Forbidden Fruit Tattoo Novels & Stories

I started touching myself through my swimsuit, my breathing getting heavier as I watched them look at me. "Fuck," I moaned softly. "Yeah?" Thomas asked, that dangerous smile on his face. I pulled my swimsuit to the side and slipped my fingers inside, finding that sweet spot immediately. I was so wet already, so ready. Mila moved closer and kissed me while I touched myself. Thomas's hand found my other breast, squeezing it through the fabric of my top. "More," I whispered. "I want more." Thomas pulled my top down. Mila went to my nipples with her mouth while Thomas moved lower, pulling my swimsuit completely off. His fingers replaced mine, then his mouth found my pussy.

Forrest asks, voice carefully neutral. I reach into my bag with hands that don't feel like my own, fingers closing around the familiar bottle. I pull it out—small, brown, unlabeled except for a handwritten sticker that says Metabolic Support in my sister's neat cursive. I've seen it a hundred times. I never once looked closer. Forrest takes it from me, turning it over in his hands. He unscrews the cap, tips one of the pills into his palm—small, white, utterly unremarkable. He holds it up to the light, then brings it to his nose, inhaling once.

We sat on the garden ground with a picnic mat eating fruits, I thought she came to see me but apparently she came to eat fruits, Swallowing, she said, “of course I am, why wouldn't I be?” Moaning, “oh my god Lisa, how exactly do they farm these grapes it's so good,” Sighing I ignored her rubbing my stomach, “I'm glad you're enjoying your grapes,” I muttered to myself. All I want right now is to be wrapped up in Daniel's arms, I don't know exactly where it started but right now all I want is Daniel every time and minute.

Finally, he saw me. But Andrea sat at his side. Her hand rested near his. Her smile draped across her lips like poison. And in that moment, I knew. Whatever this bond was, whatever this love was, it was forbidden.

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

_________ 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 Serge was pinned down on the cold ground with Alice on top of him, pointing her gun at his temple. "You really shouldn't be so trusting," she sneered in his face. "The world is a dangerous place." If it wasn’t for her tattoo that represented the Colleti family, he never would have guessed she was the daughter of the mafia leader. "We are all evil, and we made this world our own hell," Serge replied with a chuckle. He was taken aback when she pressed the pistol against his head harder.

he revealed his little secret, more detailed, then corrected it slowly, "The only one girl...that I can touch in my life." His words hung in the air between them, heavy and complicated. Izzy didn’t know what to say or what to think. Did she hear him correctly??? He cannot touch any girl!! Except her?? So was that all true!! He can't touch a woman! Except for her!! How is that even possible? And why?? She repeated it in her mind recalling everything that had happened earlier in the past.

Thankful when he politely refuses, Edward frowns and then exclaims, “Great, now we have an uneven number of participants. Are you two sure you don’t want to try it? If you are hesitant on taking on a couple of strangers, perhaps Tabitha and I could be your partners tonight instead? What do you think?” Shaking my head, I hope that Jordan notices it and says no, but he hesitates for a moment too long. Worried about this, I poke him in the side and when he glances at me, I glare back at him. Seeing this finally, he clears his throat and politely refuses again, “No thanks. We aren’t into that sort of thing. I guess it is time for us to be leaving.”

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”