Female Small Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

Stacy kept up a running conversation about nothing in particular to keep Angel's mind off of the little pain she was inflicting in order to stamp my name and ownership on her body. I kept one hand in hers while playing with her hair with the other; my eyes on the needle as it moved in short meticulous progress across her flesh. Three hours later we were done and my baby was sporting a brand-new tattoo right across her Mons; it said simply Colton Lyon's on top with a butterfly that covered both labia majora in the same color scheme as her angel wings. With the clit piercing in the middle it was fucking hot and my mouth watered at the sight of it. Stacy gave her a mirror to look at it and she

Grabbing the hem of my hoodie, I threw it over her head and let my eyes feast on her beautiful body, her slightly tanned skin glistening in the moonlight and decorated with black ink similar to mine. Eight tattoos, she had told me. The first one I had already seen before was on her right upper arm, a wolf standing over a half moon, howling. I knew there was an infinity made of flowers on the inside of her right wrist. I found the next on her sternum, another half moon but with a sword piercing through it. But what took my breath away was the intricate flowers and branches beneath her left breast that stretched up all the way to her back. There were two birds sitting amidst those bloomed flow

When the midwife lifted her, the room fell into a terrified hush. The girl was small, but it was not her size that stopped the hearts of those in the room. It was her skin. On her chest, directly over her heart, and across the span of her tiny back, symbols were etched into her flesh. They were not birthmarks; they were brands, glowing with a faint, amber luminescence that pulsed in time with the lightning outside. On her chest, the sign of the crab—♋. Across her back, two interlinked circles—⚯.

She beamed proudly as I took it in. "A cannon." I chuckled, shaking my head. "A little on the nose, don't you think?" "But what else?" She ran her fingers over it. The tattoo was about three inches wide, pretty large considering the region serving as its canvas. In neatly etched lines was a civil war style cannon, complete with a pair of cannonballs resting by the wheels. The fuse was ablaze; that and the burst of fire spitting from its mouth were the only sources of color. "I tought I taw a pussy tat," she quipped lamely, though at least had the grace to look embarrassed about the attempt. "So do you like it?"

Dean squinted down at the tiny rose tattoo he was inking, trying to keep the detailing as delicate as possible. The girl was jumping around, though, making it a challenge, to say the least. “Hey,” she said. “It hurts.” “Yeah,” Dean said. “I warned you about that, remember? You wanted it right on the breastbone – not much flesh or muscle to absorb the impact of the needle. But I’m almost done, OK? Maybe you need a break?”

Once again she trails a hand on his chest, tracing the outline of the tattoo, it's now that her eyes find something different with the tattoo, there is a letter 'S' tattoed in a calligraphical manner instead of the original stem, you wouldn't realise its a letter instead of the actual stem of the flower since whoever tattoed this had made a damn good job of concealing it from wandering eyes. She trails the letter, wondering its meaning. Did the S stand for her name?. Shevimmediately squashes that thought from her mind, let's not get that ahead of ourselves here. Damien watched as Serenity trailed a finger over his rose tattoo, her hand drew a 'S' like pattern where the stem was supposed to b

"...With so many people missing from there, didn't anything happen?" A sweet young girl floated in the tank, as quiet as if she were in a deep sleep. Her long hair covered her body, and her slender limbs were tender and fragile. On her butterfly-like shoulder blade was tattooed the black mark of the Light of the Gods, along with a cold number. NO. 226

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.

What she said was still ringing in my head. He had a tattoo of a crest on his back and another of three spades on the skin at his lower back directly above his left butt cheek. I was never into bad boys. I didn't like their vibe or the energy around them. I could live with a bike or a small tattoo but not the ones Jane described or the piercing in his left nipple. I mean, who in their right mind pierces their nipple? I couldn't fathom how someone as sweet, good, and adorable as Nancy could have a grandkid like that.

Alice went all red with embarrassment. Her cheeks blushed, going completely out of her control. She focused on the tattoo and immediately went pale seeing that. The tattoo was a bit above his left chest. Did he make it there so that it is always close to his heart? Alice thought and that thought pinched her. The tattoo was a big love sign and “A” was written on top corner and there was another small love sign and then “J” was written at the bottom. It was a beautiful piece of art.