercing. A genital piercing.” I can’t freaking believe I just said that out loud. My heart pounds in my chest.
“Sure. What kind?”
“A clitoral hood?” My voice goes sky high as I say the words. I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, that I’m asking about this, or that it’s so obvious I’m out of my comfort zone.
“Do you have any other piercings?”
“My ears,” I say, my voice rising as if it’s a question.
There’s a pause at the other end of the phone before she says, “Do you mind if I ask why you’re interested in one?”
I swallow, working up the nerve to say it out loud. Finally, I say, “I heard it makes sex more satisfying.”
She chuckles, and says, “More satisfying is an understatement. Trust me.”
“Oh, you have one?”
“I have all three types that rub against your clit. Trust me, you want at least one. Your mind will be blown.”
“I could do with having my mind blown.”
“You know, before I had my first piercing, I’d never even had one before,” she says in a hushed tone.
“Me too,” I say, excited at this newfound sisterhood.
“Trust me, this’ll be the best thing you ever do.”
“Do you do them?” I ask, thinking it’s fate that Kaylee answered the phone.
“Absolutely. I have time at one o’clock.”
“Today?”
She laughs and says, “Yes, today.”
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s quick. A little pain for a lifetime of pleasure.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Would you like to come in then? I can see which type of piercing you’re suitable for. If you’re lucky, you can get the triangle. But don’t worry if you’re not, the vertical hood is good too.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. Can I do this? I need to do this. And now, before I chicken out.
I clear my throat and say, “Yes.”
“Great. I’ll see you at one.”
I give her my name and number and then I sit there for a few moments stunned that I did it. My hands are trembling so much it’s a struggle to hang up the phone. At the same time, heat blooms between my legs at the thought of my issue being solved. And today.
Rushing into my bedroom, I select my favorite vibrators and put in brand new batteries. I wonder how long it will be before the piercing will be okay to test out.
I spend far too long deciding what outfit to wear for my appointment with Kaylee. In the end I select a long peasant skirt because it’s loose fitting. I figure if it’s really sore, I can do a cowboy walk out of the tattoo parlor.