Its all in the tongue!!
After I split with my ex I entered the 'rebellious phase' where I would do all the things I wanted to do in a vain attempt to cheer myself up and simultaneously piss off my ex by doing all the things she wouldn't let me do while together.

One of the first things I did was get my tongue pierced - she hated most piercings and though they were for freaks, but I always wanted one and used every opportunity to show it off (especially around her!)

The other thing I did alot was go clubbing. Now I didn’t actually like the clubbing that much – most of my friends only went because of the influx of illicit substances that frequent those places and their ability to enable the imbiber to dance for 8 hours without feeling tired.

I on the other hand had a knackered kidney, and didn’t really want to risk taking ‘performance enhancers’ at the risk of my kidney exploding – but what I really wanted was something to take my mind of things and my friends.

A few months into freedom we decided to go to the University club (which is now a car park) – it was a ‘school night’ event and you got free entry while in school uniform. As you can imagine most of the guys are trying to look butch while the women have made every attempt to look as slutty as possible (which isn’t hard in a school uniform!).

In my infinite wisdom I had come across the idea of infusing my new found piercing with clubbing – I simply added a UV ball to my tongue stud and I had an instant UV glow tongue that was sure to make me look cool!

In the events leading up the entering the club we all decided to get extremely pissed – mainly as a way of avoiding paying the stupid prices in the club itself. So as we stumbled inside the music started and we all ‘got down’ as the kids might say – as soon as my dancing fury was unleashed so was the tongue, waving it around in its illuminated glory!

For one person in particular this seemed to be more enticing than others - she came up to me dancing, as we got closer and closer we ending up making out on the dance floor; both drunk as high school kids.

“I love your tongue” she says to me, “I really like piercings – I got my pussy pierced recently, want to check it!?” said the school girl– without an answer my hand was thrust under her tiny skirt and into her lady parts to find the aforementioned piercing.

“Very nice” I say, trying to stay cool over the first bit of action I had received in many months.

As you can guess things went up from there – we got back to her place and did the horizontal tango. The next few days were an utter gift to me and my rebellious phase, still trying to piss off my ex.

I still worked with her and made every attempt to tell everyone (usually within earshot of the ex) about my newly found pierced partner, “Yeah it’s very cool, Ive got my tongue pierced and she had her pussy pierced – it tings when I go down her! It’s great!”

That was about 6 & ½ years ago now. We’re thinking of getting married. Needless to say that’s not the version i’ll be telling my kids.
(ldwater otherwise known as a 'jive turkey', Fri 29 Aug 2008, 9:38, 2 replies)

hehe *click*
The Planet.....will feature in my own story later.
(Oil Slick, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 9:59, closed)

Sounds
just like an Angler Fish.

www.solarnavigator.net/films_movies_actors/cartoons/cartoon_images/finding_nemo_dory_marlin_angler_fish.jpg
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 11:07, closed)