My Tattoo Itches So Bad Novels & Stories

“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.

It was at that very moment that I seemed to fall under a spell, constantly finding excuses to return to Henry’s studio. But I lacked courage, and with my strict upbringing, I had never dared to cross the line. Until this time. I subconsciously reached out and touched my lower back, where a faint itch and sting lingered. The last time the tattoo had scabbed over, I had missed him too much and couldn’t find an excuse to come, so I had forcibly picked at the scab before it had healed.

Gore scratched at his neck, ever since Harlow bit him the other day, he had a burning, itchy sensation in the spot. He didn't understand why, but all he knew was that it was more intense whenever he showered with hot water. "When did you get a tattoo?" Derek ran his finger by Gore's neck. Gore flinched away from him. "Now why in the hell would you even touch me like that?" "Because of the tattoo on your neck."

I honestly never cared much, but I know that every time I use too much power in a day, the tattoo glows red, which causes me a lot of pain—like now. I have to kneel and put my bare shoulders against the tiles; otherwise, I risk falling. I scream in pain that provokes me. I place my nails on my right arm, and the smell of blood enters my nostrils. I continue like this for fifteen minutes, and then the pain subsides, leaving only slight discomfort.

Ever had told me she owned a tattoo parlor, but for some reason, I never anticipated she would have tattoos, primarily because pure silver extract had to be added to the ink. Otherwise, our bodies would reject the ink and heal around it. But using silver made the normal pain of getting a tattoo about a hundred times worse.

So long as I made sure to be careful with my next for the next couple of days then I should be alright. Everyone seemed to crowd around me as I stepped off the slightly elevated platform where the work bed had been. One question was hurled at me after another. The main general question that seemed to circulate was about whether the tattoo had hurt or not, to which I replied: 'Not really, it just stings which is irritating rather than painful.'

“So you were thinking why I got tats?” “Does it hurt?” “It fucking hurt. Though they will give you topical anesthesia, try Irezumi or Batok.” “Why do people enjoy pain?” “Sometimes people endure physical pain to numb the pain inside. The one untreatable by pain medication.” “I wanna get a tattoo.” “Why?” He was quick to ask me. “Just a small tattoo like a script.” “No tattoo while you’re still pregnant.” “Oh, I forgot.” I hid my smile. “Come here, baby.”

But it was impossible to ignore how close we were. Every time I leaned in to shade a tricky curve near the center of his ribs, my breasts dragged across his skin. My thighs were pressed against the edge of the chair, and I kept having to shift closer, practically draping myself over him. “Fuck…” he groaned when I hit a sensitive spot. The sound went straight between my legs. I wiped the excess ink away, my gloved fingers lingering on his heated skin. “Does it hurt too much?” “Not the tattoo,” he said, voice dropping lower. “It’s the way you’re rubbing those pretty tits all over me that’s driving me crazy.”

He chuckled. "Can I get a another tattoo?" She asked while he stood up, her legs were still wrapped around his waist as he carried her towards their bedroom. "On my collar bone... And on back of my neck... And ankle.... And i want one below my chest too..." Alexander placed on the bed. "One at a time, babe..." "Why?" She whined. "Because we need to see how Ink is reacting with your body... You are already sensitive to allergies..." He slide down beside her and pulled her on his chest.