Cherry Blossom Tree Tattoo Back Novels & Stories

He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled. When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested. "Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."

Miguel eyed the pair and grinned. "He better treat you well, sis," he said firmly, joining me in getting a cup of coffee. I noticed that he kept trying to itch his back. I bumped into his side and asked him what was going on. "My back is burning all over, it started in the shower," he said in irritation. "Turn around I'll take a look for you," I told him as I turned him to face away from me. I dipped my fingers into his waistband and pulled his t-shirt up over his back. My eyes widened at the white tree of life designed tattoo covering his entire brown back.

I’m starting to think I need medical intervention. “The tattoo’s almost done,” Knox says, giving me that knowing smile that means he can read every dirty thought crossing my face. “Want to see it?” I get up slowly, my legs still a little unsteady, and walk over to where he’s lying. When I’m close enough to see his back clearly, I stop short. Spread across the entire width of his back, rendered in bold black ink, is a large bunny. Complete with long ears and everything. This isn’t what I expected at all.

Gerald grunted before stepping out of the tent. I pulled myself off the recliner and glanced around the tent. Situated in the corner was an old antique mirror, the kind that could turn and flip. I supposed some things didn’t change. I approached the mirror with my hands firmly clasped over my chest and turned. My jaw dropped to the floor as I took in the image on my back. I had thought the tattoo would be small, or at least small enough to be unassuming. I had expected a tattoo that sat just below my shoulder, but this had exceeded all of my expectations. Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix.

Her fingers tweaked my puffy nipples as she got rid of the distance between our lips. What she was doing felt good, but my sex was screaming for her attention. I begged her to 'get on with the main show.' She lay on her tummy, between my legs. In her position, I could see an inverted view of the tree tattoo on her back. One whose branches were covered by multi-colored leaves, whose trunk was a tastefully depicted naked woman. Every pigment, every stroke was masterful, magnificent. It stung a bit, but I was spacing out my blinks. I was reluctant to miss even a fragment of a second. She widened the gap between my legs. She kissed the inner parts of my thighs. She then ran her tongue through th

He moved his hand to touch his breastbone beneath the muscular chest, caressing the exotic tattoo of the sakura flowers that intertwined and wrapped themselves around the word Snow that only he could read and understand. Mindlessly, he gazed at the tattoo he’d gotten nine months ago. It was a symbol of Sakura, of his Snow. He wanted to imprint her within his heart always and forever. Hence, every time he stared at the tattoo, he’d see her within his mind’s eye, and his heart would ache for her, for her love, for her warmth, for her kiss, for them to be together.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.”

she smiled widely at them as she rose from the foot of the tree where she sat. "I have a question though," it was the same kid from earlier who had asked who the Vampire King was. "What unique tattoo does he need to find?" "Oh," Dua chuckled, "I have a sample here." She rolled up her sleeve on her right arm, revealing a delicate jacaranda branch wrapping around the her right arm, with small, intricately designed flowers and leaves spreading towards her shoulder. The flowers are a vibrant purple hue, gradating from light lavender at the tips to deep plum near the branch. The branch itself is thin and curved, with tiny buds and leaves sprouting along its length.

She watched as Chase made a lean-to. He abandoned his shirt and Christine couldn't help admiring his sweat slicked body while he worked. To her utter amazement she discovered he had a tattoo of an eagle on his back. It seemed to be flying as his back muscles moved. "If you're done eye fucking me, could you please gather some of those palm leaves?" he said, mildly. Christine's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe her ears. "I did not - Ugh. I can't believe you just said that." She stomped off to get what he asked.