Romans & histoires Marvin Martian Tattoo

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

Red asked. Kitten nodded enthusiastically. Red stood and led her from the room. Rob was left sitting there with a satisfied smile on his face. He looked up when the door opened. Marta stepped in. Rather than her usual business attire, she now wore thigh high black boots, and nothing else. Her nipples were pierced, and a small chain loosely connected her nipple rings. There was another ring below her bare pussy hanging from her clit.

Something I could have, never imagined. Rallying with my eyes around the symbols, I found the ivory without wasting much time. I followed the symbol and walked through the vast corner, taking notes of the paintings. As I walked deeper, a figure of a giant Martian man started to become clear to my vision. He stood in front of a narrow entrance which seemed like the kind of smelly tunnel I’d expected to find myself crawling into. It felt like I knew the way. He pointed his spear at me after I had approached.

Many of them were just lying down at the back so they would not participate and so we won't notice them when they walk away to their homes and begun their daily activities without a prayer of guidance to Selene which was said while everyone was down in their knees facing the sunrise and in the evenings, we say it facing the sunset. “Done!” Shane said getting up and taking off his shirt showing properly tanned skin layered with his abs and the muscles on his arms were designed with tattoos that meant many things. There was a tattoo of his mate whom he had just gotten a back view of her when he first met her, she was Hispanic so he'd told the tattoo artist to draw a girl's head - the backview

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

Some time later, when their breathing had steadied, Marcus reached under the bed and pulled out a small tattoo kit. "Spread your legs for me," he said, his voice low and commanding. Alex parted his thighs without hesitation, his heart racing with anticipation as Marcus worked with careful focus, applying black ink in simple block letters that would forever mark him as owned. Owned by #47892 The tattoo settled high on the inside of the right thigh, close enough to the groin that it would remain hidden unless the legs were deliberately spread. The needle stung in sharp little bites, making Alex bite his lip and breathe through the pain while Marcus kept one hand wrapped loosely around Alex's c

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

This just goes to say that no matter the circumstances, Marisol Purity De la Cruz Amador would always dance to the intoxicating beat of danger. The music breathes through me before I move. Low. Heavy. Familiar. The mask hides my face, but not my identity. That's not my aim. Anybody who knows this body knows these tattoos. The roses on my hip and the switchblade—a silent warning to all those who may think it wise to approach—I'm beautiful and brutality wrapped in one. Ryat had me drawing new tattoos years into our marriage. Roses and thorns. Love that wounds. Just—I'm not quite sure I was thinking about him when I made the decision.

“Hey Evander, see the new neck art on your Beta?” I look at Mark, he and Tyson are sporting very handsome marks. A mark is formed by mates biting each other on the collarbone. Chosen mate marks are dry crusty and not attractive. Fated mate marks like Tyson and Marks’s are shiny pictures like tattoos. Tyson is sporting a red and blue M with a wolf howling. Mark has a gold T with stars around it. Seeing them makes me want to mark Marcella now. The full moon is coming. I’m so excited to sink my teeth into her.

The old, grumpy bartender finally spoke up, and I found out he was missing a couple tooth. Martinez shrugged casually, before getting on a barstool. I followed suit, not really sure of what to do, other than letting me eyes wander our surrounding. "I'm not a big fan of rules." Martinez said, smiling at the bartender, who slowly shifted his gaze to me. "I know you." He smirked, and I couldn't begin to describe the instant chill I felt in that moment. "...Del Ponte's little slut." My eyes slowly zeroed in on a particular tattoo on his neck. It literally read "Big Joe", but this man was nowhere near big in size. He was probably the most scrawny person I've ever come across.