Mary Berg Tattoo Novels & Stories

He stopped midway through the sentence. Almost hesitant. His eyes shifted downward briefly. Toward her left hand. "I like the tattoo." His finger pointed lightly in its direction. A small butterfly design nestled between her thumb and index finger. "It looks really neat." Mary glanced at it. Then back at him. "Does it mean anything?" he asked. A smile appeared on her face. A real one. "Yes." "Yes It does." Mary raised her hand slightly so he could see it better. "It's a butterfly with an M shape worked into the design."

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

I hear the Star Wars theme song start and I notice Merigold grab her phone out of her bag. I hear her say she is pulling the caller on speaker and takes a piece of paper and pencil from the prospect behind the bar. She puts the phone on the bar and moves her hair to the side. When she does it exposes her bare shoulder and that's when I see a tattoo on her shoulder blade. I'm not paying attention to who she's talking to but she is leaning over the bar doing something that has the prospect and Tank’s attention. I want to get a closer look at the ink and see what has everyone's attention. I hear Tank " Princess. That is good." as I reach her back. I look over and see what they are looking at. I

I left him to marinate in that as I stormed out of his studio, down the stairs and out of his damned tattoo shop. GK Tattoos - Zero stars! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Margo was not nearly as mad as I thought she would be. I had seen her angrier at her nail tech for getting her desired nail shape wrong than she was now, hearing that a stranger tattooed his name on her best friend’s body. In fact, she seemed more amused than anything. “Did you even hear me, Margo? A man who I have never seen a day in my life put his fuckíng name on my back!”

Bertha asked after sipping her tequila. "Which–what?" Zayna replied with a playful laugh. "I know you two stayed in the same room during the hotel opening event. Something must have happened, right? Besides, you’ve known each other for years now. How many years has it been?" Bertha teased, her expression mischievous. Zayna covered part of her face, appearing embarrassed, though her laughter was barely contained as she shook her head lightly. "Tell me, does Benjamin have any tattoos?" Zayna dropped her hand, her expression surprised. "Benjamin doesn’t have any tattoos, but he has a mole on his left thigh, near his hip."

"...With so many people missing from there, didn't anything happen?" A sweet young girl floated in the tank, as quiet as if she were in a deep sleep. Her long hair covered her body, and her slender limbs were tender and fragile. On her butterfly-like shoulder blade was tattooed the black mark of the Light of the Gods, along with a cold number. NO. 226

Marcus ordered. I did. Hand trembling, but I signed. The pen felt heavier than the collar around my neck. “Good girl.” Vesper took the papers and smiled. “Now the tattoos.” They laid me on the table. The artist they brought in was one of their own — silent, efficient, needles buzzing. First came the big one right over the brand: bold black letters spelling “COLLECTIVE CUM QUEEN” arched above my pussy. Then smaller marks on my inner thighs — “Free Use” on the left, “Breed Hole” on the right. A crown dripping cum right between my tits.

In fact I worked that cock to two orgasms before we arrived at our first destination, the Holly Wood’s piercing, and tattoo parlor for the stars. Holly looked like a cross between a biker chic, and a porno star with her hourglass figure, and incongruous stick on tattoos. Her platinum blond mane in a pony tail in back that went down past her rump was a veritable shimmering fountain of follicles, and gave her an Amazonian look as she greeted us in spiked high heels, wearing a short denim skirt, and a matching denim vest that chained together in front to contain her cantaloupe sized breasts for a delightful public view. I saw later that the only other thing that she had on was a yellow thong bi

Might have a chip on his shoulder. "He's got a dragon tattoo on his wrist. He's been here a long time." "Thank you," Maggie said. She glanced back at Kel who stepped in front of her. "Please. Stay behind me." "I got us past that obstacle didn't I?"

Being fine's all going. All of a sudden, an enchanting voice reported, "Kail, I got another tattoo here. What is your take? Do you like it?" Brigit removed her white fur garment and her top also. She just left her red bra on to show a dark butterfly tattoo on her cleavage. Folks whistled. "Brigit! You are so hot! Bravo!" What the heck was this? Silje became dumbfounded at what was occurring before her. Brigit was clearly attempting to allure him. What confounded Silje was Kail's response.