Until Christmas two years ago, I thought I had everything.

Then my husband asked what I wanted for Christmas, and I said, “I want the hood of my clit pierced.” I thought it would be a turn-on for both of us. And that’s all it took.

I found a place in the city owned by a lady named Shyla. We discussed what I wanted on the phone (she had the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard), and two weeks before Christmas Warren and I drove into the city. I was as nervous as on my wedding day. A guy behind the counter gave me a form to fill out, and as I did that, an Asian-looking woman came down the stairs and introduced herself as Shyla.

I was barely able to get my name out! We shook hands, but held on a little longer than we should have, just looking in each other’s eyes. Shyla took us to a... Read More