Brittney Griner Tattoos Novels & Stories

It was clean, soft, and pink, with a small berry tattoo on one side that carried a mix of sensuality and innocence. She touched it gently. Beneath the tattoo, the scar tissue was unmistakable. Visually, the mark was hidden, but anyone who touched it would know she had been injured there. Lost in thought, she barely noticed when the door suddenly swung open. Brett Vander, back from an evening of socializing, hadn't drunk much. But when he saw where her hand rested, a surge of heat rushed through him. He tossed his jacket aside and pushed his way onto the bed. "So desperate you're doing it yourself?" he teased.

the gay manager ask, me and Mel looked at each other and we look at the manager with curiosity i don't want to say that I'm a member my self it's to risky what if she's part of the enemy team? Then when the gay manager realize it she turn her back at us and rase her shirt up, then we saw her tattoo code on his back near his left waist, i chuckled and I bravely pointed my waist were my tattoo code is she even gasping and was shock to see it yes others was hiding there tattoo code but not me. "Damn your suspicious of me ms.Brittany but you have the tattoo code on your wrist, it's like from King Shun that has Tattoo code on her neck near her ear, wow" everyone nodded, and I smile.

Thierry's eyes widened in surprise; he choked up with what he was seeing. A perfect round breast with sticking out, hardened nipples, and a well-shaped Pinky pussy, which was adored by a beautiful butterfly tattoo. Her navel was sexily pierced, with another star tattoo running down to her abdomen. "Gracious Lord!" He yowled out as his mouth couldn't contain the sight. "Do you want me?" He asked with a coaky voice. "Yes, Master!" She replied sexily as she swirled sluggishly, revealing her might, big butts.

If I could survive to love him. I didn't know that he had been hurt before. Now I knew why he was always quiet when I had an episode. He knew. He knew exactly how it felt to want to be left alone. "His tattoos tells his whole life story, Nicolette. Some people wiped their hurtful memory. But Brenton kept them inked on his body. He would never let himself forget about Gwen." She continued.

She’s watching me, her eyes dark with both desire and amusement. I smirk up at her. “Last chance, Angel. My name’s going on now.” I give her one more opportunity to back out, to change her mind, but she doesn’t. She just stares at me, waiting, her silence louder than any words. So I lower the gun to the left side of her bikini line and begin tattooing Grayson. The strokes are deliberate, steady. Each letter marks her as mine in the most permanent way possible. There’s no going back from this. She’s mine, completely and irrevocably.

Between them, in elegant black script, sat the tattoo: CW His striking glassy gray eyes darkened as he stared. “There’s another one,” I said, voice turning low and teasing. “On my hip bone. Want to see that too?” He nodded once. I stood, unzipped the prison trousers, and nudged them down just enough to reveal the smooth skin of my hip. The second tattoo read CROWE in the same beautiful lettering, right above the delicate line of my v-cut. “I can’t see it properly,” Ryker murmured, his voice dropping. “Come closer.”

My hips bucked involuntarily, trying to jerk away, but he pressed down harder with his free hand, pinning my thigh to the table. Cristian didn't even look up at first, his face a mask of bored concentration, sweat beading on his forehead under the harsh fluorescent light. The tattoo gun whirred on, dipping into a pot of black ink before plunging back into my skin. “Relax, little bird,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, laced with that mocking edge he always had. “I'm just marking my territory. The next bastard who gets his hands on you—or should I say, his cock in you—will know you were mine first. See this? It's my signature, right on your dick. A little reminder that I broke you in.

she muttered. He raised it up to his chest, revealing a tat that looked like Asian writing. “Nice ink,” she breathed out as she sat up a bit more to get the best view of him. “What does it mean?” He shrugged. “Maybe someday I will tell you, bossy girl.” He then lifted the shirt higher. She caught writing on his arms. “Wait…. Keep your arms up. Greer rolled his eyes, but he did it. Under one arm was the inked words Strength & Honor. She gazed at the other. Enlightenment. What an odd thing for a man to have as a tattoo. “Damn…” Her panties just got wet as her breathing picked up.

Just packed his tray and disappeared like smoke. A few minutes later, a new artist appeared—a woman with short pink hair, arms covered in gorgeous inked flowers, and a smile that instantly made me relax. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said warmly. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.” I smiled back, some of the tension melting. Grant, however, was still all business. “I already picked the font,” he told her. “Just Daddy’s, italicized. Red ink.” The woman nodded as she started prepping her station. My pulse fluttered in my throat when I realized what the tattoo would say and what it meant.

Tessa says, honestly, that she feels like her crazy pregnancy hormones are making her look like a bitch right now. "My childhood friend has changed," Hardin whispers in a small but still audible whisper to Tessa. "What do you mean?" Tessa knits her eyebrows together as she's confused by Hardin's words. Hardin pulls up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals the scar that Tessa once discussed. Not only that, Hardin also takes off his shirt, revealing the tribal tattoo that runs down his muscles to his shoulder. Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot.