Spank Me Tattoo Mga Nobela at Kwento

His entire torso and chest is covered in beautiful, black and grey tattooed patterns, each one so detailed in their design. “Do you like what you see Goddess?” he asks when he catches me looking. “Yes, very much,” I reply without thinking and feel a sharp sting across my backside. My first spanking and I'm hoping it won't be my last. “Yes, what?” He prompts me and I smile back at him, not wanting to say it because I enjoyed my punishment. “Unless you want to be spanked again?” “The spanking please sir,” I beg him and he chuckles but obligeses to my request, spanking me harder than before. “Thank you, sir.”

I'm eighteen and think Jeremy needs a tattoo date with me. "What do you want to get? I'm always down for a tattoo." Do I really want to get a tattoo? What should I get? "A sparrow. It would be in all black ink. I would get it on my right forearm." I point to my forearm and show Jeremy exactly how big I want my tattoo to be. "I think I would get a semi-colon. On my left wrist," Jeremy says.

The tattooist reached over and wiped away traces of blood that still oozed from her skin. "I love it!" said Jean as stepped off of the barber chair. The modesty towel fell away in her haste, and she she stood viewing her body in the full length mirror wearing only her panties. She'd really only intended to get a small tattoo on the back of her shoulder, but this seemed much bolder and more defiant. Like it or not, it was hers now, and only hers, forever. Tempted to touch it, she reached her fingers to her chest, only to be stopped by the 'tut-tutting' of the tattoo artist. Jean glanced at him watching her in the mirror. Was it too soon? She'd just had a bad breakup from a long relationship a

Ink bottles shake on the shelves. “Yes. Yes. Pound me,” I cry. He grabs my hair, pulls my head back gentle. “Good little client,” he growls. “Coming back for more.” “All yours,” I moan. “Fuck me harder.” He spanks my ass sharp. Once. Twice. Again and again until it’s red and stinging. “Take it,” he says. “Take my cock.” I push back, meeting every thrust. “Spank me more. I love it.”

Mirrors everywhere, reflecting my collared neck. "Strip and sit, whore." He pointed to the chair. I obeyed, clothes pooling on the floor. Naked, I climbed on, legs in the stirrups like a gyno visit. He strapped my ankles and wrists down, spreading me wide. Pussy exposed, already wet from the restraint. "Good girl. Uncle's gonna tattoo his initials low on your mound. Permanent claim." He prepped the gun, ink black and thick. Dipped the needle, buzz starting low.

“I will tie you up and spank you. I'll spank you harder and make you scream until you beg me to stop for thinking I’d ever want another woman besides you.” I swallowed hard as shiver ran down my spine. His words, the tone of his voice and the feral look in his eyes made me want him to do everything he said even though it sounded dangerous. Confusing arousal rocketed through me, leaking out of my pussy. Tearing his eyes away from our intense gaze, he grunted and matched towards the door. I couldn’t help but notice a broad Raven tattooed on the back of his neck, which made me wonder if it was of a significant to him.

she looked at Nyx’s sleeve of tattoos. “Yes, and she really doesn’t like my black hair.” “What does it say?” Precious pointed to a tattoo on Nyx’s forearm. “It says best friends forever and says Famke underneath it.” “You have Famke’s name on your arm?” Precious eyes were huge. “She has my name on her butt.” Nyx grinned at her earning a squeal from the child. “I do not,” Famke shoved her playfully. “It’s on my leg.” “You have a tattoo?” Precious was clearly intrigued and flabbergasted Famke would have such a thing, her laughter immediately stopped.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, dominant/submissive dynamics, rough sex, pain/pleasure dynamics. 18+ only. Maya had been thinking about this appointment for seven days straight. Seven days since she'd walked into Ash Kane's tattoo shop for a consultation. Seven days since she'd shown him the delicate mandala design she wanted inked on her inner thigh....high up, dangerously close to her pussy. Seven days since his dark eyes had traveled slowly up her body before meeting hers with a knowing smirk.

“And you know you like when I claim you. This is just... permanent.” “Permanent?” My voice cracked like a teenager’s. I was laughing but it wasn’t funny, this chaotic mix of oh-shit and why-is-this-turning-me-on. “You’re insane. Certifiable. I let you cuff me and eat my ass and now you want to tattoo me? What’s next, a collar? A fucking brand?”

My short skirt clings to my ass perfectly, showing off my long legs, and my top stretches over my boobs. My make-up is flawless, as always, but when I see my blue eyes glowing, I freeze. Why the hell is my beast close to the surface now? It can't be just because I'm annoyed? I have more control than that… I'm sure I do. I shake my head and focus on my new tattoo. Honestly, it hurt like hell. The artist had to use a silver needle and ink mixed with wolfsbane to stop it from healing, but it was definitely worth it.