Chicano Back Tattoo Lettering Novels & Stories

He thought again, "sinuous, dangerous and supremely sexual." One tattoo in particular was prominent and drew the eye; it was a bright red "slut stamp" very low on her lower back that was repeated low on her belly, just above the pubic mound. It said, in both locations, "Candy Slut to Paulo Zero." The words of the tattoo were in a pre-Columbian language that Barnes would never have a hint of. In addition, like a Bay area poster from the psychedelic era the tat's lettering was very stylized, even if it was in English it would be near impossible to read. Some English word fragments were visible in the edging and lines of the distorted shapes. Incorporated into the tat were sexual images and tri

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

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

I risk a glance at the man again, and I almost drop dead when I see the Roman numeral seven tattooed on the back of his neck. It’s the same number. From my visions!