Initial D Tattoo Novels & Stories

"You know, you're one crazy son of a bitch. It's clear that you like this girl. Rather than drilling a hole into her vagina, why don't you put a ring on it, treat her to dinner and make it official or something" "I don't do dates man, what do I say. I don't fucking know" Tanner sighed, sounding rather frustrated. "Look Tanner, if you're really into this girl stop fucking stalking whatever she does and come clean with your feelings. You've gotta stop trying to avoid it and face it head-on like a man, not a big scared pussy" "Fine whatever" he buffed, running a hand over his face. "But don't you think you should take your own advice. You know, with Dawn. I'm pretty much sure she'll become a vi

The ink prepared is carbon-based, reacting naturally and smoothly on the body so that the tattooing procedure will be safe and sterile. "You're ready, aren't you?" asks Denis, the same question for every client before beginning the hours—long execution. "I won't waste time if I'm not ready." "Right, you must be very busy." Denis began to apply the triforce stencil paper to the skin on Gaby's back and flattened the stencil. Denis let it sit for a moment before completely removing it and revealing the triforce pattern that had adhered to Gaby's skin. Denis' focus was back on the line now.

she asked them referring their tattoos. It took them a while before Hakyi answered. "A warrior tattoo." "Are they? Must hurt a lot having it painted in your skin." "Why you say so?" Osiris asked. "Aren't tattoos painted through needles?" she asked them. They nodded. "You know I remember when I was in high school, the rebel stage of being a youth. My dad had literally whooped my ass with his morning newspaper when I told him and mom that I would get myself a tattoo. I was scared when he literally forgot reading news and decided to chase me around the house while shouting 'Yah Daeira Park! Get back here or I will disown you!'." Daeira laughed so loud at the recollection while Hakyi and Osiris

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

I paused when Chade stopped from there when we were walking around. “It depends on the size,” the guy said. “What tattoo do you want?” “Just a name,” he replied. “You're getting a tattoo?” I asked. He doesn't have a single tattoo or maybe it's hidden. “Yeah. It's my first time,” I nodded. I confirmed that he doesn't have a tattoo yet, and so do I. “I want it here on my chest,” he said and pointed to the left side of his chest. “What name?” The tattoo artist asked.

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

“There. Small, clean D. Looks good on you.” I twisted around to try and see but couldn’t really. “Let me look, asshole.” He held up his phone with the camera flipped and I stared at the fresh ink….simple black D right above my ass, still red around the edges. My face heated up. “Jesus Christ. I have your initial tattooed on me now. Like a tramp stamp for one guy. I’m never living this down. If anyone finds out I’m killing you and your jealous dick.” Damien set the equipment aside and stared at my ass like it was a meal. His hands spread my cheeks, thumb brushing near the new tattoo. “Fuck, that looks hot. My mark on you. Makes me hungry all over again.”

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.

Fucking hell. My eyes greedily raked over her entire body, savoring each inch that was revealed to me. Her perky breasts with nipples that were already hardened peaks. Her trim waist that had our branded tattoo. There was a baby bump there now too, reminding me of our precious little blobs. The normally bare pussy had something new. The initials D and R were created by just a little bit of hair. Fucking right, babe. That pussy did belong to me. ‘Perhaps you should see if she’ll let you tattoo that right there,’ Byron suggested, excited by the show that she was putting on.