Pretty Belly Button Tattoo Novels & Stories

But here… everything was perfect, incredible! I actually liked the design. It consisted of a beautiful, intricate ornament intertwined with flexible stems of some plants and flowers. Although there were no actual flowers—only closed buds, one of which stood out especially large. Looking myself over more carefully, I discovered another tattoo at the very bottom of my stomach, starting just below my belly button and trailing downward, crossing over my pubic area and… oh gods! Down there! What a scandal! And those buds again! Though honestly, in the overall design, it was actually quite pretty.

But using silver made the normal pain of getting a tattoo about a hundred times worse. And she didn't just have one cute little heart or flower on her belly. No, she had a stunning Phoenix nestled between her breasts, its wings fanning out over her pert mounds, but designed so that the flesh around her nipples was left untouched- looking as though they were peeking out alluringly from behind the bird. And if that were not enough visual titillation, the tail of the bird curled around the entire left side of her torso and flared out into beautiful swirls and tail feathers covering her belly. Like her nipples, the skin around her belly button was left untouched revealing an enticing belly butto

It's such a natural movement, I rest my hand on her hip and it feels like my heart has stopped beating. "You're getting a tattoo? Where?" My voice is soft now, surprisingly so and she opens her phone, showing me a picture of a woman's torso. The tattoo is tribal like mine, but running from under the boob, to the waist, then changing direction over her hip and down under the woman's underwear. "It's nice, but it's big." "Too big?" She glances at me, her eyes flickering all over my face, trying to judge my reaction.

she yells back, then pulls away from the curb. I watch her taillights disappear down the empty street, my stomach doing little flips. I’ve wanted this tattoo for months. A delicate vine of roses curling over my left hip bone. Something pretty and feminine and mine. Tonight feels perfect. The air is cool, the city quiet, and I’m finally doing it.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

“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.

His pleasurable moan as he spills into me shoots desire to my own lower core. “Evelyn…I….” His breathing is sharp as he pulls me back to him, tasting his own remnants on my lips. “Ssshh…we should head back…” I smile gently at him, letting him know words aren’t necessary at this very moment. He stands walking around me, giving me a full display of his well built ass. The tattoo on his back is never hard to miss, it covers from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, back rib to back rib. I’m still not sure it’s an angel or an eagle, it’s seems to be a mixture, but what does catch my eye is the name under one of the wings.

Author's POV "Was it surprised what the fuck or bad what the fuck?" He asked taking off his gloves. "No seriously" Bella looked at him shocked. "It's so beautiful and wow! I don't have any words... How did you do that." He smiled. "So you liked it." "Ofcourse... I loved it..." She said looking at the tattoo which started from her waist to mid thigh. "It's a queen" He said. "Flowers around her shows that she can be gentle and loving and the dagger in her hand shows that she can protect herself when it's necessary..."

Zella said, looking around Mike's room, her feet stepping forward deliberately closer to Mike's body. "My body is full of art, too. Do you want to see it?" Mike raised one eyebrow to look at Zella. "Show me." Zella moved her body away and saw Mike take off the black t-shirt on his body. Zella saw a rather large, blister-like scar under Mike's left rib. Mike also had a flower and butterfly tattoo under his right rib cage. He also likes a tribal tattoo on his chest. Zella's hand touched Mike's scar, and she was curious about the scar, which was quite large and left a mark.

I half expected it to be tattooed, as well. Brian's blonde followed after him, undressing in the same languid way. Her small, thin boobs were capped by nipples that were so light pink I could barely see them. The left had a barbell piercing in it and the metal glinted in the early sun. Her pussy was completely shaved. I noticed a tiny turquoise butterfly tattoo floating right above her mons. The two of them slipped into the hot tub, wordlessly. Brian knew better than to try sitting with Scarlett. Instead, he slunk across the tub, and settled between me and Carlos. He fixed his sunglasses as he sat down. His girl sat next to him on his far side.