Gillian Turner Tattoo Novels & Stories

Now she had only her cotton panties on, it was nothing special but it gave her off as a present ready to be devoured. “You look great Laila,” the one below her said as glanced at her body, slowly he moved down to her feet where he placed a soft kiss which was accompanied by his hot breath. It sent the tingles up her body and erupted the pool based in her lower belly. His kisses continued, soft and particular as they trailed up her legs to her thighs which spent more time on, kissing on the skin before he moved to her hip bone, where a small tattoo was inked. He stared at it, frowning at the thought of having a guy have this view of her skin when making the mark. “It was a lady that fixed tha

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

Tank said. Tank is right. I had heard most of the stories about the ol’e ladies. And the way he talked about tattooing them like they were the ones doing him a favor. He felt privileged to be able to do the work. “ All the designs are great and personalized. Just like yours. But the gauntlet I did for Ailee. That is one I have up on my wall. It turned out so much better than I could have hoped. I don’t use metallic ink often but it made the difference.” Tank said. “ Tank, that's sweet how you care for each of the girls.” I said. “ They are my sisters and wife. Family. It is what we do. You know how Mc’s are. From what Casper has said you have been in one since before you were in kindergarten

With that, he undid a few more buttons before stopping. He slightly pulled open the collar of his shirt, revealing the left side of his chest. From his left shoulder down to his ribcage was a tattoo—covering an old scar. The moment Annabelle saw the design, memories surged through her mind like a flood. Because that pattern… was one she had drawn. She had never imagined that he would actually turn her artwork into a tattoo.

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

I told him sternly. "What?! But—" He tried to protest, but I cut him off. "You need to find information about a girl with a face tattoo." "Girl with a what? Where did you hear that?" I heard Axhton groaned, staring at his phone as Raynel whined. "From the Rose Gang." "Is that why you ripped their leader's head off?" Raynel inquired drastically changed from being a jerk to a serious face. It feels like he’s a complete different person. But it will only be for a moment before he reverts back to his old playboy self.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.