Foolish Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

Royals were forbidden to have them back when his kingdom stood tall. "Tell me more about the Fahara. " Sao asks eyes glued to it interrupting the tattooist speech about another tattoo. "...it uh... It ... Look kid, I've already said the... " "Tattoo is cursed or whatever. Why and how? " Sao pushes. The man looks at the others as if asking them to help him out but is only met by curious stares. He sighs then dramatically sits back where he was seated before the four walked in. And the four realize it may be a long story. They make themselves comfortable around him.

I simply barge in, equipped with goodies that can make a bent man straight. Goodies that keep every fucking person in the shop still. My fucking goodies are being hawked like a cheap toy. “I need a tattoo.” I step a heel on the chair, wide enough for them to get a good hint of my wet cunt. “All over,” my voice is a reckless moan. “And no, not with your pen.” The nasty smile starts creeping along my cheek. “With your rumored fat, dirty cock.”

A towering man, nearly two meters tall and built like a fortress of muscle, stepped into the room against the light. The moment Nathan saw him, his eyes lit up with glee. He hurried forward with an obsequious grin plastered on his face. “Mr. Morgan Williamson? Are you Mr. Williamson? Fantastic! “There’s a shameless fraud here pretending to be Mr. Brooke. Please, teach him a lesson—show him what happens to impostors! “Beat him to death for all I care. He has no parents and no background. He’s just a stray, despised by everyone.”

I frowned. "Where did you get that tattoo?"I asked. She looked down at it,smiling wistfully. "I had this tattoo done when I was young and stupid in high school.It was the first real rebellious act that I had done."she reminisced . She gave me a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. I nodded.Something seemed so familiar about it.But I couldn't quite place a finger on it. She let out a defeated sigh,Leaning back into the headboard.

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.

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

Sybil said. "Don't mind them" Teal replied, and then the attention of the students moved to another person who just entered the hallway. Roonie and his friends. Roonie got a new tattoo on the lower arm of his right hand, and it's so fuçking sèxy. "el zorro es mio" It's a Spanish sentence which means... THE FOX IS MINE. Pearl's heart skipped one beat when she saw it, but their eyes never met. He's not even looking her side no matter how loud the students are fawning over his tattoo.

Just like last time, the photo was already online, impossible to undo. 'What's this?' 'First-day perks?' 'Wrong chat?' 'Why would you randomly post a sexy photo of yourself?' 'Friendly reminder: You don't have to show people what you look like without clothes on.' 'Wow… People like this really exist.' I froze, staring at the stream of mockery flooding the class chat, before sinking weakly into my chair. Across from me, a flicker of satisfaction flashed through Maisie's eyes, though she quickly masked it with an apologetic expression. "I'm really sorry, Naomi. I was just trying to help—I didn't think it would happen so fast…"

He clicked a few buttons on his laptop and sent out the alert. In a different part of the city, in front of an old worm diner establishment, several power bikes are seen parked with a lot of biker men on it and in their midst is the man with the fool tattoo on the back of his fingers. They were all laughing, talking smoking, and drinking without a care that is still daytime. There were few women in their midst keeping them company and Fool being the ringleader has two broad to himself. He had his arms around their waist, while she shoved down his head down the large bossom of the woman with red hair. The woman threw her head back laughing as if enjoying the lewd attention while the rest of h