Blindfold Tattoos Reviews Novels & Stories

"Carve the words I say on his forehead - Anthony is innocent." Dave yelled loudly sizzling like a snake when the needle of the tattoo pen pinched his skin. "Do you know Dave, your tattoo artist Mr. Elliott is a blind man and his first experiment is on you. Elliott loves drawing but he could not get an opportunity to work anywhere because of his handicap. I encourage talent in every area and decided to realize his long time wish. Look how beautifully he painted my words on your forehead." Anthony showed Dave a mirror. He was having a lot of fun looking at haphazard dirty sketches on his forehead.

Blake sighed in relief, “Okay, I don’t want to be rude and just turn you around, can you show your back to me?’’ he said nicely to her, she then smiled and turned around. He stood up as he looked at her tattoo, “What the hell is really going on with your tattoo,’’ he murmured in surprise as she told her that she could face him, already. The tattoo was shining again when it was not like it a few minutes ago. He wasn’t convinced that it was shining again and asked her to face her back again to him, and as expected…it was still shining… he stepped back out of frustration then notice that the light was gone… His eyebrows met as he massaged his forehead. He couldn’t think clearly, so he went nea

"Let's go downstairs and watch some TV." Bonnie frowned, "uhh, are you mocking me or something?" She asked Lorenzo mentally face palmed, "No-umm-I mean, I have a blindfold-" Bonnie giggled, "So you want to go downstairs and watch TV with me, a blind girl while wearing a blindfold?" Lorenzo cleared his throat, "Yes." He firmly said, raising his chin up. Bonnie only shrugged, "Alright." They went downstairs and sat on the huge leather couch. Lorenzo switched on the TV and handed the blindfold to Bonnie. "Care to help?" She smiled and took the blindfold from him. Bonnie put the blindfold over his eyes and he turned around making it easier for Bonnie to tie it.

My heart leaps up to my throat when his fingers fiddle with the opening of the sleeve for a second before he grips the sleeve and tears it off. I gulp. “You good?” Devin questions and I stupidly nod as if he could see me. Wait, what if he’s taken his blindfold off? I’d have no way of knowing unless…well, it wouldn’t hurt to be sure. I pull down my blindfold a little to check to see if his was still on and sigh, relieved when I see it is. I allow my eyes to rake over the length of him. Oh, mama, what a fine specimen of a man he is. There he stood in only a pair of black Armani boxers looking good enough to devour with his bulging muscles and those sexy pulsing veins running down the length of

Voices could be heard naming their prices. Each price was higher than the one before. Soon, it reached tens of thousands of dollars. The blind masseuses had sharper hearing than ordinary people. The women in front of me couldn't help but breathe heavily out of excitement as they listened to the prices.

On the side of his ribs: ‘The way to the heart is a path full of thorns’ Why? I pour some oil on him, then set the jar down. After a long inhale, I touch him. Warmth blossoms in my chest. Slowly, I spread the oil with my palms. I was wrong. His skin is soft. Every other thing is hard and strong. “Is that all you’ve got?” He teases. Squeezing my mouth, I apply pressure with my fists. Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’

Bound side by side, legs free but thighs parted instinctive. "Blindfolds next." He used two more scarves, tying them over their eyes, world going dark for them. Helpless, exposed. His cock hardened full in his pants, tenting obvious. "Good sluts. Daddy's gonna play." He stripped slow, shirt off revealing his tattooed chest, pants dropping to free his thick shaft. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. From the nightstand, he pulled a bag—toys he'd hidden, bought online weeks ago, anticipating this twisted path.

But the way Knives looked at me, you would think he just won the jackpot. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, his whiskey voice making me shiver in delight. “Your wish is my command...” He stood and, without hesitating, he took off his T-shirt. And for once, I didn’t look away, but instead, I took in everything he had to offer. His tattoos were gorgeous. Most of them were skulls, knives, and motorcycles, but I also liked the angles and the roses. They all melted together and perfectly led from one act to the next, telling the story of a boy who became an MC VP. And of course, the centerpiece was the snarling wolf and the moon, with the name of his club.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

She bore the epitome of stubborn, just like the woman before me. I'm some ways, the blindfold was just my way to reiterating the truth I'd already known. That she couldn't be Belle, that Belle was dead. What bothered me was the fact that she'd dare to have such a unnerving resemblance to the woman I loved, so in retrospect the blind fold was also her punishment. "What?" I raised a brow. "Pardon?" " I asked what do you want? " She repeats, her voice high and squeaky as if she was trying to be brave. She might have been, but rapid thumping of her heart gave it all away. "You're creeping me out by just staring. "