Boyfriend Tattoo Ideas For Girlfriend Novels & Stories

he replied "prove me" I smiled while blushing he slowly slammed his lips on mine I too kissed him back he said "I want a baby with you" I replied "me too" he chuckled and said "then let me do my hardwork" I gave peck on his lips he slowly removed my top and asked "why you made this tattoo" I replied "I want you to stay with me only" he caressed my tattoo with his cold lips and asked by kissing it "is it a boy or girl" this possessive guy let me tease him I said "obviously the same guy who made tattoo to you" he bited my nipple hardly

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

the other girl giggled. Casey bottled up the anger inside her and she dropped her shopping bags in her car trunk. "Hey that's Casey, Zach ex girlfriend" a guy pointed at Casey. "She's beautiful" the other guy commented. "Nah, have you seen Zach's current girlfriend? she's an angel. She's so pretty that she doesn't need make-up but Casey depends on make-up. I wish I am the one dating that angel" the guy stated with dreamy eyes. Casey fumed and she entered her car, if she listen to one more whisper about her, she's sure that she'll lock that person in a cell forever.

“Still need a wife? What about me? Don’t be so strict about gender. Half a building is enough.” Lorenzo kicked him away. “Disgusting.” He swirled his glass, then remembered something. “By the way.” “What?” Forrest crawled back. “You changed your mind?” Lorenzo shot him a cold glance. “You have a friend who does tattoos, right?” “Yeah. You want a tattoo?” Forrest lit a cigarette for him. “But with your image, you should not get anything random. What do you want?” Lorenzo exhaled a thin stream of smoke. “Something exclusive.”

The sensation of her around me, combined with the sting of the tattoo, sends an overwhelming rush of pleasure through me. With each careful stroke of the needle, she traces a new design onto my chest. The symbol, unique and powerful, reflects the merging of our lives. Her concentration is intense, but I can see the love in her eyes, feel it in the way her body moves against mine. This mark isn’t just for the world to see; it’s a testament to us—our bond, our passion, our forever.

It looked perfect on her and thankfully it seemed to be the right choice. Angel’s eyes zeroed in on my newest tattoo that Uncle Dante designed. My brother had the same one. It was a bold choice, but we wanted her to know that she was going to be our choice whether or not there was a fated bond. It was a galaxy scene that morphed into an image of Angel’s beautiful face. ‘Angel – My Queen’ was written in calligraphy. “We had these done last week and are definitely our favorite tattoos,” I said, winking at her.

As he broke the kisses, he muttered,” I love you,” against our breaths. I smiled shyly on his remark and whispered,” I love you too.” I don’t know why but saying him I love you too was giving me a different kind of wings of really good dimensions. It was giving me that content and joy which was undescribeable. “Let me rub your body, now,” I said as I turn my body towards him and he turned over another side. That large eagle tattoo was all over starting from his wide shoulders to his slender back. “Why do you love tattoos?” I asked him.

“You know what? That’s all that matters.” “My name is Jude,” my boyfriend tells me. “That’s a nice name.” He lifts my hand and points to a tattoo on the inside of my wrist. “This is for you and me. J & J. Jo and Jude.” He shows me his wrist too. “I have one like it.” “Wow,” I mutter, tracing my finger on his tattoo. “It’s so pretty.” “Yes, and you are pretty too.” “I am?” He nods. “Very.”

“Hmmmm. Wait till they find out what you have been doing with me now then! Bet they no longer think you’re such a good boy after all…. How did we get onto the topic of us getting tattoos?” He chuckles harder, pleased with his bedroom antics, although I am most definitely glad he isn’t truly a good boy when it comes to that. “Because I now have an itching for a new one, thanks to you, and I need to find a good spot for ‘I love Sophie’ on my body.” He stretches out, dropping his fork and eyes me seriously, I roll my eyes, again. “Don’t you dare! Do you know how lame it is when girls get their boyfriends name tattooed on them? You would be worse than lame if you did it, worse than a lame girl.”