Male Classy Ring Tattoos Novels & Stories

Her fingers lightly traced the top of my ring finger on my left hand, her eyes focusing on the wedding band I had tattooed there 5 months ago. “Look closer, Allegra.” I said softly before she angled my finger towards her and stared it at. She flipped my hand over, and her eyes went wide as she quietly gasped. “… Amore.” She breathed as she looked up at me. From the front, it looked like a simple black band that went all the way around, but on the back of my ring finger, Amore was written in an elegant cursive. “I promised to you I’ve always been. I got this done the day you left.” I said as I wiped another tear from her eye before I stood up straight. I pulled off the bandages around my ches

I sat down while I was rubbing my wet dick in my pants. "Maybe I should make you wear a t-shirt that says Private Property," Maya thought suddenly. I laughed and put my shirt in my pants, "Is the ring not enough?" I asked. "Point one, you don’t have a ring on your finger, point two, men with a ring on their finger attract more, unless they’re gay," Maya replied, putting her hand through her hair, which I had messed up in the heat. "What do you know?" "Because I did," she replied casually.

Matthew said before leaving the room. Ambrose just nodded. He was at a loss for words. Ambrose got off the bed and walked inside their closet. He unlocked the jewelry drawer and played with the rings on his finger. He contemplated whether he wants to remove it or not but ultimately decided not to. When he was about to close the drawer, his eyes fell on a jewelry box. It was the same jewelry box he found in the cave. He grabbed the box and opened it. Inside was a thin silver wristband with engraved letters.

Leaving the house, he told me to lift the dress and sit directly on the leather seat of his car. A few minutes later he told me to masturbate while he drove. There was no chance of being seen, but it still felt kinky. When we pulled into the parking lot of a tattoo parlor, I got nervous. Neither of us had any tattoos and I was afraid he wanted me to get a tramp stamp. As it turned out, they also did piercings. There were two scruffy looking (think motorcycle stereotype) gentlemen who did the tattoos and a woman who did the piercings. She looked like she rode too. My Master brought me over to a display case and consulted with the woman on what would be best for my nipples. The woman suggested

The middle is a sun while the ring finger is a crescent moon. “I feel like these tattoos have meanings… do they?” I looked at him while expecting an answer.

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.

"Christie. I won't give it to you. You're going to have to tell me what you want, and then you're going to take it." The expression on her face was priceless. Petulant as a child, she tore her eyes from his and began to hastily unbutton his shirt. Artwork appeared contrasted by his fair skin. A raven tattooed above his navel. An ankh on his upper left arm. A character on his stomach. Some sort of Celtic design on his upper right arm. He was covered in ink, and she wasn't all that surprised to see a ring in his left nipple. He caught her looking, and offered a bashful smile that lightened the tense stillness around them. "A gift from a former lover of mine. She did it herself."

I notice the plain gold band she's wearing on her right ring finger and something inside me twists. It's not from Cielo though. That's not his style. He'd want flashy. This is too simple. Too beneath him. The expensive tennis bracelet on her wrist catches my eye. That's more him. I pick up her wrist to look at it, find the inscription on the clasp. A heart with a C inside it. How creative.

He put one hand on Erriene’s thigh, moving it up and down his skin, and Erriene only burrowed himself closer. Erriene was a lot better like this, docile. He liked it. Something had caught his eye and his smile turned into a grin when he saw the newly formed tattoo-like mark of a ring around Erriene’s ring finger and middle finger on his left hand. His ring. The one on the ring finger was a swirl of gold and silver intertwining each other and is the mark of their marriage, while the red and blue swirls around the middle finger was a mark of their strong bond which signifies that they had consummated their marriage.

’’ he asked and laughed again. I turned back immediately to look at the hand, and that was when I saw his ring, which he shared with Cassandra. It was on one of his fingers, but that was not what made me believe that it was Silver. It was his tattoo that only he, Cassandra, and I knew about. The tattoo was on one of his fingers, drawn in the shape of love for his mate when he wanted to propose to her. It couldn’t be.