Easy Hourglass Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

With the tip of her index finger, slowly, deliberately, she began to draw on the glass. It wasn’t a recognizable shape. Not a heart, not a word. It was a curve. A single, long, sinuous, voluptuous curve. It started at the top, plunged into a deep, full loop, narrowed, then arched upward again, ending in a point that seemed suspended in mid-air. It was the antithesis of everything in the apartment. It was dirty, imperfect, temporary—condensation that would dry by dawn. It was deeply, undeniably sensual.

It might have been a fence, or a castle, or maybe just a random scribble by a four-year-old child. He yawned. His mouth opened wide, revealing his small baby teeth. His eyes narrowed in the yawn, with his eyelashes touching his lower eyelids. After the yawn, he rubbed his eyes, rubbing his fists against his eyelids a few times. Then he put his hands back on the low table and continued drawing. Jenny’s fingers released their grip on the low wall. Gravel particles fell from her palms and drifted away in the night breeze. Her palms bore the imprint of the gravel, with several shallow red scratches running across the palm lines, glimmering faintly under the streetlight.

"There's no way I look like that. You look like you're being castrated right now." "Here's a better representation," There's a short stick laying between us and I pick it up, drawing the shape of a human face on the beach sand. I start out by drawing out two 'o's as the eyes with curved brows at the top. A small triangle is drawn next to display his small but pointy nose, and then lastly, strike out a straight horizontal line as his mouth. Noah stares at the silly drawing on the sand that now looks like a hairless mutant and raises a curved brow. "It's missing both ears."

', Nishma thought As she felt puzzled She suddenly felt his fingertips making some pattern, like drawing 'S' shape. Nishma furrowed her brows. The next shape, Chase drew was a big 'O'. Nishma pursed her lips tightly and tried to understand the patterns he was drawing on her palm. The next, he drew two, back to back 'R' and lastly 'Y'. After learning about the patterns, Nishma opened her eyes abruptly. Chase didn't expect her to open her eyes this soon and looked at him like he grows to horns on his head.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

" Are you feeling good down there?" " I am," I peeked at my drawing. Inspecting the somehow horrifying image. Okay! To get this straight...I drew something which almost seemed to look like an eagle...it had wings so long that it occupied the entire space of the paper. The wings had symbols that I saw as designs. I made its eyes wide like that of an owl but its peak was like that of a raven. It was flying, and behind it, I drew a small moon at the corner of the paper, beneath the eagle's feet was a trace of reflecting water.

The small chip in his front tooth from a skateboarding accident at fourteen. The exact shade of his eyes, not quite black, but the darkest brown, like coffee without cream. "Almost done." Kev said, pulling me from my reverie. "You've been very still. That helps." I glanced down at my wrist, where the constellation was taking shape, five stars connected by delicate lines, forming the shape of a swan in flight. It was smaller than a credit card but perfect in its simplicity.

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

he whispered while roaming his hand across her big butts, which were clothed in a tight pantie. "Mr Josh!" One of the guards called out, and he snapped out of his act. "Oops! My bad. I'm sorry. "I was taken away by her lustful body." He complained and got to work. Picking up his mini tattoo machine, he sat down on a tall chair close to her and began his work. He began to draw the vipers logo on the left lap of her body, which is the body of a red shining snake with the name "vipers" in the belly spot of the snake; however, he decorated it with a touch of blue.

Then he put the pen down. My lips parted. "Azai." He looked at me. "You drew that?" He glanced down at the parchment. "Clearly." "That's..." I leaned closer. It was remarkable. The lines were controlled despite the shaking in his hands, and the strange symbol looked almost alive on the parchment. The center looked like an eye split by a narrow vertical line. A crescent curved around it without quite touching, while three sharp branches extended beneath the design like roots or claws. "You can draw."