Brittney Griner Tattoos Novels & Stories

Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are. The tattoo was inspired by Talitha. She got a tattoo of a snake shedding its skin with a tiny butterfly next to it. I loved it. The work was implacable, I couldn't draw my eyes away from it, it was us. I wanted my own so I got the same tattoo on the side of my waist, right below my ribs on the tight. Mine is the opposite, a snake is wrapped around the butterfly playfully with a the quote, "Evil and good both win." That was two years ago. Adrian likes that tattoo the most, he adorns it with his mouth every time he has me bound to his bed, he likes it. He joked he would get my name on him but as much as I want my name on him

Even that was graceful. I had a lot of questions and I wasn't sure where to start from without sounding rude. “Well, Sierra has always been like that. I hear they dated for a while though,” I said to Kaitlyn who scoffed as she began to undress. There was a huge tattoo that covered her back, pure black ink that contrasted her pale skin beautifully. So beautifully that I gasped in awe. “Oh! I beg your pardon, I forget that most wolves our age are not inked like me,” Kaitlyn said as she pulled on a robe that looked like it cost an arm.

I asked again. "Here's a tip to confirm if it was indeed Grantt during our first encounter. They said Grantt doesn't have a tattoo on his back, while Greel does. At that time, Grantt had a fake tattoo to mimic Greel. When you get the chance, check if Grantt has a tattoo on his back or not. If he doesn't, then everything I told you is correct," Jud added. Check? No need; he was willing to show me everything, anyway!

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

Sable Brant walked up to me and scooped me into his arms. He carried me to a garden and gently laid me down on the soft grass. “My little bunny…” he whispered in my ear, then sucked the tip of it. I moaned. He knew exactly how sensitive I was there. In what felt like a blink, our clothes were gone, and Brant was positioning himself at my entrance, his cock teasingly brushing against my pussy. His eyes moved to my chest—his name tattooed there caught his gaze, inked across my breast. He looked up at me, then down again, spotting it on my neck, where his name was inked once more… and when he turned me over, there it was on my butt cheek too, bold and clear—his name, staring back at him from my

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

Perhaps the recent events were showing her a rather depressing answer. She just smiled down at the eagle tattoo that she had on her right wrist. It had the savanna skyline wrapped around like the band, while the eagle head was in the center. The lion tattoo on Gryphon’s arm did survive long enough for it to show properly, and she hoped for it to stay as long as it would. Ten years more… and perhaps, along with their wedding vows, they could retouch their wedding tattoos.