Pretty Belly Button Tattoo Novels & Stories

They add so much pleasure, it's not even funny! Ok, now you know the ins and outs of my bosom. Let's get to the rest of me. My belly is quite flat, and I have the world's tiniest little belly button. I can barely fit my pinky finger in the thing! But that's ok. I've had plenty of compliments about that, too! To the point where it's rare for me to be seen in public without showing it off.

That would actually make a kick-ass tattoo. “And this one?” He pressed his lips to the black scorpion tattoo on the upper swell of her left breast. She refocused. “I thought it’d be funny to have a deadly insect crawling out of my bra.” “What about this one?” He traced the large blue starburst pattern surrounding her belly button. “I designed it when Skylar decided to leave the rat race in California and turn her hobby into a business.” Her belly rippled when his thumb brushed over the design and the jewel dangling from her navel.

Memories of biting her there just a few days ago flooded his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of remorse. A beautiful woman with a heartbeat tattoo on her collarbone exudes an air of subtle allure. A small heart was at the end with an open space. The tattoo was small but enough to melt any person to devour her with love. Her collarbone is delicately defined, drawing attention to the intricate tattoo. The design features a lifelike heartbeat line, elegantly rendered in dark ink, mirroring the rhythm of her own heart. The tattoo adds a touch of mystique to her appearance, symbolizing the vitality and passion that reside within her. As her heartbeat flutters beneath the inke

He flashed a grin when he imagined Alexander hilarious reaction and rants with his horror look today. Just then Ash noticed that his shirt slightly rode up and he could see the strips of his flawless tanned skin there. He raised his eyebrow when he noticed that Alexander didn't have a belly button. It was strange but at the same time it was so damn sexy. Just then along on his right hip he could see some black inked mark across his back. He leaned closer to see what the tattoo was all about when he felt the hand on his waist tightened around him.

He was shirtless and I didn't want to peek at his back knowing it would hurt him to see his scars and so I settled for staring at him from the front. Damn! Cora exclaimed as I carefully lowered myself to the ground to sit, drooling over his bare torso and the tattoos that peeked from his sides, they were drawn in such a way that his abs to the lower part of his chest were untouched with ink. He had tattoos below his belly button and a few on his pecs and I regretted not being able to make out the outlines of the drawings.

I said, accepting her call on FaceTime. "You're just jealous you can't stand getting a tattoo. " She drawls. "Anywayyyy. Check out my tattoo." She lifts up her tank top. There's a large butterfly there with little Rs attached to the sides. "Butterflies indicate new beginnings," she beamed like she told me. Normally, butterflies would look hella childish, but the way the tattoo artist did it made it look nice. "It's beautiful." "I know, right." She put her shirt down, sitting right in front of the desk she put her laptop. "You should get one too." She lowers her voice. "After everything."

As it is I’m willing to settle for a simple white dress, no shoes, our baby bump and the tattoo…. Aneesa twined her arms around Sebastian’s neck and arched into him. ‘Do you know,’ she said a little unsteadily, because she felt emotional at the thought of ‘our baby bump’ and also because Sebastian’s hand was exploring between her legs, ‘that when I have the tattoo done they’ll write your name within the design and you won’t be allowed to sleep with me till you find it….’ ‘Well, then, tell them to make it small and hard to find because I’m going to enjoy making you beg for mercy and curse their artistic ingenuity.’

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.