Easy Hourglass Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

A tattoo—small but intricate—etched just below my skin. The infinity symbol, its delicate lines looping and intertwining seamlessly, radiated a sense of endless continuity. It was beautiful but haunting. A chill ran down my spine as I lightly traced the design with my fingers. My skin tingled at the touch, as if the mark carried some latent energy.

Jonathan moaned softly, his hips lifting slightly as the cool ink touched his warm skin. “It feels good,” he whispered. I smiled under the mask and kept going. I drew a small possessive symbol right next to his cock, then moved higher and wrote “Mine” across his left chest, near his heart. I made sure the brush strokes were slow and teasing. I leaned down and licked his nipple while I painted, sucking on it until he was squirming. “Stay still,” I warned, but my voice was rough with lust. I moved between his legs again and lifted them up. I spread his ass cheeks and started drawing another small mark right above his hole. It was a simple “W” that only I would see when I fucked him.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

Ray told her we could go after breakfast & she turned from a still sleepy little angel to the wild, energetic spit fire I had met the day before. After we ate Ray & I got dressed while Heidi rushed us along, eager to get to her friend. Ray told me that I needed to wear my crown, & though I didn't want to be so formal, I obliged. Turns out that getting ready whilst creating a pup is exhausting, & trying to maneuver with a protruding pup bump is actually quite difficult. As I prepared myself for the day I couldn't help but to notice the intricate marking that sat on the crease of my neck. It was a beautiful marking of the moon phases in pearl white, with a royal blue hour glass that sat infron

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

she observed me. I pulled up a chair, sitting down across from her while I waited for Josh to finish the sketch of her tattoo. Focusing my attention on her face. her brown eyes, which I adored, her sharp, slightly upturned nose, and her lips that looked as if they had been drawn, every delicate detail formed a set that bordered on perfection. " I just wanted to surprise you," I shrugged. " And now may I know what it is? " she asked. " All the phases of the moon," I leaned toward her a little, running my finger along the line of her right shoulder, running it all the way up to her neck, feeling her soft skin, "right here.”

Maybe I like having her up here too much. All I have left to ink is the top and bottom parts of the design. One skeletal hand will swirl over her shoulder and settle on her breast. The other will wrap around the top of her ass, resting on one bronzed cheek. I'm excited to begin on the end but that also means our time is almost up.

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

Noah nods and approaches the guy. We take seats on a large sofa that the boy keeps here while he turns on the air conditioning and a little music while he starts to draw. The boy is quite professional in his work without paying too much attention to the conversation we are making. Finally, he approaches us with his sketchbook, revealing the wolf design in a linear format. "We'll add shadows and details like the ones they have here, but this is the basic design." Turning the page, he shows the enhanced version. Noah praises, "Damn, man, you've nailed it! It's so impressive, it's making me want to touch up my tattoo!" The boy chuckles at Noah's remark.

I took a small step closer without deciding to. My eyes moved across his shoulders and then I saw it. On his back, centered and clearly the most carefully rendered of everything there. A woman beneath a full moon, a veil drifting from her in a wind that only existed in the image, her hands reaching toward something or someone just beyond the edge of the ink. The detail in it was extraordinary. The veil rendered in fine lines that caught the morning light differently from the rest of the work, the figure beneath it given presence without a face, the moon above her enormous and full and casting a light that existed only within the frame of the tattoo.