Forbidden Fruit Tattoo Novels & Stories

Samantha: “ Women should never get a tattoo here! They are frowned upon! Kataleya: “ Different from my homeland! There everyone gets tattoos, pierces their ears, noses, lips and other things! Samantha: “ I still remember when my mother-in-law Clarina saw Igor's tattoo on her back, she almost had a fit! Haha ha Kataleya: “ The Triquetra tattoo! Samantha nodded. Kataleya smiled: “ It symbolizes the past, present and future, linked to time and infinity... Katherina: “ The day I get a tattoo, my husband will kill me! Kataleya laughed: “ Igor's brother? Charles? Katherina nodded. Samantha: “ Your future husband is very different from our husbands! Francie: “ Uncle Igor is free! He never did anyth

He did not bother to lift his gaze. But Dr montoya was able to notice the devil's fork tattoo he had on his wrist. She noticed it as she would have noticed Sin itself. She frowned. He had also a tattoo of triple six on his nape. Now, that was bad. Real badness. He must have changed within the years she hadn't known him. Had three years more made him more impossible?

“Alright, I surrender.” “Allow me one last try,” he said, and with a determined flick of his wrist, he sent the arrow flying, bursting the final balloon and securing their win. “We did it!” he exclaimed, turning to the vendor. “I’d like the big Milk teddy bear, please.” The seller nodded, handing over the prize. “Wow, it’s beautiful! I promise your girlfriend will adore it,” Susan said, her excitement palpable as Jimmy pointed the bear toward her, catching her off guard.

"Been thinking of you stretching me open, ruining this cherry for good." That snapped the last thread of my restraint. I ripped off my shirt, my muscles flexing, then I yanked down my pants and boxers. My cock sprang free, a heavy, veined monster. The fat head was slick with pre-cum, it slapped against my stomach with a wet smack, pulsing for her. The veins bulged like ropes ready to claim every inch of her innocence.

“The Maledictus pack… I saw smoke just beyond our territory. It could be a false alarm, but I guess you could all agree with me that what we’re feeling isn’t just a fluke.” A murmur of unease rippled through the group. I could see the fear in their eyes, the doubt starting to take hold. These weren’t ordinary foes we were up against. The Maledictus were a force of nature—twisted, dark, and driven by an insatiable hunger for power.

My heart began beating rapidly, causing a ringing in my ears. “ Drums down heart. We need the money.” When the doors slid open, I almost bolted. But I didn't. Running won't feed me or bring back my mother's jewelry. Dante stood at the windows like he owned the world which, let’s be honest, he probably did. I mean, he is Dante Moretti after all. He was wearing a black shirt, its sleeves rolled up, veins lined his forearms as well as a snake tattoo. He has broad shoulders. And an ass that could make a nun reconsider her vows. When he turned, his gaze snapped me out of lustful thoughts.

The tattoo of a serpent wrapped around an apple covered her left hip, up her abdomen, to just below her left breast. She motioned me over until I was standing next to her. "Masturbate on me," she said, tipping her head back, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. Her voice was tired and strained and for a brief moment she looked sickly. When I hesitated she said emphatically, "Thomas, I want you to jerk off until your cum sprays over my face!"

In the center of the clearing stood a small hut, made of rough-hewn logs and thatch. The structure was modest, with a low sloping roof that blended seamlessly into the surrounding trees. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, hinting at a warm fire burning within. The walls were adorned with strange symbols and talismans, and the doorway was framed by a curtain of beads that tinkled softly in the breeze. As Aiden approached the hut, he saw that there was a small garden surrounding it. The plants were lush and vibrant, with colorful blooms and thick foliage. He recognized some of them as medicinal herbs, used for healing and spiritual purposes.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.