Intimate Ink Novels & Stories

INTIMACY (Baby) Charlie's POV "Come on baby," I hushed as I slammed my lips to hers. She took two steps backwards letting her back hit the elevator. I slid my finger into her short miniskirt and started fingering her. She moaned crazily into my mouth as we kissed roughly, her hands were wrapped tightly around my neck. I slid two additional finger into her V making it three fingers, her moans became more loud. It sounded so sweet to my ears.

The old handwriting continued across the page. Then I noticed the newer writing.Black ink.Sharper.Cleaner.Written between the original lines.My chest tightened.Those notes weren't ancient.They had been added much later."When were these written?""We don't know.""You said the ledger was ancient.""It is.""Then someone came back and wrote in it.""Exactly."I looked closer.

She scratched the back of her head with one hand and used the fingers of the other to push her glasses up her sweaty nose. “Werewolves were able to communicate with each other through a special ink. The ink is only visible to normal humans and wolves for reasons I don't know. Whoever it was that wrote that letter to you must have used that. But what baffles me is how he or she was able to acquire it, and the fact that he or she used it for you means that the paper's content is very, very sensitive and that can't be a prank. Trust me, the ink is one of the hardest things to find in this world!” “Where's that ink gotten from?” Harold asked, intuitively squeezing the paper in his hand till it s

“Yeah. Just...take it easy.” “Fine. But this is kind of exciting! Just look around. All these half- naked people on the dance floor, making out at tables. Just...this is kind of turning me on” I looked around. We packed the dance floor with ladies in thongs and high heels and men in boxers and silky robes. A couple of women were making out in a booth as a pair of men watched. I locked eyes with a shirtless guy with nipple piercings that glinted under the lights. His eyes bored into mine, his erection visible in thin, white boxer briefs. His body, with its broad shoulders and taut muscles, reminded me of Nathan in healthier times. I had to look away. I clinched my thighs and threw back my gla

One of Rael’s. The ink was the color of dried blood. No scent or smear. I opened it. "You wear his name like a crown. But everyone knows what kind of bitch gets fucked to the top. Sleep with one eye open.”

Just perfect as she thought. “Nice meeting you, sir. You can notify Lora if you have removed that part and we’ll arrange some time for that,” said she. Author's Note: Hello, I hope you enjoyed the story. Trace of Ink is about to end and I would love to hear your insights and critics. Please drop a comment, that would be much appreciated. Thank you :)

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

"These are all magickal inks, ones I mixed and spelled myself. I am a very talented Marker. When I someday find my Innehavre, I am going to be one of the best in the world. But for now, I am happy with the work I do. A big part of that work is helping Priest find and protect no-furs like you. Unbonded and abused, abandoned and scared. This process is not pleasant, but in the end, you are safe and given to a caretaker Hare who will ensure your happiness and well-being for the rest of your life." "Hares do that?" The no-fur noticed Ink kept talking about the Innehavre he didn't have yet. "Do you and Priest, who are both toms, do it because you are sad for us not having bonds? You save small go

As the letters sits bold and dark against his skin glistening. 𝓐𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓼 I peel off my gloves slowly. Then, without thinking too hard, I run my bare fingers lightly over the fresh ink, Not pressing. Just feeling the heat from irritated skin and his eyes darken. “That’s going to sting for a few days,” I say quietly. “Thankfully it’s nothing I can’t handle.”He murmurs smiling as he stares down at the ink with a pleased expression on his face

Austin When I’m inking her skin, I enter another zone where the normal world is dreamlike. My entire focus centers on the flesh beneath my fingers. Tattooing has always been my escape. With her, it’s different in so many ways—the softness of her skin, the shiver that occasionally passes along her back and shoulders, and the timbre of her voice. The dark swirls of my past infiltrate her skin just like the ink. But unlike the ink, she absorbs the darkness and turns it light. She’s playing havoc with my thoughts and this isn’t a good thing. She isn’t as malleable as she lets on.