Pretty Belly Button Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her fashion sense was also impeccable. She wore a deep red crop top with a dangerously low neckline. Tight. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra; her breasts were firm and pointed. She had on low-waist ripped jeans that hugged the curve of her thighs, enhancing her pear-shaped figure. A thin, glistening waist chain—one that seemed too big for her small waist—hung over her hips. The pearl teal-colored ring on her belly button suited her pale skin. My eyes caught the wing tattoo on her lower abdomen, almost as if it sat right above her crotch.

Simple. For today, the plan was simple, to get a tattoo on the back maybe on her shoulder blades, something small feminine but cool. It was first and something she was really excited about since she wanted the tattoo on the back, she chose a light yellow playsuit with a button on the back, so when she gets it. It doesn’t become awkward.

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

I hear Tatum say. "Yes it is." I say as I continue looking up at the sky. " I wasn't talking about the moon." I hear Tatum whisper in my ear. I instantly feel my heart start to race. I look down and quickly move to the side and turn around. I look at Tatum suddenly realizing he's shirtless. The tattoo that always peeks out above his suit collar spans down his neck to his shoulder, chest, and side. Its beautiful tribal design holds many details as the lines cross over in every direction. I suddenly realize I'm staring and feel my cheeks flush.

Her hips are curvy, her small perky boobs are round and firm, her abs are defined and her waist is trim. Never in my wildest dream have I dreamt of having such a nice figure. With a hair of fiery red, bright blue eyes, a few freckles on my cheeks, long eyelashes and full lips, I look cute and sexy at the same time. It feels unreal. I turn around to get a view of my new back through the mirror. I let out a gasp, my eyes wide. There's a huge butterfly tattoo right there and beaneath it are scars. So many scars. The sight of them makes me sob. It must have hurt so bad.

She moans, arching her chest on me, and I suck her sweet tit, flickering my tongue on her nipple. “Oh, god, Bash.” Her raspy voice encourages me more. I do the same to her other tit while I pinch her other nipple with my fingers, then I run my tongue in the valley of her tits from up down her flat abdomen. She squirms underneath, gasping and curling her toes. A soft moan slips her mouth. I run my tongue in a circular motion on her belly button, leaving kisses on her exposed abdomen, and that’s when I notice my name tattooed on her left hip.

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

The dress is a spaghetti strap that has a slit between my breasts that connects to the sheer fabric at the stomach area, showing off my sexy lotus flower tattoo that is on my ribs. The dress has a slit that reaches my mid-thigh and the back lace cross along my back like a shoe lace with a knot tied at my lower back, showing off my smooth skin. This is definitely more sexy than my parents would care for, but I am hoping I can get Aspen to change his mind. I know he is the one for me.

Gerald grunted before stepping out of the tent. I pulled myself off the recliner and glanced around the tent. Situated in the corner was an old antique mirror, the kind that could turn and flip. I supposed some things didn’t change. I approached the mirror with my hands firmly clasped over my chest and turned. My jaw dropped to the floor as I took in the image on my back. I had thought the tattoo would be small, or at least small enough to be unassuming. I had expected a tattoo that sat just below my shoulder, but this had exceeded all of my expectations. Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix.

Kristrin forewarned. I sighed hearing his words. "I mean it Bella, a belly button piercing shows that your willing to allow someone intimate access to your navel which should only be me....Did you give Sebastian or anyone for that matter the intention that you'd allow them access...." I immediately cut Kristrin off before he could continue.