När en liten touch har en stor effekt på mammas klitpiercing

Catching up with the splendid Great British Sewing Bee, I found myself doing my normal thing… Fiddling with my clit piercing. It’s such a regular occurrence for me! I wonder how many times I touch it each day? Perhaps I ought to try and keep a tally? Haha. You know what’s funny though? When I had it done, it was nothing to do with being a sexual piercing and ALL to do with being the most extreme piercing you could get. Like many uni students I got a series of piercings throughout the terms, but I didn’t want it to get ridiculous and fill my face with metal. So I decided to ‘put a stop’ to all the piercings by getting the most extreme one possible. Boom. Job done! I was absolutely a sexual novice at the time and was utterly clueless, but no one ever believed that this wasn’t a sexual piercing and all to do with the hardcore aspect of it. Funny these days cos just twiddling it like this can make me orgasm in minutes. Slyly orgasm in minutes without anyone knowing! Fucking awesome, eh?!