Bohemian Finger Tattoos Novels & Stories

He mutters ‘love you, bambino’ almost silently under his breath and I melt. I let my fingers trail his muscular arm, the light feathering of hair across that perfect olive skin, surprisingly light considering his dark hair and Italian coloring, but then he is overall not a particularly hairy man and the amount of time he spends in the sun probably bleaches away most of the darkness. I trace my fingers over the symbols tattooed along his arm almost reaching his wrist. A long straight row of black ink, possibly Arabic, maybe Buddhist and wonder at what they mean in the early dusk light. I have never asked him about his tattoos or the meaning of each, or why such a weakness for symbols and trib

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled. When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested. "Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."

He didn't bother with a shirt for himself, just sweatpants and a towel around his shoulders as he ran his fingers through his damp hair. Luciano lay on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other stretched across the sheets. I turned toward him and slowly reached for his hand, the one that still wore all those heavy silver rings. I ran my fingers over the ridges of them, tracing the edge of the one on his middle fingerz His fingers curled slightly around mine but didn't stop me. I moved from his rings to his skin. His tattoos were mostly black ink, bold but smooth beneath my fingertips, symbols and names and fragments of languages I didn't speak but still somehow understood. I traced

Maybe the gods think I look pretty this way. A gasp escaped me as I turned my neck to get a better view. My fingertips brushed against a beautifully intricate design that adorned my skin. It was a crescent moon, its delicate details awash in an array of enchanting blue shades. Stars, each unique, encircled the moon like constellations painted by a celestial artist. At the edge of the crescent, a pitch-black wolf stood, head thrown back as it howled at the moon. My mate’s initials are written below the mark.

Instantly the black and white scenario slowly reversed as all that were moulded returned to their flesh like form. Behind John was Pandora. The details were given as the camera's view rolled towards her. As Pete left the eyes of Medusa, she fell to her knees and instantly, Pandora raised her right hand up. Her garment from the right side was connected to her middle finger and formed a ring like design. This was until now discovered and was done to the left side of her garment and her finger. On her right finger, the tattoo of the box with multiple sigils was seen, it was presumed to be Pandora's box, although not been confirmed yet.

Her dark brown eyes were kind, Layla was mesmerized by them. Layla smiled, "I would like that too, very much so." Zoya happily clapped her hands together in approval. Layla noticed that the tips of her fingers, including her fingernails, were stained in a deep burnt orange. Against her gorgeous soft brown skin, the stain stood out. Along her fingers were intricate designs that looked like ivy weaving over her hands. Layla had never seen anything like it before. It was gorgeous.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

Stammering, as she was about to get up from the ground, I pulled her towards me, grabbing her arms. Her back met with the front of my body, our breath deepened as our bodies touched. Her long silky hair spread across my face, and I got lost in the fragrance as my fingers caressed her bare arms under her dupatta. My eyes were drawn to the star tattoo behind her ear once again, and I couldn't resist the urge to touch it. Slowly, my fingers inched closer, gently caressing the delicate ink. It was a beautiful tattoo, and ever since I laid eyes on it, my fingers had longed to feel its texture. Even though I had touched it last night, an instant desire to touch it again crossed my mind.