Small Inner Bicep Tattoo Novels & Stories

he whispered while roaming his hand across her big butts, which were clothed in a tight pantie. "Mr Josh!" One of the guards called out, and he snapped out of his act. "Oops! My bad. I'm sorry. "I was taken away by her lustful body." He complained and got to work. Picking up his mini tattoo machine, he sat down on a tall chair close to her and began his work. He began to draw the vipers logo on the left lap of her body, which is the body of a red shining snake with the name "vipers" in the belly spot of the snake; however, he decorated it with a touch of blue.

I can feel the smirk on his face pressing into my jaw. He had my back facing the mirror and I turn my head, my face smushed into his, cheek to cheek. I see a big ass bite mark on my back! It went from shoulder to shoulder and dips down in between my shoulder blades, like the bottom half of a circle. There was a big dark green toothprint on my right shoulder with three smaller tooth marks and some type of lavender angel figure in the middle? I'm not sure, followed by three small black marks and a large black toothprint on my left shoulder. It looks like a tricolor tattoo of a beastly bite mark and I kinda like it. It looks as if it's healing.

Lima clasped our joined hands and her lips quivered as if she were chanting something. I watched in fascination as wisps of blue light emerged from her fingertips and seeped into my skin. Warm tingles arose on the back of my hand, travelling all over my shoulders. Similar wisps but of a different color crept along Alexander’s arm, like minute creepers winding around a branch. A sudden jolt made me withdraw my hand, my gaze landing on my wrist. A small tattoo had appeared right below my thumb. My lips curved into a smile as I brushed my fingertips over the pattern with three vines and a tiny flower in between.

As I subconsciously laid a hand on my breasts, long fingers and short trimmed nails became visible. My arms still looked a little thin. There didn't seem to be any excess flab at my waist or hips. At about five-four, I wish I was taller. A unicorn-shaped tattoo laid at the side of my butt. It was crazy at first, exposing that particular part of the human anatomy to some needle-wielding stranger but at last, peer pressure conquered it all.

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.

“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.

My fingers ached to explore the sculpted lines, the subtle indentations, to trace the hidden contours of his body, to delve into the unspoken depths of his soul. I reached out, my hand drawn as if by an invisible force, my fingertips lightly tracing the intricate tattoo that adorned his right bicep. The inked design, a complex tapestry of swirling lines and ancient symbols, stood out in stark relief against the rich, bronze tone of his skin. He shivered slightly at the delicate touch, a subtle, involuntary response that sent a thrilling jolt of awareness coursing through me, a tangible sign of the power I held over him. I lingered on the intricate pattern, following the sweeping lines and in

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

I smiled again when I stared at his tattoo and finally understood the word written, but still on the inside of his arm and around the word laid different patterns, intertwined together and covering the real skin underneath. I let my finger wander, curiously tracing the unknown complicated patterns. I started from the inside of his arm, where his elbow is and then I went down, midway through my little discovery, and I paused my finger's movement when I felt a small bump under my fingertips. It was barely noticeable and confusingly, I let my finger go back, running over it again, and trying to understand what it is.

Andre is staring daggers at him and I finally see it. The tattoo. The tiny baby tattoo with an alphabetical A beneath it It's just like mine.