Cute Stingray Tattoo Novels & Stories

Between them, in elegant black script, sat the tattoo: CW His striking glassy gray eyes darkened as he stared. “There’s another one,” I said, voice turning low and teasing. “On my hip bone. Want to see that too?” He nodded once. I stood, unzipped the prison trousers, and nudged them down just enough to reveal the smooth skin of my hip. The second tattoo read CROWE in the same beautiful lettering, right above the delicate line of my v-cut. “I can’t see it properly,” Ryker murmured, his voice dropping. “Come closer.”

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

Before proceeding to slap a hand on Reigh’s shoulder when the artist stepped back for an ink refill. Reigh grunted in pain, “Dick.” And Taide laughed. The artist returned and I leaned closer to see the tattoo, my amazement made my eyes go wide—the half-drawn art of deep black angel wings covered the upper side of his back. I grimaced as the needle came down on his skin, drawing blood. “Is the needle made of silver?” I asked. The tattoo artist, Taide, and Reigh said “Yes. ” At the same time, and I physically winced.

"You'd think I slaughtered a village with the way you're looking at me. Wait till you see the one I got on my coochie." Stormie gasped. "You better be kidding." I shrugged. I was kidding of course. I didn't have a piercing down there but I did have a cute little panda tattoo. "You were saying something about going somewhere." She beamed pulling me with her. I tried to hold my ground but she had gotten stronger somehow. "Let's go." She said briskly. "We have a boat to catch."

God help me. My gaze dropped again before I could stop it. Right to the tattoo stretched across Adrian’s chest. It was a Roman lion. Up close, it looked even more detailed. Dark ink curved sharply against bronzed skin, disappearing slightly beneath his shoulder and wrapping across hard muscle in a way that honestly felt unfairly attractive. My fingers moved before my brain approved the decision. I touched it lightly. Adrian went very still beneath my hand. “This,” I murmured softly, tracing the edge carefully with my fingertip, “looks expensive.”

Then he walks around the car to slide in behind the wheel. "Nice tattoo you got there ... if one above the ass is a tramp stamp, what is that one called". My eyes rest on the drawing that starts between her breasts and spreads out into a beautiful rose under them. She lets her fingers slide down over the tattoo. "It's a 'I'm a bad ass bitch stamp'" "Well the bitch part fits perfectly". I can't stop staring at her fingers caressing her skin. Damn no doubt she has the upper hand right now. My body is almost unable to contain the desire.

And then I noticed a snake tattoo, elegantly etched onto his body. He got tattoos? Lucian isn’t a fan of tattoos. The black snake tattoo on his shoulder was truly a work of art. The texture of the snake's skin seemed to leap off his shoulder, giving it a lifelike appearance. The snake's eyes were particularly captivating, as they were jet black and seemed to stare right into your soul. Its gaze was intense and piercing, adding to the overall power and presence of the tattoo. Moving down his arm, another striking tattoo caught my eye. A beautiful rose adorned his skin, with delicate petals and intricate shading. The colours used were a mix of vibrant reds and soft pinks, giving the rose a lif

I was sure that before long, my mental cartography of her many vividly colored tattoos would be more or less mapped out. So far, I knew that her two full-sleeve ones were nautical-themed. Her right arm was enveloped by two gorgeously depicted sea creatures. While her left one showed a stormy seafaring scene with a grand sailing ship as its centerpiece. The several smaller pieces that covered her legs were far less uniform. Her thighs, shins, calves and even knees showcased: red roses on thorny vines, a flower-crowned skull, a couple of origami birds, fluffy clouds, a blackhole swallowing up planets, starry galaxies, an incredibly intricate rocket ship. Honestly, I wasn't even confident that

The conch was colorful. It was a rare species. Winston tapped open the comment section. "That's a Triton's trumpet, isn't it? It's so pretty!" "Can't believe you're so punk, love it!" "Why did you get a tattoo here? Was it to cover a scar?" Under this comment, Megan replied with a simple "Yes." Seeing this interaction, Winston saved the image and enlarged it. It was a rather gruesome scar. It was covered well with the skill of that tattoo artist. However, the shape of the protruding flesh resembled a word.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.