My Tattoo Itches So Bad Novels & Stories

Her eyes wandered back to the captured man and she could see him lying on the hard floor, not moving an inch. It took Aella a moment to realise that her tattoo was burning. She flinched as the pain registered, like a thousand angry stinging hornets. She moved from the verandah and went back into the room, dashing to her mirror and pulling down the strap of her dress until her left shoulder was exposed. She gaped as she saw her crescent tattoo. The black ink that had been used to draw it on had turned red and was glowing. The surrounding skin around the tattoo was reddish and burning too. She rubbed it frantically with her palm, but the pain did not stop.

"Who are you?" He just smiled instead of replying to me. "Ms. Horton, this isn't a tattoo. Don't worry! But this ink can't be washed off. Only a special solution I mix can remove it! Without the solution, it would take at least a month for your skin cells to regenerate... You don't want your husband to find out you have a butterfly tattoo here, do you?"

he called jerking back, he looked surprised yet shocked, at my outburst, I was too, but it felt so painful when he touched it, the tattoo on my nape felt more like a curse on me every passing day “ for over six fucking months I can’t even touch you because you flinch so much when I touch your nape, can you tell me what the hell is wrong with you? You say you want me yet you haven’t given yourself to me? You do not want to give me your virginity? And now you always flinch at me!” he roared to me, his features scrunched up in annoyance, but how was I to explain to him that I had a tattoo I was imprinted with?

~ URIEL ~ I envisioned and felt a thick line on his hairy skin, the tattoo on his large upper arm using the tip of my fingers to know what it looked and to know what it felt like before I took it off him and finally I knew what to do. I gave a deep sigh and closed my eyes for a moment before getting on with my job. I stretched out my hand to the Picolazer beside me from the long stool and clasped it to get on with my work when the muscular bulky bastard lying on the high tattoo bed winced in pain. I paused and looked at him for a second, even though I couldn't see him, before getting back to what I was doing when he did it again. I was getting annoyed at this point. I just wanted to get this

~ Ivy ~ *AFTER 45 minutes* My eyes were burning from continuous crying and my throat was hurting. I laid there sweating and panting as the man finished tattooing and got up to leave. The pain made my head spin, and I immediately touched the plastic bandage on my legs slightly. I wanted to put ice on it, to stop the burning sensation. I felt a shadow hovering above me. I flinched as he caressed my bare waist. His hands were rough unlike Peter's hands.

I kept at it, calling out whenever I had the breath, hoping desperately that someone would hear. Almost an hour later, I was exhausted and uncomfortable in ways I hadn't thought possible. My thighs were itching, probably from insect bites or contact with some plant. My neck was itching too, and I couldn't scratch any of it. Being paralyzed was annoying enough without adding unscratchable itches to the mix. 'This is it. This is my personal hell. Not fire and brimstone, just eternal itching I can't reach. Satan's really gotten creative with the torment options.'

So, she reasoned, the description didn’t fit her situation. She also came across a site stating that someone with a tattoo that suddenly appears was one destined to have great power. For a small fee she could even get a reading from a genuine psychic who would tell her what she needed to do to tap into the power. She had discovered nothing relevant for burning tattoos except that her skin may be allergic to the ink used. Her spur of the moment search for “burning self-appearing tattoos” was a bust as well.

"Twenty laps around the rink. Last one finished buys drinks for everyone." Twenty laps. I can do twenty laps. But as we started running, the friction from my clothes against my inflamed skin became unbearable. Every step sent waves of itching sensation through my body, and I found myself unconsciously scratching at my arms through my sleeves. Don't scratch. Don't draw attention. Just keep running. By lap ten, I was practically writhing as I ran, trying desperately to find relief without being obvious about it. The itching had spread to my back, my chest, everywhere the potion had touched.

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

Taking me by surprise, that her tattoo was freaking glowing in the dark It glowed just like the color of her hair, violet, like her name. It bathe her face with some ethereal glow. I was kinda mesmerized staring at it. She does look like a goddess. I didn’t realize that I have been staring on her face for a quite longer than I intended.