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The Tattoo Artist 03
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Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) The Tattoo Artist 03
The breeze blowing outside the shop was extremely cold, my heart was beating fast and loud. I held my phone with trembling hands as I tried ordering a ride, and thankfully, I got one that was only two minutes away.When I got to my apartment, my heart was still racing, but my hands had stopped trembling. So, I ran myself a bath, and took a hot shower.I got into my bed and wished for sleep to come soon.But, sleep refused to come.I had showered twice, changed into the softest pajamas in my closet, and still couldn’t wash away the feeling of his lips on mine. Rafe. Every breath, every thought, every heartbeat came back to him.It was ridiculous, I barely knew him. But somehow, he had managed to crawl under my skin and make himself comfortable there.When I closed my eyes, I saw him again, the way he said “Say stop, and I will.” The way he hadn’t stepped closer until I leaned in first. The way his breath had brushed my cheek before our lips met, sending every rational thought spiraling
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) The Tattoo Artist 02
One week.That’s how long it took for the tattoo to heal, and for me to lose my mind.Every time I looked at the small lightning bolt on my arm, my stomach fluttered. It wasn’t just ink anymore. It was a memory. A spark. A reminder of a man whose voice I couldn’t stop hearing in my head.Rafe.I told myself it was ridiculous. He was a tattoo artist. I was a customer. It was nothing.Except it didn’t feel like nothing.It felt like the way my heart had skipped when he leaned close. Like the warmth of his fingers on my skin. Like the way he’d looked at me, not just at me, but into me.So when the calendar hit the one-week mark, I lost it. I wore a sleeveless blouse, left my hair down, and pretended I wasn’t walking into the shop hoping he’d notice me.Ink Therapy looked exactly the same. Dim lights, low music. The hum of machines in the back. But my pulse still managed to spike like I’d stepped into something dangerous.He was there, leaning against the counter, wearing a black shirt, t
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) The Tattoo Artist 01
It all started with a breakup text and a bottle of cheap wine.Technically, I was the one who ended it, but when the guy you’ve dated for two years, someone you were once deeply in love with sends a simple “Good luck, you’ll find someone better” message five minutes later, it still stings, it stings so bad.So, naturally, I did what any woman with a bruised ego and too much free time on a Saturday would do, I opened my maps app and searched for tattoo shops near me.I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe a butterfly on my wrist or something simple on my ribs. I just wanted something that screamed a new era.Soon enough, I found myself standing outside a place called Ink Therapy, where the “I” in Ink had been replaced with a lightning bolt. The logo looked cocky. So did the man behind the counter.His whole body was covered in tattoos, or let me say ink, and muscle, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, tattoos creeping up his neck and disappearing under a black T-shirt that fit
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) Office Escapades With Mr Armstrong 04
He pushed me down, "Get on your knees" he muttered. I dropped instantly, my face was directly in front of his crotch, and I could see his length straining against his suit trousers. My pussy clenched with excitement as I looked up at him, and he pushed my face further into the bulge in his trouser. I should have stopped him, but my body has already decided for me. Instead I took that as an instruction to get to work. I unbuckled his belt with trembling hands, as desire rippled through me, then unzipped his trousers and slipped the trouser down his thigh, it pulled up at his ankle. I slipped my hand into the band of his boxer shorts, running my hand up and down his hardened length, then pulled the shorts down too, releasing his monstrous throbbing dick. It was huge, hard, and had thick veins running down his whole length. It looked nothing like anyone I've ever seen, the length was surprising, and the girth? I was mind-blown. To top it all, his dick was pierced, I had never seen a
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) Office Escapades With Mr Armstrong 03
The morning after felt heavier than it should have.I stood in front of the mirror again, staring at my reflection like it might give me an explanation on what happened last night or what it meant.I touched my lips once, just to be sure I hadn’t imagined it.I hadn’t.It had really happened, Armstrong really kissed me. At work, everything looked the same, yet nothing felt familiar.Every click of my heels on the marble floor echoed louder than usual. Every word of greeting from my colleagues sounded distant.And then there was him.Armstrong.Standing by the front desk, dressed in a crisp suit, with a calm voice, that same magnetic pull I was trying to resist.When his gaze lifted and found mine, the air and everything around us seemed to pause.He didn’t smile, and I didn’t either.We just stared, long enough for my pulse to remember what his mouth had done.“Good morning,” I managed.“Morning,” he replied, voice even, but his eyes, they said everything.I walked past him, preten
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) Office Escapades With Mr Armstrong 02
The next morning, I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, fussing over every little detail of my outfit.It wasn’t vanity, it was nerves.My first day at the company. My first day working under Armstrong.The memory of his voice, his smile, his nearness in that office replayed in my mind like a song I couldn’t stop humming. I told myself it was silly, that he was just a man. A boss, a handsome, and dangerously charming boss who smelled like temptation wrapped in expensive cologne and suit.I sighed, grabbed my bag, and drove to work.When I stepped into the building, I felt eyes turn toward me. Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe it was because Armstrong had walked in behind me a few seconds later.“Good morning, Clarabelle,” he said, his voice smooth and professional, but his gaze held a faint trace of warmth.“Good morning, sir—” I caught myself. “Armstrong.”His smile deepened, just slightly. “That’s better.”The way he said it shouldn’t have felt like a reward, but
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