Brittney Griner Tattoos Novels & Stories

Her back is turned to me and her body is hidden behind the glass, but the view from here is still enough to drive any man fucking insane. Any man? I want to strangle the life out of any man that’s ever seen this. The curve of that back. Her round, soft-looking ass. That tiny waist. Jesus Christ. That tattoo. Just when I think Brynn couldn’t possibly get any sexier, I’m proven wrong. She has a tattoo on her spine; tiny writings that I can’t make out, but I imagine staring at them when I fuck her from behind. God, the image that’s starting to form in my head nearly brings me to my climax and I haven’t even touched myself yet.

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

Jack said, letting go of my hand. I watched as they did the whole “bro” thing. I guess that’s universal? As Christian turned my eyes honed in on a massive … tattoo? It was kind of a silvery marking on his back. Like, his entire back. I wanted to touch it and not just because he was hot. It almost looked like paint. “The Goddess is good, what can I say? Christian this is our mate Grace,” Jack said, as I stuck out my hand. Christian looked at it, confused. He even took a step back as if I had cooties. He just said Jack was lucky, but he won’t come near me? My face immediately fell in offense.

Grace nearly dropped the soap. Scars, large and small, crossed his torso. She'd seen bullet scars before. There were two right next to each other under his left arm. She was so focused on the terrible scars that she barely noticed the black, abstract, curvilinear tattoos on his chest and shoulders. They were fierce, with what looked like stylized talons interwoven with curving, concentric whiplash curves. He was bruised almost black on his right side. More tattoos covered his wrists and elbows in precise, flowing patterns made up of repeating geometric shapes. The burn scar on his left hand was part of a larger burn that marred the tattoo right up to his elbow.

The small name patch stitched on the front of her leather read Siren. She was absolutely stunning to look at, but it was a lethal, dangerous kind of beauty that made my skin go cold. She was very tall, with fiery red hair tied back in a long, messy braid that hung down her shoulder, sharp green eyes that looked like broken glass, and deep curves that seemed poured directly into her tight leather riding clothes. Intricate, dark tattoos of crawling snakes and bright flames traveled all the way up her neck and covered both of her bare arms. She moved across the dirt with a slow, heavy grace, looking like a person who owned the very ground she walked on.

He had tied her hair high up on her head in order to bare her back. She knew, from the flashes of the images that she caught whenever he touched her, that the tattoo was of a griffin, with the body and tail feathers forming a line along her spine, and the wings fanning out over her shoulder blades. He spoke only minimally, when he needed her to adjust her position, or to caution her to be still. The music that played in the background did not disguise the ominous buzz of the tattoo gun as he worked.

But all of her sex came from one man though, so she was never a slut. One man ruined her. She drew her dress up from her lap, and on that lap, there's a skin-twin duct tape which has the exact shade of her skin. She removed the tape. Beneath the tape, sat a hidden tattoo. The tattoo: Wrath's Girl. Her tear fell on it, and she rested her head on the table, crying harder.

Dustin sneered. “Certainly not. If you tell me, I can leave one person alive, but if you don’t, I’m going to annihilate your entire family.” Brennan’s face turned grim, but in the end, he could only sigh. Then, he whispered, “I can tell you that the person who gave the orders that day was someone with a red spider lily tattoo on the back of his hand.” Dustin’s face froze. Some organizations used tattoos to mark their members. That was a very common thing.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

Then he gestured his hand towards our back. "I'm Thunder." Then she leaned on the wall. "I'm Boston." I took a glance at the guy who talked to Rhyme earlier. A tattooed man. He shifted his position, then he pointed his shoulder. He shoved his black shirt to show me his BRIT tattoo, the fifth that I saw in his skin based on my quick count as I scanned his arms. I was stunned after realizing that Rhyme also had that on his wrist. But the guy named Boston had it in his right arm and it was bigger. I nodded to myself.