Music Note Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

She could never have imagined that the brushes in front of her had been intended for guests. When the fog faded from the mirror, she opened her eyes and swore at her reflection. She could see the red and purple marks of the hickeys he had given her on her chest and neck. Then she put a trembling hand at the base of her neck. A kind of black tattoo had taken shape there. Three parts stood out. At the top stands the head of a black wolf baring its fangs. Then, behind the head of the animal, a crescent moon was drawn. And finally, just under the wolf's mouth, two elegantly intertwined letters: M.B.

“Fine, then. Let’s get them now.” An hour later, we were back in the cabin and Bobbie was excited to see how it looked. I got the words ‘Make it’ on the middle right of my ribs while she has the words ‘With you’ just below her left breast. We stood side by side in front of a mirror, our tattoos linked to make our song. The smile on my girl’s face was my undoing. I’m so in love with her, it hurts not to be around her anymore. ~~

It's the exact tattoo Nancy has on her back, What? ****** .

“Keep teasing baby, circle your clit for me.” She doesn't hesitate, her fingers follow my command, circling her clit gently. “Caelum,” my name falls from her lips, a soft moan covering it. It sounds so pure on her tongue, so effortless. My cock hardens and I grunt, fighting the urge to devour her. My gaze lifts, meeting hers. “Hmm?” I retort, my hand undoing the buttons on my shirt. Aurora 's gaze drops to my chest, gazing at the inked bareness of it. Her name is tattooed on me, but I highly doubt she's noticed it, very few people do, they get too distracted by the sleeve or other tattoos on me to notice her marking tattooed on me. It was a drunk decision, but somehow I've never regretted it

"A scorpion." Mew only knew one person who had a scorpion tattoo in the crook of the neck, near the nape, almost reaching the ears. It was his second uncle! Impossible!

“Yeah.” He walked over to some lockers by the wall and dug inside it as I glanced around at the various equipment and pretended not to care he was using me strictly for sex. He sauntered over to me, still shirtless, and his pants hung low on his waist. I stared at the various tattoos scattered across his body. There were animals and shapes, numbers and names on his arm. A large guitar was on his left forearm. A large rose was on his abdomen, along with a couple birds appearing to fly away from it. He had a heart, along with several musical notes on his chest. A part of me longed to find out what each one meant, and the story behind it.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

A few more hours passed and finally, he was done, letting me relax my sore neck muscles from sitting straight for a long time. "It's done" my hand went to rub my front neck slightly before I let my hand fall on my collarbone. Neck a little tense from the bowing position. He holds a mirror in front of me and I turn my body to the side, looking at the new tattoo on my skin and I smile in contentment. "So pretty" I gape at the tattoo with admiration before my eyes gaze up to look at Vincenzo only to find him looking- okay no, staring hard at it, and if stare could kill, my skin would be burned by his stare.

My lips parted and an estranged scream tore out of me, “But some men will pay millions, maybe more for a taste of Adriano Vitale’s wife.” My stomach churned, acid rising up I my esophagus as I heaved. "Stop it!" “You’re getting a tattoo.” My eyes snapped open and my head jerked in his direction. “Around your neck.” He spoke, staring into my eyes but his fingers were wrapped around my neck. “Like a collar.” He paused, “My collar.” ***