Small Inner Bicep Tattoo Novels & Stories

I sighed as I removed my finger on my lip. I describe my tattoo to be a heart, not a love shape. A heart precisely, with a lock at the left ventricle. I described the lock to be the one you see on a door handle, where your key fits in. I added the heart should be in red ink and the lock darkened to create a real image. Then 'Bunny' should be written in calligraphy at the bottom side of the heart. "You know, that would require more lines on your skin, yeah?" the tattooist responded.

My little escape for the night to be with my number one rebel partner, Ben. I padded across the room toward my dresser, opening a jar of lotion. The subtle scent of vanilla filled the air as I trailed my fingers over my arms, rubbing the cream in absentmindedly. My gaze landed on the small mirror propped on the corner of the dresser, catching a glimpse of the intricate tattoo curling along my collarbone. The mark. My mark. With a soft smile, I turned to face the mirror more fully, letting the towel slip just enough to reveal the dark, swirling design etched into my skin. I traced the lines with my fingertip, marveling at how something so permanent could appear so delicate.

Some time later, when their breathing had steadied, Marcus reached under the bed and pulled out a small tattoo kit. "Spread your legs for me," he said, his voice low and commanding. Alex parted his thighs without hesitation, his heart racing with anticipation as Marcus worked with careful focus, applying black ink in simple block letters that would forever mark him as owned. Owned by #47892 The tattoo settled high on the inside of the right thigh, close enough to the groin that it would remain hidden unless the legs were deliberately spread. The needle stung in sharp little bites, making Alex bite his lip and breathe through the pain while Marcus kept one hand wrapped loosely around Alex's c

But everything about this guy created an internal buzz I couldn't ignore. Randomly, my finger snaked beneath the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the entirety of a Chinese symbol inked on his bicep. It was the same one I'd noticed at the DC. "What does your tattoo mean?" I had to scream for him to hear me and met his eyes again in question. He replied, "Mighty Mouse," with a sexy grin and a glimmer in his eye right before he offered me a quick wink. He was playing with me, and for some reason, I found it endearing.

I was shocked how much the small tattoo affected me, the beautiful white rose a reminder of all things pure and decent contrasted by the red banner crossing the stem bearing the words 'bad girl. "Gage. What's wrong?" Scarlet moved into a sitting position. She smiled at the technician as she glanced over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse. "Thank you." "The redness will go away in a day or two," the technician said as he pointed toward a mirror in the corner. "Hand mirror over there if you'd like to see. Looks nice on you." I couldn't take my eyes off the fresh ink, the mark located just below her hip. "We need to get back. Nothing's wrong."

It was a strange little circle on my wrist with a star in the middle, like a faint tattoo. It was emitting a soft, green glow.

I lean closer to read it, my eyes widening in surprise. “Did you…” “Yup.” She says, tapping her ass as she spins back around to me. Property of Royce Arden That’s what the tattoo on her right butt cheek has written on it. The tattoo is small no longer than 4cm. Mine… And it’s a copy of my signature… It looks fucking good. “You don’t know how much I wish I was there with you right now, so I can show you exactly how I plan to take care of what’s mine.” I almost growl, trying to control the hunger I have for her.

I lean down to kiss the budding rose where my mark on her skin begins. “I haven’t seen it. Yours is so big.” She fingers the inky black pattern that encircles my bicep and winds like a vine, down to my wrist. I felt it spreading down my back and over my chest as it formed and was relieved Luca had left so much space when he did my tattoo. “It’s not black.” She looks taken aback as she glances down at herself. “Why is it like that? Did something go wrong?”

The water hits my back at just the right temperature and I move my hand over my back but then I move my hand to my wrist. I look at it with a sad smile on my face when I see the tattoo I'd gotten. It is an infinity tatoo , in the infinity are two butterflies on either side each one representing the each family member I lost . And the only one I had well that was until my uncle and aunt lived with me in ghe mansion and treated me like their own.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.