Back to my apartment. A little tired after all that clit cutting. I sit on my bed and taking a good look at my latest collection. It’s Maya’s clit in a specimen jar. Nice, round, and pink. I wonder how’s she’s doing. Her wounds should heal anytime soon. I should give her a call. Then my first collection. It’s Sylvie’s clit. She lost a bet to her friend, Gina. I wonder what they were betting. I hope it was not a stupid bet over a guy who turns out to be a jerk.

Then it’s Jelita’s clit ring. Maybe it’s cursed, and whoever wears it will end up getting her clit removed. I’d love to pierce Donna’s clit with it. That bitch stole my boyfriend. Then I look inside my drawer. There’s a book by Dr. Isaac Baker Brown, an English doctor who advocated clitoridectomy in the 1860s. Then he was expelled from the medical community in disgrace, then more than a century later, it’s popular again. Funny how life goes. Next to it is a dusty little jar which has been there for a while.

That brings back a lot of memory.

Back in the last year of high school I dated this Asian exchange student named Ming. He was nice and handsome, I liked him a lot. When we first made out, I found out that he was not circumcised. I wasn’t happy about it. His cock was ugly and it looked like an elephant trunk. But I was not about to dump a good guy over a piece of unwanted skin. So every time we made out, I pulled back his foreskin ( yuck !!) cleaned it and then caressed his exposed glans, while telling him how much nicer it will be if the cock head is exposed without the ugly foreskin. Finally, just after his 18th birthday, I convinced him to get circumcised. I took him to a doctor and took care of him until the wounds heals. We eventually broke up and he went back to his home country, but he never regret to have been circumcised.

That dusty glass jar has Ming’s preserved foreskin in it. That’s how I began getting interested in circumcision. Then I began my nurse’s training and eventually I worked for a circumcision clinic.

On the female side, it’s a different story. Back when I was 19, I had this nice roommate. Her name is Jameela. She’s from Egypt. She had the most amazing smooth olive skin and the most beautiful pair of breasts and the most amazing pair of big beautiful eyes. Her body is curvy and just thick enough, not too thin and not too thick.

We shared everything. We talk about clothes, family, and of course, guys. One night we were looking at some magazine and there was this ad about clit piercing. It’s buy 1 get 2. Then I wildly thought about getting both our clits pierced for the price of one.

Sally: “Hey check this out. It’s 2 for 1 clit piercing”

Jameela: “Really ?? cool”

Sally: “Let’s get our clits pierced. It’s gonna be hot !”

Jameela: “No, sorry I can’t”

Sally: ”Oh c’mon, you big beautiful chicken. It’s just like your belly button piercing, only a bit lower”

Jameela smiled and got her pretty face close to mine. The she whispers, “Can you keep a little secret ?” I nodded in curiousity.

Jameela :”I don’t have a clit”

Sally: “You don’t have what …..?”

Jameela: “You heard me. I don’t have a clitoris”

Sally: “How come ??”

Jameela: “Ehmm, in Egypt, all women are circumcised. It means the clit is removed. Usually before marriage.”

It sounded strange to my ears, but I remember I got turned on so hard by what she said. My heart was racing fast and I could feel some tingling and wet sensation between my legs. But I tried to hide it..

Sally: “wow…did it hurt”

Jameela: “ Sure it hurts like hell. But after the medicine it felt better….”

Sally: “This…I have to see..”

Then I jumped at her in excitement and practically got her naked by force. She could have sued me for attempted rape. When I finally got her naked, I saw this amazing hairless pussy. Then she opened up her legs and there it was. She’s clitless. The only visible sign of the presence of a clitoris is just a tiny fine scar.

I touched her scar to see her reaction. She certainly felt some tingle, but she remained calm. I wonder what’s the effect of being clitless.

Sally: “So, how does it feel if I touch you there ?”

Jameela: “Still a bit tingle but not much. However, once the clit is gone, the G-spot and nipples become super sensitive. I could go to heaven just on a light touch on my nipples, and the touch on my G-spot…oohhhhh………it’s amazing”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled down my pants and panties. I could see my panties was wet and I could feel my clit throbbing in excitement.

Sally: “Jameela, please, cut my clit. I want to be like you”

Jameela: “Are you sure ???”

I handed her the nail clipper from my manicure set. She placed the blades around my erect clitoris. Just one snap and I’ll be clitless. She looked confused and hesitated.

Jameela: “I can’t. I don’t know what to do…..I don’t want you to bleed to death”

She finally put the nail clipper back before anything was cut.

That night I almost became clitless :)

TO BE CONTINUED