Marvin Martian Tattoo Novels & Stories

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

As he twisted, the collar of his grimy jacket tugged, and the streetlight caught the skin of his neck. My breath hitched. There, just above his wrist, was a mark. A crude, spiraling pattern, like a barbed-wire vine, etched into the skin. It wasn’t a tattoo. It looked burned, branded. I’d seen that exact pattern. Not on him, but drawn on Mara’s wrist earlier.

I ask, he held my face from going away; he pushed me against the wall and whispered to me ears; "Can I suggest something to you right now? He asked; I took in a lot of time before responding to his request. "What do you want?" I allowed him to speak; Drake looks at me, he smiles, he let me go, as I leaned away from the wall, he put his hand inside his pocket and said, I want to suggest to you my dear Maria, that we both help each other." He paused. I ask again what he meant. Drake laughs for some minute and tell me that he wants us to become sex mates to each other. "Let's be sex mates!" He said; he didn't even blink his eyes at me at all…

It had been a month since Katleah surprised him. Tonight, it was Marco’s turn to return the favor. Earlier that week, he’d gotten a tattoo inked over his left chest; etched in elegant cursive, the words read, Till Death Do Us Part, My Katleah.

Tristian points out reasonably and As I think about it, I can’t help but see that he just might be right. There are indeed thousands of people with the same tattoo, same spot. The last thing I want to do is to jail an innocent person. I know how that feels like. Thinking more about that, eve marigold has that same tattoo. Same spot as that’s quite a popular spot for that type of tattoo. I’m not saying it’s marigold in the frame as she’s obviously a female but what if the person is one of her holigan friends and the tattoo is somewhat a symbol of their friendship bond?

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

Grace long to explore it, but she respected Xan's wishes. “Grace, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” Xan said coming up behind her and putting his hands around her waist. Xan softly kissed the side of Grace's neck where her Gang mark was. The mark was a Phoenix and a Lion rearing on its hind legs with a harp in between them. All three gangs are represented in a beautiful coat of arms style tattoo. Xan had repeatedly told her that she did not need to have it on her neck, but Grace wanted to show who she finally was. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but it was something that Grace truly wanted to do and her family could not be prouder.

Fûcked By The New Neighbour (2) Mara took a beer for herself and sat down. “Vaughn, I see you have a Marine Corps tattoo on your upper arm. Is that your only tattoo?” “Mara, I’ve always thought that if you have a Marine tattoo, that’s all you need. I did my twenty years and loved every minute of it. Then I took retirement, and now I’m loving every minute of that too. I just do whatever the fúck I want.”

MARTHA: Mr. Weston smiled and entered the room where I had spent the night. His woody scent surrounded me like a warm blanket as he replied, "It's a tribal tattoo." "Does Doctor Tina have it too?" I asked, shocked, and he nodded. "Yes, but women's tattoos are on their backs. They are meant to carry the pack on their backs, while we carry ours from the front," he replied proudly, and my jaw dropped. I was still looking at him in shock.

Martina kept sucking him, and she looked at him at intervals. She moved him out of her mouth and flipped his little opening with her tongue. Roberto let out a low grunt, and Martina smirked. He felt her smile against him, and he looked at her. He moved her away from him and made her lay on the bed. She sat up and helped him get rid of his shirt. The tattoo on his collar bone drew her attention again. She trailed her finger over the small star, and then down his chest. Her finger kept meeting obstacles as his chest wasn’t smooth. It was curvy and hard.