Female Small Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

My eyes trailed down her body, admiring the intricate tattoos that adorned her skin, each one telling a story of her strength and resilience. As I continued to trace the lines of her tattoos, my gaze fell upon a single name inked right below her left breast: Reynard. Reynard. It means male fox. She used to call me that when I called her my little fox. The sight of the tattoo stirred something deep within me. She had permanently marked herself with my name, a symbol of our connection that transcended time and distance. My heart ached with emotion, a mix of love and disbelief. She had tattooed it. She had carried me with her, even when we were apart. I reached out gently, my fingers tracing th

Her heart sped up a little. "Exactly," Sofia said, removing her t-shirt. Her breasts dangled freely, and Lisa saw that her nipples were indeed dark, almost black, about the size of store-bought chocolate cookies. She also had a belly button ring, and a small scar on her left abdomen. It looked surgical.

Her face was relaxed and she looked serene, the soft glow of the lamp on her bedside cast on her face like a filter. Fuck... She is beautiful. With how she was positioned on the bed, her shirt had slipped down a bit, revealing a bit of cleavage and I sighted the tattoo. The memory of her in that tattoo palour flashed through my head for a split second, I also caught a glimpse of the tattoo on the beach party day. But now, I could see it more clearly, it was a small wing and right below it, the word 'libre' was written in cursive.

The needle glided effortlessly over smooth caramel skin. Her thick thigh laid comfortably over the other; the bottom leg bent slightly. Soft legs turned into cute little feet. Manicured toes wiggled softly, nails painted a capri blue. A pink and blue floral sun dress was pulled up over wide hips, revealing powder blue laced underwear. Plump cleavage popped out of her black bra and dress. They rippled slightly as the tattoo gun continued it's work.

After wrapping up the wound, she tied a knot with the end of the bandages. "Errr." Justin grimaced as he frowned in pain. "Does it hurt?" She raised her eyes to look at him. "Yes." This time Justin did not deny it. It was indeed painful! Anne wrapped more lightly. Suddenly, in her sight, she saw his right collarbone. What was that? Why had she not seen it before? On his right collarbone, there was a tattoo with a wing, and there was a letter engraved on it. Although it was small, it was very clear. It was the letter "A".

Sofia could only imagine the pain he must have endured to get such a significant tattoo in that location. Overwhelmed by emotions, she looked up at Leonardo's face. He was watching her intently, biting his lip, and holding his breath, anxiously awaiting her reaction. With her heart pounding, she returned her gaze to the tattoo, tracing her finger gently over the beautifully curved letters of her name. The first 'S' was artfully curved at the bottom, forming a heart, while the last 'A' extended into the shape of a heartbeat. The design was exquisite, and Sofia couldn't help but feel deeply touched by this display of affection.

Barely an hour in, she had the first disturbance. Stan appeared, knocking gently on her table, his lean pink fingers came to view, she noticed a small heart tattoo on his thumb and she suddenly remembered a certain someone who had a back full of tattoos. She shook the thoughts away. "Hi." Stan smiled at her, she noticed his lip piercing had a jewelry on it this time. She managed a smile back. "HI." She responded removing her earphones. He sat down without asking, leaning back into the library chair and dropped his books on the table.

A small tiny woman with a petite figure covered all the space on the bed. "You aren't a guy you are old..." She was saying when her tongue came to halt. Azhan who was drowned in her angelic features looked at her quizzically when she caressed his skin right beside the should above his heart. His body went stiff when he realized she was staring at the tattoo of her name. Anna, written in italics. "When you made this?" Anna asked in a haze as she wasn't anymore affected by the fact that she was in his arms.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

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.