Small Inner Bicep Tattoo Novels & Stories

Then he gets up from the stool and starts taking off his shirt. I freeze. What’s he doing? I watch him pull the fabric off over his head, and my mouth falls open again. Sure, I’ve seen him shirtless. But I’ve just seen tattoos as a whole. Now, I’m seeing the details. Different types of tattoos. I look up at him, my voice a whisper. “You got tattoos?” He smiles softly. “I... uh... I got this one when I turned ten.” He says, pointing to a small, intricate tattoo of a glass vase situated just below his left nipple.

"She needs a small, single-letter tattoo. Very personal. Very delicate. Immediate appointment preferred. We're on a tight schedule." I stepped forward, dropping a couple of shopping bags into a chair, "I need an 'A'," I clarified, trying to sound as casual as if I were ordering a latte, "Small, elegant, black ink. And," I lowered my voice, "it needs to be done somewhere very, very discreet."

He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, and the fact that he was carrying a bunch of treats means he not only has animals, but he must care about them, which instantly makes someone more attractive in my eyes. He has tattoos on his left bicep, just barely peeking out from the under the sleeve of his shirt. Sinking onto my bed, I pull my tank top off, totally not thinking about whether or not those tattoos go up his arm, over his shoulder, and down his chest. Which, of course, is firm and muscular.

Wife gets a tattoo and more. Enjoy.. ********** My wife Tabi and I were talking about girls getting tattoos. She was saying how she didn't think she would want something permanent. She was certain that she didn't want anything permanent that someone could see. I personally think tiny tattoos strategically placed are cute and sexy on petite girls. She agreed but not certain she wants to take the chance of changing her mind later. She also wasn't sure she wanted a tattoo artist drawing the tattoo on her body in a place that wouldn't be seen even when she is wearing a bikini.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

We had plenty of time to get ready for school. I turned and placed both hands, crossing them on top of his chest. His arm was above his head, tucked behind his head, giving me a perfect view of the inside of his tattoo. It was an engraving that said 'She's the beauty that calms the beast in me.' I smiled, running my hands through the wrinkled sheer that covered his fresh tattoo. I wanted to look at the rest and I slowly ran my hand over his arm. Running my fingers in a feather like motion across his arm, making him grunt in return.

The door to Room 244 is ajar, and when I push it open a little wider, I find the handyman inside, working on the window. For a moment, I just stand there watching. His cheap T-shirt is thin enough that I can see the muscles of his back shift as he moves his arm. I didn't notice it before, but there's a dark tattoo circling his right bicep. I wonder how many more he has hidden beneath his clothes. I place my hand on the door, swinging it all the way open, and he turns. The surprise in his eyes shifts quickly to pleasure.

Well now she wasn't just going clubbing, she would get a tattoo too and maybe even fuck the tattoo artist if he was up for it. “What are you getting today?” Mike asked in a gravelly voice and that made her thighs squeeze together. She swallowed, holding up a crumpled photo of a butterfly tattoo “Something small. Just here.” She touched the side of her ribs, right under her breast. His gaze followed her hand, lingering just a little too long on the propped up boobs, before meeting her eyes again. “That’s a sensitive spot. You sure you can handle it?” Jane smirked. “I can handle a lot, actually.”

“You're not training with Dane today. Neither with Napoli, nor will you practice Muay Thai with Collins. He tossed his black jacket to the side and for the first time I got a glimpse of his biceps and discovered that he has tattoos on one of his arms. They look like Egyptian hieroglyphs, letters and a compass. I always kept in mind the numbers that she has tattooed on her fingers, but my fascination with it made me ignore them all this time so as not to lose my temper. I find that detail very attractive, but now that I see it... I don't know how I'm going to control myself.

When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo of a barn owl on his left bicep, and he’d had them weave in the letter S on its wing. Leaning in closer, I slide the sleeve of his t-shirt up so I can see it, making him laugh around his forkful of casserole. Every time I see it, it makes my heart skip a beat. The muscled bicep certainly doesn’t hurt. I trace my finger along the S and feel his body still next to mine.