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Six months deal

Author: Einah Pets
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-20 11:42:08

~ SIENNA ~

I shot up from the tattoo bed like it burned and held up the phone to Gavin. “What’s this?”

He returned to his chair and lounged lazily on it, my panic obviously lost on him. “Your new tattoo. Like it?”

“Why… why,” I stammered. “Why is it a tattoo of your name?”

“Because I thought it would look good. And it does.”

In an instant, I was laughing. I had seen those videos on social media where beauty service providers played pranks on their customers. This had to be one of them.

“It’s a prank, right?” I asked with a knowing smile.

He looked me deadass in the eyes. “No, it’s not. Do I look like I play pranks?”

He did not.

“IF IT IS NOT A PRANK, AND I AM NOT HALLUCINATING, WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE A TATTOO OF YOUR NAME ON MY WAIST?!”

I half expected the glass cubicle of the studio to crack from the loudness of my voice but apparently, it was laminated and bulletproof. My head was suddenly aching again and I could barely see Gavin over the veil of red that seemed to cover my ey
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  • Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master   Six months deal

    ~ SIENNA ~I shot up from the tattoo bed like it burned and held up the phone to Gavin. “What’s this?”He returned to his chair and lounged lazily on it, my panic obviously lost on him. “Your new tattoo. Like it?” “Why… why,” I stammered. “Why is it a tattoo of your name?”“Because I thought it would look good. And it does.”In an instant, I was laughing. I had seen those videos on social media where beauty service providers played pranks on their customers. This had to be one of them. “It’s a prank, right?” I asked with a knowing smile. He looked me deadass in the eyes. “No, it’s not. Do I look like I play pranks?” He did not.“IF IT IS NOT A PRANK, AND I AM NOT HALLUCINATING, WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE A TATTOO OF YOUR NAME ON MY WAIST?!” I half expected the glass cubicle of the studio to crack from the loudness of my voice but apparently, it was laminated and bulletproof. My head was suddenly aching again and I could barely see Gavin over the veil of red that seemed to cover my ey

  • Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master   A new tattoo

    ~ SIENNA ~I was sure I was dead so I didn’t bother moving my body at all. My only regret was dying with Harry’s name still branded on my skin. I didn’t have any children to will my properties to and better yet, I didn’t have any properties. The only people who would miss me were Margo, my dog Cakes, and maybe my parents sometimes?It was Gavin's intoxicating scent that made me realize my nose still worked and so I was probably alive. I tried moving my arm and it moved. My eyes opened next, darting around the studio like I would be asked to draw it from memory soon. I expected a gaping opening in the glass and shards everywhere but all I saw on the affected spot was a small hole with cracks spread around it like sun rays. The studio itself was so undisturbed, it felt like what just happened didn’t happen. Gavin and I were still on the floor of the studio, his body suspended over mine so that his full weight wasn’t on me. Smart. Since I didn’t die from the gunshot, I wasn’t about to

  • Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master   Meeting the Tattoo Master

    ~ SIENNA ~I woke up with a terrible hangover the next morning. Apparently after the toilet incident, I ended up drinking even more than I had drunk before. Margo had driven a wasted me home, put me to sleep and spent the night over. Now, she was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for us. What would I do without my best friend? Forcing myself out of bed, I slipped my silk robe off and tried to see the tattoo by looking down my back but it hurt my neck and still, I could barely make out the design. So I walked to the full length mirror in my bedroom and turned my back to it, looking at my naked reflection on its shiny surface. There it was. The word ‘Harry’ written in clear cursive handwriting. Harry had chosen the tattoo shop, the tattoo artist — he insisted it be a woman, the tattoo design, everything. Thankfully, it was a small tattoo and he didn’t ask for his face to be drawn on my whole back.With a sigh, I wore my robe again and returned to bed. What a fool I was. I knew I had

  • Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master   How low can you go?

    ~ SIENNA ~Finding out my husband is fúcking his manager was bad enough. Getting dealt a smoky slap by that manager was the nail in the coffin. Convinced the day couldn’t get any worse, I agreed to go to a bar with Margo. Ever since the incident that happened the last time I was at one, bars had become my least favourite place — after hospitals. The music was slow but with a strong tempo; low enough to allow conversation, loud enough for guests to enjoy a dance. Just perfect. “Finally we get to hangout after all the times you cancelled on me because ’Harry needs you’,” Margo quipped, sipping her margarita like she was in a commercial. Forever the graceful lady. I couldn’t defend myself — she was right. I let Harry isolate me from everybody dear to me and what did I get in return? Lies, betrayal and divorce papers with the most insensitive conditions. It didn’t matter that I funded our wedding and honeymoon because he didn’t have much at the time. It didn’t matter that I spent the

  • Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master   The other woman

    ~ SIENNA ~I blinked once. Twice. Then many more times as I looked at the other pictures which showed the same man and woman in different sèx positions. When I managed to find my voice, I asked, “What is the meaning of this, Harry?”That was it. It was like throwing a lit match into a pile of hay that had been soaked in gasoline. Harry turned beet red.“You dare ask me what that is?! You whorè! I work my ass off everyday to give you the life I thought you deserve. And this is what you do when I’m away?” he barked.“Harry, that is not me…” I started.“Say what now?” he asked in obvious disgust.“I know what it looks like but…”“Oh, Sienna.” He sounded like his restraint was killing him. “Please, don’t insult my intelligence like this.”“Where did you even get these?” I queried, still looking at the pictures in disbelief. “Does it matter?”“Of course, it does!”“If you must know, someone who is tired of keeping your secret sent them to my mail.”“I don’t know what else to say, Harry.

  • Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master   He wants a divorce

    ~ SIENNA ~A married woman addicted to her sèx toy? Yeah, that’s me. If the poor thing could grow wings, it would have flown far away from me and never come back. I remember thinking it was overpriced when I bought it on a vacation with Harry in Paris but now? Now, I have gotten my money’s worth and more. With a sigh, I picked up the rose vibrator and increased the vibration level to the highest. Lately, my usual level was not doing it for me anymore. I inserted the díldo part of the toy into my pússy and brought the rose sucker to my swollen clít. My legs were spread as wide as the bathtub would allow, the scent of my strawberry body wash wafting around the large bathroom. Soon, my moans were wafting around too. In the beginning, I used to cry out Harry’s name but now it’s just ooooohs and aaaaahs. No way I’m moaning the name of a husband who hasn’t touched me in months. I tried not to think of Harry’s shortcomings and concentrate on the waves of pleasure running through my body.

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