Small Inner Bicep Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

“Th-that’s it. It’s perfect.” He pulls a marker out and holds my hand. “Start with the point of the blade here?” “Yeah.” He flicks the blue marker on my skin close to my wrist. “End of the blade here?” He holds the marker close to my skin. “Longer.” I nod as he slides the marker up my arm. “Right there.” He flicks the marker again, then draws a circle. “Then the rose will be about here.” “Perfect.” “Leni, you sure you want a tattoo that size on your forearm? It’s pretty big.”

His green eyes were black in the dim light. "Take off your shirt," I said. He pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was bare and I saw it. The tattoo. Over his heart. Little flower. In italics. Delicate and permanent, right over the place where his heartbeat was strongest. The ink was dark against his skin. The skin was raised slightly, the way tattoos were when they were healed.

Then in a blink of an eye his features became more relaxed and I too felt the tension leaving me as the burning sensation on my arm had all but disappeared. Hesitantly, we both looked down at our arms and we both had a matching tattoo like design that took up our forearms. There was a purple amethyst heart the size of a quarter dollar and there seemed to be echings in the stone...initials. Both the letters, B and D. The amethyst stone had a set of fairy wings on its sides. The wings were like a translucent silver that glistened by a simple move of our hands. There were fine lined gold beams of light coming off of the wings that sparkeled along with the silver. Once again it was a perfect com

he announced. I slowly left his waist and then my eyes fell on his bare waist and I was taken aback. My nails had dug so deep that it started bleeding. "I.. I'm sorry," I blurted out. He looked at his injuries and smiled. "It's nothing," he muttered. I nodded. After that, he sprayed a foam like liquid on my shoulder and wiped it off with a tissue, and post that, he made me look at my tattoo in the mirror. The moment I looked at the tattoo I went silent. It was a simple and minimalistic tattoo, but it looked beautiful in my shoulder. The tattoo had the lines of heat beating on an ecg machine and a heart shape drawn in the middle of it.

I loved that he didn’t shave or wax all the way… it seemed more manly to me, plus it was soft to the touch and I couldn’t wait to feel more. He had tattoos, but he wasn’t tatted out like I had expected from a biker. He had the Dogs of Fire logo on his inner forearm, and that same arm was sleeved up to his shoulder. The other arm was also sleeved, but ended at the elbow. Down his left side and slightly across his ribs was a black and white tattoo of the lily flower with the word “Lily” interwoven in the design.

“Listen Cheers, you let me inside you. You really going to flinch when I want to look at the goods.” He did make my attempts at modesty seem ridiculous. I groaned and rolled my eyes. Lowering the sheet so he could see. He fisted it lower down and ripped it off. “Dick.” I objected. He chuckled. “Not yet. But it’s on the way.” “Ha ha.” But in the light I noticed he had a masculine tribal tattoo wrapping a lean bicep. It had interlocking edges making it seem almost more like a celtic knot then a tribal.