Koi Fish Tattoo With Cherry Blossoms Novels & Stories

“There used to be two Japanese koi swimming there. One black and white. She said it represented Inyo, a Japanese equivalent of Yin and Yang. She was a japanese heiress from the Geisha pack you see. She used to sit on that bench and feed them.” The image formed in my mind without permission. A woman in flowing clothes, kneeling by the pond. A little boy watching her. And then something else surfaced. The koi fish tattoo. Over Nikolai’s heart. I hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Just another piece of ink on a man covered in them. But now it lingered differently. Miriam stepped back, her voice returning to its usual steady calm. “You really shouldn’t be here. He would be very angry if he k

Besides being handsome in an unkempt, tortured artist kind of way (a vague resemblance to Kurt Cobain with sandy blonde hair tied behind his head and sharp features), he's also a genuinely nice guy. He dropped out of art school before he got his barista qualification and started working for my parents, but he still paints in his free time. Today there's a smudge of bright blue paint on his left shoulder, just below a tattoo of a lotus flower encircled by two brilliant orange Koi fish. Most other people would assume the streak of blue is part of the design but I've had plenty of practice staring at Jade's beautifully toned arms, and he's usually got paint smudged somewhere on his person.

A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare. I chuckled. "I was half-expecting you to have a neon blue landing patch." Holly giggled. "That's a good idea, actually." "I like the tattoo though," I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a green leaf tattooed within her bikini area. Holly giggled again. "Only a select few ever get to see THAT one."

The tattoo had been left to heal, and remaining true to the promise I made him, I hadn’t looked at it; no matter how much I was itching to. Gulping, I closed my eyes as he gently peeled off the plaster. “This is my way of claiming you, Rose,” he said and kissed the exposed skin of my shoulder. He removed the bandage, and I slowly opened my eyes. On their own accord, my hands came up and covered my mouth as a gasp escaped my lips when I saw the beautiful drawing that had taken over the hideous scar. It was a motorcycle lost to time and consumed but a wildflower bush. The vines wrapped the metal in their embrace, and big red roses bloomed around it, claiming it. Right next to it lay a huge gra

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

"Not a chance, be sensible about this." "Fine! I'll get a nice pattern," he says as he gives up. We stop at the desk and a woman with lots of tattoos and piercings asks us to wait on the seats with a book full of designs. Cole shows me all the ones he likes which are tribal shapes or flowers. "This one is nice," he says as he points to one with a lotus flower and dots around it in swirly shapes. "They'll all look beautiful on you," I say to him and he gasps quietly.

All of them had a silver hue, yet it was clear that they were not crafted from actual silver. One had a small ruby, another had elegant cursive inscriptions, and another had delicate floral etchings. I couldn't help but admire the intricate artwork that adorned his arm, from his fingers all the way up to his wrist. "What is the significance of this?" I gently ran my fingers over one of the intricate tattoos on his arm. The elegant script, adorned with delicate vines, roses, and lotus flowers, intrigued me, even though I couldn't decipher the Greek letters.

He turned slightly, exposing his back and ribs, and pointed before taking my hand and placing it. Faint slits lined each side of his torso, almost undetectable unless you looked for them. Kairos's skin was covered in faint tattoo-like patterns that did not appear to be ink. When exposed to light, they shimmered subtly. Some were symbols, others resembled a flowing script that I could not decipher, and his gills were hidden beneath them.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

When I realized I was already descending the steps and I was barely a meter from this majestic God of the seas, I stopped to look at his neck, I went down his back and concentrated on his tattoo, there was a kind of school of fish swimming, some hammerhead sharks, some dolphins, rays, corals. It was a whole marine scene that left my mouth open, it had too many details, too many colors, the tattoo rose from the lower area of ​​her belly to the middle of her back, it was a beautiful work of art that, together with her splendid physique, made of the set something simply worth seeing, I continued detailing her back and continued to her buttocks.