Cherry Blossom Tree Tattoo Back Novels & Stories

His pleasurable moan as he spills into me shoots desire to my own lower core. “Evelyn…I….” His breathing is sharp as he pulls me back to him, tasting his own remnants on my lips. “Ssshh…we should head back…” I smile gently at him, letting him know words aren’t necessary at this very moment. He stands walking around me, giving me a full display of his well built ass. The tattoo on his back is never hard to miss, it covers from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, back rib to back rib. I’m still not sure it’s an angel or an eagle, it’s seems to be a mixture, but what does catch my eye is the name under one of the wings.

He didn't seem to notice my little show though, but his gaze often settled on me. We finally settled on a design; a beautiful, delicate tattoo of a phoenix feather that curled and twisted into the shape of a blooming rose. It was perfect. The phoenix, a symbol of rebirth and transformation, and the rose, a symbol of beauty and growth. "It’s beautiful," I breathed, my eyes wide. "I love it." He smiled. "Good. Now, where do you want it? The location is important. It can make or break the design." I had no idea. "Where's the least painful area?" I asked sheepishly.

It was beautiful and so captivatingly dangerous. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, and my breath caught. There was another tattoo high on his chest, near his collarbone. It looked like writing in a language I didn’t understand—maybe Russian—all sharp, elegant lines. But the most striking one was on his back. It wasn't fully visible; a large portion of it, running down his spine, was covered by what looked like… newer skin? It was smoother, shinier, as if it had been sealed over on purpose. The parts I could see were dark and complex, like the edges of a massive, hidden wing or a broken symbol. The mystery of it made me desperately curious. What tattoo did he have on his back and why d

He touched it, and it came to life… “This is the symbol of the Rainforest Rose… the flower that means sexual love…” He said huskily while kissing the symbol, which looked close enough to a rose. “This one, over here…” He caressed the pattern he drew across my breasts. The pattern looked like cherry blossoms. “It is the singing blossoms, the symbols of joy…” He kissed the lines of the pattern, making me gasp. “Then over here, we have the MoonPetal flower…” He tried a small symbol over my heart, bringing it to life. “You already know what it means,” he sighed, tenderly kissing it.

The last thing I needed was another confrontation or opportunity for him to demonstrate his contempt for me in front of a guest. "Do you think this will fit?" I lifted my eyes from the crisp white shirt I was holding, only to find myself staring directly at Thaddeus’ bare torso. My breathing quickened involuntarily and heat flood through my entire body as I took in the sight before me. The tattoo I'd glimpsed earlier was now fully visible - an elaborate design that extended from the base of his neck down to the middle of his well-defined chest. The artwork appeared to be stylized tree branches rendered in black ink, delicate and artistic, with small leaves and what looked like birds nestled

she yells back, then pulls away from the curb. I watch her taillights disappear down the empty street, my stomach doing little flips. I’ve wanted this tattoo for months. A delicate vine of roses curling over my left hip bone. Something pretty and feminine and mine. Tonight feels perfect. The air is cool, the city quiet, and I’m finally doing it.

Alice rubbed her cheeks wondering if they were still red. There was an undertone of excitement in the air surrounding her. The plastic cherry blossom tree, with its pretty pink flowers, was looming above them, and for a brief moment, Alice wondered exactly how much paper would have been wasted for making this tree. It wasn't the most appropriate thought for the situation she was in, after all, she had just been kissed.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

I'd effortlessly paint her body and miss no single spot. My gaze trail up the array of roses that line her left leg. It's almost like a full garden, starting halfway up her hip, spreading as it ascends, scattering on the side of her left butt cheek where a little switchblade lies in a dark background. The tattoo continues above her waistline where the edges are a little finer, a little sharper and this time, there are thorns woven between each bloom, blood dripping down a few sharp tips. This addition ends just below her left breast, very close to her heart.

The marks crawl higher, winding up my arm in intricate patterns, like veins of living fire. When they reach my shoulder, the bloom dissolves into light and imprints itself into my skin. A tattoo of crimson petals blossoms across my shoulder blade. It is warm and alive with a pulse humming with the same rhythm as the heartbloom itself. Then, with a single deafening crack, the entire garden dissolves around me. The vines shatter. The thorns crumble. The maze collapses into dust. I stand alone on the clearing floor, panting, trembling, with an arm blazing with new power.