Are you choking?
Well, here it is. Something I've let lie for a good long while now.

When I was 17, I was going out with a girl called Kate. This was around the time I'd got my first piercing (but never went mad - only 2 holes and 2 tatts) - and also had a wholly unhealthy fascination with pierced girls.

And Kate had piercings. Lots of piercings. Including one in her tongue.

One day, Kate had a party. It was a typical college party, lots of booze and cheap alcopops - and yours truly was wandering around in something of a stupour. My hand was grabbed, and I was pulled in to a room by Kate.

Kissing ensued.

I noticed the presence of something alien in my mouth. "No problemo" thinks I "it's a tongue stud!". The alien presence slides down my tongue. This is not cool. In my panic to get away, it slips back and I start choking on the damn thing.

I burst out of the room - blue of face and open of fly - fighting for breath as my trachea closed around the offending blockage. After much back slapping, I choked it up.

I lay panting on the floor, holding it in my hand. The object, that is, not my penis.

You've got it. The bitch had tried to choke me (albeit inadvertently) with a loose tongue stud.

Girth? I think it was about 1.8mm.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Wed 6 Dec 2006, 15:41, Reply)