Brittney Griner Tattoos Novels & Stories

Grace long to explore it, but she respected Xan's wishes. “Grace, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” Xan said coming up behind her and putting his hands around her waist. Xan softly kissed the side of Grace's neck where her Gang mark was. The mark was a Phoenix and a Lion rearing on its hind legs with a harp in between them. All three gangs are represented in a beautiful coat of arms style tattoo. Xan had repeatedly told her that she did not need to have it on her neck, but Grace wanted to show who she finally was. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but it was something that Grace truly wanted to do and her family could not be prouder.

The way she has currently revealed everything I needed to see. Her round, firm breasts, her fresh stomach down to the V shape of her pussy down to her long, tanned legs. Her nails were polished hotly. It was red. She had three tiny belts strapped around her right thighs. I licked my lips. I stared up at her chest and my eyes caught a glimpse of something. It looks like a tattoo. She pulled her long hair backward just to give me a full look at it. It was a butterfly. It was painted in different colors.

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.

The bell above the tattoo shop door jingled as I pushed it open, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d been thinking about this for months — finally getting ink on my breasts, something delicate and feminine to reclaim my body after a shitty breakup. The shop was called Ink & Skin, tucked into a quiet corner of the city with blacked-out windows and neon signs that hummed faintly. It was late afternoon, and the place was empty except for the artist behind the counter.

My gaze is now directed to the large screen that hung in every corner of the arena to examine the details of her image. Her tattoo has strange details on it. "It's her." Raynel said next to me. I was too preoccupied with her to notice Raynel creeping up beside me. Isn't it obvious? "Stating the obvious, Orc?" “In case you didn't know.” He shot back. I brushed him off and returned to my seat. The metal door open and I didn't need to turn to see who it was. Raynel and Seth both took their seats back. Raynel whistled as he settled down. "Whew, she's hot."

He removed her nightgown and then reached for her panties, his hands trembling slightly. Britney’s eyes opened, watching him with a smoldering gaze. She could see the veins flexing under his shirt, the tightness of his strong muscles making the tattoo on his arm more pronounced. She wondered what the story behind it was, imagining a night when he would tell her everything. “Lornado,” she whispered, her voice thick with longing. “Please, fuck me."

“I have a surprise for you and it’s hiding under the panties.” Creighton’s eyes lit up as he reached for the elastic band, raising an eyebrow at her. Sandra’s blush deepened as she nodded, and he slowly pulled them off her body. His hands froze, looking at the hidden message, smiling at her brightly. Chang moved in to snap a few additional photos, while Creighton stared, speechlessly at her hairless body. In dark sapphire blue ink, just above the slit of her labia, CWA was tattooed across her pubic area, a pair of handcuffs connected the first and last letters. Creighton looked into her face with awe…she had branded herself as his, forever.

“You pigs! How dare you violate my sister’s privacy like this? That was love, real love! You can’t destroy them like this!” Gabby stepped forward, voice flat. “You’re saying that’s Sareena? Then can you explain the missing tattoos on her right side? The one on her left arm? Or the missing piercing? The voice on the recording sounds exactly like yours.” She then turns to her Uncle Luca. “Zio, Sareena has a large tattoo from her ribs to her hip. It is an anagram. If you look at it from the front, it says: Faith, but if you look at it from the back it says: Hope. Then she has a small anagram on her left forearm. It says: Family and Love.”

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.

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.