Male Classy Ring Tattoos Novels & Stories

"Tell us,do you use your ring to attract men? Why do men die after putting your name on their bodies?Mika asked. We were all curious. "I am have a gift of making men do what I want, the ring is only a distraction. I tell all the sick men that it has magic on it,they believe it and somehow are fascinated by it. It has a plastic casing,inside an led light to give off a glowing effect.Pretty cool hey! The tattooed is my way of sending out a message. The ink I use to make the tatoo has poison in it. That is how they die! "Well done!" Mika said sarcastically.

“Well, hello handsome.” “What can I offer you?” the guy asked, ignoring her flirtatious greeting. “Club soda is perfect, thanks.” He nodded. “Jenny?” “Vodka.” “Right,” he said, turning to get the bottles. As he turned, Malvika caught sight of the tattoo on his upper arm. It was an intricate drawing of a snake. “Nice tattoo you’ve got there,” she said casually. He glanced at her, a little bewildered. “Um, thanks, I guess,” he said, hurrying away.

His chest was sculpted and covered with tattoos. I couldn’t help but ran my hands all over him. He cursed but he let me do what I wanted and I saw that beneath all those tattoos were scars, probably from battle. I trailed my hands to his belt and slowly undid as I looked at him. Not once did we take our eyes off of one another. I undid his zipper and reached into his boxers, taking out his thick member. I gasped when I saw the huge ring on his tip. I had never been with a man who had a piercing on his cock before.

I feel the heat coming from him, and it’s burning me whole. Cillian gets up to peel his clothes off. He leaves nothing on his body. Watching him undress is one of the most erotic things I’ve witnessed. When the last piece of clothing is on the floor, I’m mesmerized at the sight of his huge penis. I knew he would be hung. But I didn’t expect it to be this big. More so, I’m enthralled with the tattoo that is inked at the base of his giant cock. Two hands joined by a heart with a crown. A Claddagh ring. Just like the ring that he gave me.

The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if they were painted fresh daily. As I turned my arm over, I could see where it looked as if two tail ends were touching. Resting in the middle was a circle, clearly it was made in the image of the moon. Plopping myself down on the couch to stop my pacing, I traced my tattoo gently with my fingertips. Tadeas had a matching tattoo also on his left wrist. They were simple, elegant, and powerful, I thought. It was hard to explain, having this on my wrist allowed me to feel as if he was always with me.

I caught sight of a tattoo… a silver viper etched into his skin, glistening in the low light. I let my fingers trace the design, the coolness of the ink contrasting with the heat radiating from his body. Mason watched me, his intense gaze flickering as I danced, my ass grinding against his growing arousal. Shit, this reminded me of what we did during the Howling Night…

My body had a mind of its own, a magnetic sexual force that was only drawn to HJ’s pull. Sebastian’s eyes locked on my hips, on my dress still bunched there, and I started to let go of the fabric just as his hand shot out. It balled into a big fist, and the tulle of my dress tangled in his fingers, covering the mafia ring I stared at from time to time. Each of the men at the top of the mob had them, like class rings, but with skulls imprinted on them and a teardrop on the side that symbolized the family’s blood.

“Or am I not allowed to call you that anymore?” “Let’s work back to the nicknames. The indecisiveness you both have about being friends with me has given me emotional whiplash. The tattoos seem to be an addition to the spell, but only for you five. I got a matching one, too.” I hold up my wrist showing the cuff I now have with a crescent moon layer as the outer edges, quarter moon bands just inside that, then half moon bands with a full moon band in the center. As I look at mine, the moons get progressively bigger, like the full moons are closer to me. “None of the warriors got a tattoo to go with their protection bracelet.” “How many times have you done this spell?” “

Because of the scarring, Tank had to go over that spot more than once. Now is the time for the big reveal. We start with Speed since she isn’t covered yet. Even Damon gets up “ Mind if I have a look?” he asks. Brick nods and Damon looks over. “ Damn, that is awesome. Merigold’s work?” he asks. Speed answers “ The one and only.” I take my phone out and take a picture so I can show Speed. Merigold did a great job on it. It is the Reckless Renegades seal. Inside the seal is a car like Frank with a white rabbit sitting on the hood. The handles of the guns look like they are made of bricks. At the top of the seal is a mirrored R and at the bottom says ‘Property of Brick and Gretchen’. All of us a

Luke's awe was clear as Clay finished my tattoo, his skilled hands bringing to life the intricate design we'd agreed upon. It was more than ink on skin; it was a symbol of our intertwined lives, our shared journey. The art was so quintessentially us, capturing the essence of our bond in bold, swirling lines and shaded crescents.