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Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to see him as my Jaden anymore. I unzip the thoughtfully placed side zipper and pull the dress up. I'm not trying to make it erotic or pretty. I don't have the energy for falsehoods, and I doubt Jaden would appreciate it anyway. The $1,500 worth of fabric falls to the floor, leaving me standing in a black lace ensemble. It's just the right amount of sheer and seductive without being overt. I always choose my lingerie carefully. Jaden's eyes scan my lace-covered breasts for a few seconds before trailing down to my stomach. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I've never had any issues with my body, and childbirth hasn't changed that. The only trace of childbirth is t

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.

"I didn't see it either... Wasn't she covering herself with a towel? Her figure is indeed good, though. Her waist is so slim! I envy her!" "You guys aren't married and don't have children, so you wouldn't understand. Abdominal scars are normally a result of a C-section. Ms. Taylor might have had a child," the female employee who noticed the scar explained. "I have a scar on my abdomen, too. Mine is a vertical incision, while Ms. Taylor's is horizontal." "Oh? Does our boss know about this?" "He definitely knows. They must have slept together. If they didn't, the boss wouldn't have brought her along."

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

A first step in removing her taint from his soul was to remove her name from his flesh. * * * Milli sat in the chair next to Lloyd, she seemed completely calm as the woman tattooist put filigree swirls and flowers over her cesarean scar. She had ‘Charlie’ and his birth date added in a looping scrolling script. Milli told the woman part of her story and the woman had opened up about all her struggles. Milli listened, and by the end, both were teary and hugging. The guy who owned the shop was finishing creating a tartan plaid on the ribbon to cover Antonia’s name. He smiled slightly as Milli followed the woman into another room to have her tattoo’s picture taken.

He pursed his lips and place the cigarette in his mouth then raised his shirt. “You see this mark; this is where I was cut open and a kidney was removed without my consent.” He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply and puffed out thick smoke that immediately filled the atmosphere. He the lifted the shirt higher, exposing another scar right in the middle of his chest. “And this one…” he continued, “this one is a mark of love, by you my dear Marcella. This is an eternal reminder of how hard I fought for your love, and I absolutely love it” he said and let out a devilish laugh. I scanned his chest, the scar emerged from a red heart tattooed in the middle of his chest such that the scar formed a

I didn't know why but my cheeks heat heat up. "Are you sure? " I asked he nodded letting out another groan of pain. I stood up and asked him to lie down on his bed which he did, I climbed on the bed trying to lay on his bed without forcing my weight on him, my hand slowly reach to the stitch, I gently placed my palm on it and got a bit distracted by the tattoo on the left side of his abdomen inked with the image of a phoenix, I looked away from his tattoo slowly bracing my right palm on the scar. "Does it hurt? " I ask not sparing him a glance. "No..." he replied in a husky tone, I went at a steady pace faster than usual. "Let me know if it hurts.." I said going a bit faster until I heard a

She didn't want anyone to know about that wound of hers that she didn't want to show to others, which was why she had the tattoo artist from the prison tattoo tens of centimetres of rose vine tattoos on it. Yet of course Valerio wouldn't listen to her so simply, the large hand pushing away to stubbornly follow the raised scar to her ear bone and then, again, until it stopped at her sternum, where he found the tattoo hid a dreadful scar that nearly disembowelled Zona in its entirety. Valerio narrowed his eyes slowly and released her, "That's disgusting, not interested" Zona lowers her eyes at him in embarrassment. No one knew that Valerio couldn't stop his hands from shaking after he turned h

The doctor stood in front of Matthew, and the atmosphere was so tense that even the wind that blew seemed to turn into knives. "Boss, Madam has given birth before, this scar is definitely a C-section scar, and the flesh on her belly is slightly softer than that of a girl of the same age, only after giving birth, the flesh on her belly will be slightly softer and not as firm, but it seems to me that Madam doesn't have this memory, so I guess it's because of something that happened halfway through the process. " After her words, she just felt that the man's scent was horrible.

Grabbing the front of her dress I pulled with such force that it tore open and her milky breasts with pebbled tips spilled out. "Ahh!" She cried out. And I heard Oliver knock on the door. "Dad! Are you trying to steal my mate? What's going on?" He demanded from the outside. His voice propelled me back to reality and my eyes fell on a distinctive scar above her pubic line. I instantly knew it was a mark of the C-section. "What's that?" I pointed and her eyes dipped. She was speechless for a second, her heart was pounding and I could clearly hear it.