Once upon a time (in October, in case you are wondering), we had the
brilliant stupid mildly questionable idea to have my nipples pierced. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and as soon as I felt the pain, the piercing was done. And the looked nice. Sexy. Pretty. But the piercings came with a pretty high physical price tag: lots of aftercare and alternating between intense pain and annoying soreness for 2 months after the piercings. By 3 months after, I finally felt OK. Not bad for a piercing that can take a year or more to heal, I thought.
As time went on, things seemed OK, aside from the occasional embarrassing mishap. They weren’t sore any more and I was able to change the piercings (even though the mere act of changing the piercings made them sore for a week). I had to admit that they were pretty, sparkly and sexy, but I always felt a little sad at the same time. Most of the types of nipple play I liked were completely out of the question, since playing with my nipples, even a little bit roughly, even a little, made me sore for days after.
And then there were the general problems. The piercings sometimes got caught when I was toweling off after a shower or getting dressed. Occasionally Husband would roll over in bed and pin one of the piercings, making me howl in pain. Even though in my day-to-day life I had no problems, on the occasions I did, there was lots of pain.
A friend and his wife were asking me about my piercings and how hard they are to get done, aftercare, etc, etc. I described the sensations, along with some of the problems I had. I didn’t think I was speaking negatively about them, but my guy friend frowned. “It sounds like you don’t like them very much.”
No. Nononono. Of course I like them. Right? Riiiiight? But the more I thought about it, the more I realized he was right. I was not in love with them. They looked pretty, but they made me uncomfortable. Worse, they made sexy nipple play pretty much a thing of the past.
A few days ago I rolled over in bed and found Husband awake. I asked him what he thought about my nipple piercings, since he had once loved them so very much.
“I don’t know that I like them any more,” he said. “I miss playing with your nipples without worrying about hurting them. What do you think?”
“I like the way they look, but they’re always in the way. All the time. I’m tired of getting them hurt. But once they’re out, they’re out. The holes close up immediately, and they can’t be put back.”
“You can always get them repierced later if you want,” he said.
And so, they came out. And I am so glad they did. I really didn’t realize how much I hated them until they were gone and I was no longer snagging them in the shower or worried about Husband rolling on top of them in bed.
Will I get them redone later? Honestly, probably not. The healing process was long and gruelling (although a friend of mine who got her nipples pierced told me that she felt perfectly fine after a few days, compared to my few months). I missed having my nipples played with in bed without worrying about getting hurt. I missed not having to constantly worry about infection. I’m not sorry I got nipple piercings, but I am done with the damn things.