Creative Morse Code Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

All I know is that he fell asleep after putting everything he had into me. Yes, the lovemaking felt very different from usual. It was just me and Satya, no cameras or other people. I could still feel the liquid from our lovemaking running down my groin, probably wetting our bedding as well. Oh, it's so hard to compare the difference with the sweat on the white sheets. "I just saw this." With no need to mask my curiosity, I pointed at the engraved knitting. "You don't usually add tattoo like this." I guessed that the row of symbols might be a code that formed letters. A name? A place? A date? Aren't things like measuring memories in the form of tattoos trending these days?

It was a really strange piece of work but it also looked quite attractive at the same time. On top of the tattoo, there was an edge of the sphere that resembled the waning moon and started downwards with a series of vice-like lines that possibly looked like vines or serpents and in the middle part of it was shaped into something like a two-tray scale and ends with something in the form of a fire-like sketch. It was a very odd combo. I reasoned out that maybe the serpent and balance represented lies and justice, but the moon and fire made no sense. “Did I ever mention that you look very cute when you’re face is scrunched up with confusion?” A rick velvety voice speaks up beside me and I whip

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’ Why would that be the best place to be? “Why are your tattoos sad?” I question, kneading his precious spinous process. “They’re not all sad. Different seasons of my life…” “Were you sad in the past?” He shrugs, a leisurely smile playing on his lips. Another tattoo beneath his neck: ‘Psalm 139:14’ “You’ve got a Bible scripture,” I note out loud. “See. Not all of them are sad. I’ve got two of those.”

His six packs and muscular arms were perfect for his torso. The tattoos were splattered on his chest, the one that has the M symbol with a crown on it, has some words written on it. He turned around to drop the bottle, and that made me see the tattoo on his back. It was a tattoo of a large bird flying away from an arrow directed to it. He turned to face me back as he leaned back on the fridge, then I looked up to his face. I looked away but something caught my eyes. I saw those words clearly. Broken. I have a feeling every words and shapes that was tattooed on his skin has a deeper meaning attached to it. But two of those tattoos got me thinking. The M symbol with the crown on it and the wo

I see the Kanji symbol, its line is like the sun on his back. "That's the tattoo? Seriously? I don't want it." I said and shook my head I don't want that tattoo because it's so ugly! "Me too, I don't want it." Augustin said as he touched the symbol on Hideo's back. "That's all Daddy Morfeo!" Hideo said as he faced us again.

“Oh my Goddess, yes, we so should.” Otto wanted to run his hand down his face, as his friends would. He doubted that he would be the last wolf to have wondered what had happened to Nora since no one had heard from her. He had a tattoo on his right shoulder, a Moon Lotus flower. He had it done two years after he couldn’t find her; he had noticed she used to draw them in the margin of her notebooks. He asked her once what it was for she told him it was a pack tradtion it was to allow the Goddess to see that these who marked their work with is to see that they had learned her teachings. He had it done to show the Goddess he had learned from his mistakes and the pain that he had caused. Instead,

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

"This is so beautiful, Mildred. You two are fast. I remember how long it took Karim and I to mark each other.” "I am fast," I replied. Matilda stared with incomprehension at the still, sore, jet-black picture of evergreen trees with a full moon behind them until Laika explained what it was to her. "No wonder you have been reeking of Morpheus lately," Matilda agreed. To humans, it would look like a tattoo, but when Morpheus touches it, tingles erupt through my entire body, and my heart swells with love. This mark was there to tell every other male that I belong to Morpheus, and he belongs to me.

"Be nice. He was just doing what you said." "Yeah, but I was doing something a whole lot more important." Thomas rubbed a hand over his head as a tiny glint of sunlight highlighted the tattoo on his upper arm and shoulder. Instinctively, I smoothed a finger over the intricate design. "What does this mean?" Thomas flexed his bicep, glancing at the tattoo. "Which one? I picked three Greek symbols and combined 'em." "What's this one?" I ran my finger around the dark circular pattern. Goosebumps rushed over his arm as he stared at my lips. "Strength."