Female Small Sternum Tattoo Novels & Stories

Marcus ordered. I did. Hand trembling, but I signed. The pen felt heavier than the collar around my neck. “Good girl.” Vesper took the papers and smiled. “Now the tattoos.” They laid me on the table. The artist they brought in was one of their own — silent, efficient, needles buzzing. First came the big one right over the brand: bold black letters spelling “COLLECTIVE CUM QUEEN” arched above my pussy. Then smaller marks on my inner thighs — “Free Use” on the left, “Breed Hole” on the right. A crown dripping cum right between my tits.

Why? He froze in his place... "Unless you can tell us about her birthday mark anything other than her face" Mrs leone said suddenly concerned.... The man standing in front of her is no doubt in love with his wife... So much in love that it hurts to see him shaking as if he is about to break down.. "I.. I cannot re-.. Oh no no yes yes. She.. She have a red spot on her right chest!!!!, and a dagger tatoo in her right thigh ,BRAVE written beside it" He said looking at the doctor....

She set her bag down and stood there, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her top. “So… tell me about the tattoo you’re thinking of,” I said, grabbing my sketchbook and trying to sound like the professional I was supposed to be. I flipped to a blank page, but my mind was already wandering. Lena bit her lower lip, then met my gaze directly. “I want something small and delicate. Maybe a tiny floral vine or a script… but the placement is important.” She hesitated, cheeks already turning a soft pink. “I want it right here.” Her hand moved slowly down her body, brushing just below her navel, then lower, along the sensitive crease where her thigh met her pelvis. “The most intimate spot. Hidden most

I wanted to retort, but my words got stuck as my eyes caught a trail of sweat moving down her neck to between her breasts. “Don't worry; you are at the right table.” I couldn't say anything, my eyes glued to the mini tattoo in her cleavage. And her breasts, of course. I couldn't say anything for a second. Not because of her invitation. Because of the tattoo. A small crescent moon inked just below her collarbone. Selena used to draw moons everywhere. On napkins. On notebooks. On my damn contracts when she thought I wasn't paying attention. My jaw tightened.

“A friend of mine has this place downtown. Temporary tattoo studio, like a flash session. They do those symbolic ones that last a few days. I booked it for tonight—right after you got home from the gym. It’s on your lower back, right where you hide everything. ‘Daddy’s Property.’ Big, bold letters, but they’re going to look like a real tattoo for now.” Emma’s breath caught, but she kept her back arched on the futon, legs spread wide by the padded restraints he had already unlocked and reattached. The thick silver plug shifted inside her with the motion, heavy and unremoved, pressing insistently against the back wall of her pussy. She could feel the fresh cum from the gym still leaking around

Present: We are now back in our UC mansion, which we won from a battle and also the largest mansion in here. "Dude, I found some information about the girl with the tattoo on her face, it's just a bit of information but it might help a little, I admit I had a hard time getting it." Raynel said, holding out a black folder. I took it and read through it. Name: Unkown Age: 20 (estimated age) Code Name: Violet Gender: Female Identification: She has a tattoo on the left side of her face. A tribal tattoo. (Obviously)

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.

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.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

It made Denny take note mentally to ask him about it later. "She has a broad forehead, pointed cheeks, and flat chin; I think she has a square face with her chiseled jaw. She also has a colorful tattoo of a broken, bleeding heart on her left wrist. And she smokes like a non-stop train." The guy had to pause. He felt fear as deep as he dived into his memory about this woman, Lady Red.