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Pierce Me

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Simone Sowood

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English
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She’s never had an O. I’m going to make up for that.

When Eloise walks into my tattoo parlor, she thinks she knows what she’s after – a piercing to help take her where no man can.

But I don’t want to help her the way she thinks.

I had a crush on her all the way through grade school.

The last time I saw her was seventh grade, when my life was falling apart.

Now she has the same cute pony tail as always but the rest of her grown up body makes me hard just looking at it.

I’ll give her a piercing alright, and it will be the deepest one of her life.

Never had an O, welcome to Oh My God!

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Eloise

Trouble having orgasms? You need to read this!

The headline on the magazine cover catches my eye. It certainly applies to me. But I have no time to read it now.

I carry on laying out the new magazines in the waiting room. We’re about to open. My first patient will be here soon and I still have to go over his notes.

“Hey, sweetie,” my mom says as I pass her in the hallway. Her hair is the same almost-black color as mine. Like every day, it’s pulled back in a neat bun, and her glasses sit on the end of her nose.

“Morning, Mom,” I say, smiling at her.

“Are you coming for dinner tomorrow?”

“Don’t I always come for dinner every Saturday night?”

“I didn’t know if you had a better offer.”

“Unfortunately not. I have to settle for you and Dad.”

I haven’t had a date in months. After I broke up with Chet, my last boyfriend, I lost interest in dating and men in general. Probably because none of my ex-boyfriends ever satisfied me.

Marcy, our nosy receptionist, pokes her head around the corner and says, “Eloise, your first patient is here.”

“Okay, thanks. Send him to my room. Talk to you later, Mom.”

I quickly re-tie my ponytail and review his notes while he’s in the room. It’s not a complex case. He broke his shoulder two months ago and is now rebuilding the strength in his muscles. This is the third time I’ve seen him and I hope he’s been doing his exercises.

The most frustrating thing about being a physiotherapist is that half the time the people never do their exercises. There’s not much I can do to help them if they don’t.

My parents are both doctors, with their own medical practice. After I finished school, I joined the medical practice as an in-house physiotherapist.

It’s great that the three of us get along well and can work together. We are a close family, and I’m good friends with both my parents and my sister, Sophie.

Sophie’s currently studying medicine at the University of Rochester and plans on joining the practice when she finishes school. She still lives at home with them. I have my own apartment, but we all have dinner together once a week.

No matter how close we are, I still can’t discuss my inability to have an orgasm with them. I don’t know if it’s a medical issue or not anyway. I doubt it.

I don’t know what my problem is.

No boyfriend has ever been able to get me off. And I can hardly get myself off. It doesn’t matter what type of vibrator or sex toy I buy, nothing seems to help.

On rare occasions, I think I have an orgasm. Maybe. I’m not sure. It feels good, but not this mind-blowing experience our society makes an orgasm out to be.

For the rest of the day, I focus on my patients. Half of them have done their exercises, mostly the ones who’ve had broken bones or sprains.

After I finish, I casually walk into the waiting room, and slip the magazine that promises new information on orgasms into my backpack.

“Good night, Marcy,” I say, hoping she didn’t notice me take the magazine. She’s a stickler for the rules, and she’d probably tell my mother on me. I’ll bring it back first thing Monday.

“See you Monday,” Marcy says.

When I get home, I flop down on my couch and pull the magazine out of my backpack. I doubt it’s going to offer me any real solutions, but you never know.

I flip past umpteen glossy perfume and fashion ads until I come to the article.

Can a genital piercing solve your orgasm woes?

Genital piercing? I clench at the very idea.

Clitoral hood piercings are reported to dramatically improve a woman’s ability to climax because they stimulate the clitoris. We’ve talked to three women who have them to find out their experiences.

I read through the interviews, and all three women talk about how their piercings changed their lives.

“I’d never had an orgasm before my piercing, but now my boyfriend is able to give me at least one every time we have sex. It’s life-changing.”

“I didn’t know what I was missing before — now I encourage all my friends to get one!”

“Before I got my piercing I had small orgasms, but now the intensity is unreal.”

I sit up straight, my heart speeding. I’ve never heard of this before. It sounds too good to be true, and I’m always skeptical about these things. But I have to know more. Is there any truth to it?

Grabbing my laptop, I Google genital piercings. I spend the next hour reading and researching them. Everything I find backs up the magazine article. There are countless testimonials from women who’ve had them done and describe them as being life-changing.

There are three types of clitoral hood piercings. The most effective for increasing orgasms is something called a triangle. But apparently only a few women have the right shape of lips to get it.


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