Music Note Neck Tattoo Novelas e Histórias

The tattoo was in the shape of a cross, not eye-catching, like a medal. "You..." Danica suddenly looked up at Nick, the expression in her eyes becoming very different from before. "When did you get this tattoo on your arm?" "Eh?" Nick was stunned. He looked down at the tattoo on his right arm and replied in surprise, "It's a long time ago, and it was tattooed more than a decade ago."

Was I hearing correctly? "You have a tattoo?" He repeated as he pointed to my neck. My hand instantly went to the back of my neck as I shook my head, "What? Um... I mean - oh, I guess. I mean..." Noah started chuckling, "It's just a tattoo, sunshine. Can I see it?" I didn't know how to object and I was still groggy so I awkwardly turned my head so he could see the back of my neck. Noah sat up a bit, leaning against the headboard as he moved my hair with one hand and traced my tattoo with his other hand.

Irene helped me lower myself on a log. The man watched us, expression unreadable. “Make it quick,” he said. “We shouldn’t stay out here for long.” Irene crouched beside me. I leaned closer to her, whispering as low as I could. “The tattoo.” She frowned slightly. “What?” “On his neck,” I murmured. “Alejandro’s men have the same one.” Her eyes darted subtly toward him. “You’re sure?” she whispered. “I’ve seen it twice. Same mark, same spot.”

Nelson settled beside me and immediately lowered his head to my neck, his lips finding his mark with the unerring accuracy I was learning to expect, and pressed a long, warm kiss directly to the raindrop tattoo sitting on my skin. My body’s reaction was immediate and deeply unhelpful. My cock rock hard immediately. “I love the shape of my mark on you,” he said against my neck, and his voice had gone low in a way that was doing things to my ability to think clearly. “Nelson—” Then Jason found his side, his lips on the weather mark, his voice warm and unhurried. “The shape of mine suits you.” Both of them. At the same time. On both sides of my neck simultaneously.

Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’ Why would that be the best place to be? “Why are your tattoos sad?” I question, kneading his precious spinous process. “They’re not all sad. Different seasons of my life…” “Were you sad in the past?” He shrugs, a leisurely smile playing on his lips. Another tattoo beneath his neck: ‘Psalm 139:14’ “You’ve got a Bible scripture,” I note out loud. “See. Not all of them are sad. I’ve got two of those.”

As she walked up to us, she pulled her long dark hair that was dyed Pink at the ends over one shoulder, exposing a tattoo in the crook of her neck next to her collarbone. “Whoa, Danika, you got a new tattoo! That looks cool!” I exclaimed, grabbing her by the shoulders to look closer as she sat next to us in the circle. It was a small tribal piece that almost looked like a shield. It was black but had a shine to it when the light hit it.

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

Arms, neck, and legs were a hard no from Blythe due to our profession, so I compromised! We agreed on tasteful treble and bass clef notes, inked in light blue with a thin black outline. They snaked around from our left hip bone and ended just short of the opposite rib cage. As different as Blythe and I are, our mutual love for music helps keep us tight knit. I firmly believe we were destined to share one body, because together we’re unstoppable in this industry! Imagine bringing your best friend along to face every obstacle life has in store; Someone with at times diverse views, allowing you to problem solve in a way you might not have thought of on your own.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

“That’s so weird, because-” Through grinding teeth, I blurt out, “girls usually get star tattoos,” my eyes shift past Lyra, “right Eden?” She stutters out her words, unsure of what to do, “yeah…oh definitely. I have a star tattoo,” she flashes them the inside of her wrist where there’s a star along with a music note and an apple core. It symbolizes our friendship. Obviously I’m the star, Lyra is the music note and Eden, well…the garden of Eden and the forbidden apple.