Spine Beautiful Female Back Tattoos Novels & Stories

Her back is turned to me and her body is hidden behind the glass, but the view from here is still enough to drive any man fucking insane. Any man? I want to strangle the life out of any man that’s ever seen this. The curve of that back. Her round, soft-looking ass. That tiny waist. Jesus Christ. That tattoo. Just when I think Brynn couldn’t possibly get any sexier, I’m proven wrong. She has a tattoo on her spine; tiny writings that I can’t make out, but I imagine staring at them when I fuck her from behind. God, the image that’s starting to form in my head nearly brings me to my climax and I haven’t even touched myself yet.

He turned to get his clothes from the dresser and froze. Bianca was asleep on the bed, and his new roommate slept in the nude. She was on her side, back to him. Her ass was as perfectly shapely as he'd thought last night, but her back... that was the real shocker. Her entire back was covered in a tattoo. Starting just below her waist were flames rising up, above her left buttock was a cathedral in flames, above the right a forest ablaze both images rising up almost to her ribs. Between them was a Phoenix rising from the ashes, its wings outstretched running up to her shoulder blades, its head was looking to the left, body wreathed in the flames that were consuming the forest and cathedral. H

More? Jenny grabs Sarah’s hand to take her dancing. I follow them, and I see her clothes for the first time. Her jeans are stuck to her ass deliciously, and I have to take double-check to figure out her top. It has an open back, with a choker kind of neck. She has a back tattoo, and I can see it clearly, even in the dark. Small moon tattoos, one under the other on the line of her spine. Each moon has a different shape, with the same white and silver coloring. They shine through the darkness. It is beautiful. I can’t wait to check it out from closer. I want to see every detail.

Her blue abductor was shirtless, and while she'd assumed him muscled, the reality of it was jarring to say the least-not to mention crotch wetting. Penny squished her thighs together as tight as she could so the moisture seeping between her nether lips wouldn't be apparent. Her brief glimpse of his front was burnt into her retinas-rippled abs, flat, dark blue nipples, and a light dusting of hair that led down his chest to his tapered waist. His back, also muscled, was just as attractive when he turned. She found herself riveted by the sight of a black, swirling tattoo on his back. "What's the tattoo on your back stand for?" she asked.

She smiled at her dog before throwing the covers back. My indignation that she went from jerking me off to not went poof at the sight of her naked body as she got out of my bed. Hard to be angry when I’m looking at that ass. And holy shit, she has a tattoo I didn’t notice before. I mean, it’s on her back, so of course, I didn’t see it the first time I stripped her naked, and last night I was busy eating her pussy. “I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” I commented, leaning across the bed to lightly touch the orange, black, red, and white butterfly where one wing became a cluster of small white flowers with bright yellow centers on her back over her spine.

Her vision was dim, revealing a grayish-white ceiling. "Aauuwww!” Sharlynn forced herself to her feet, holding her head. Perhaps her head was still throbbing from last night's hangover. She blinked her eyes, trying to clear the fog that covered them. At the same time, she smelled the spicy scent of soap. Sharlynn sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the sturdy back, covered with eagle-shaped tattoos that spread to fill the figure's arms and hands. The girl swallowed her saliva harshly, half shuddering in horror but enjoying the athletic body shape with the sexy protruding buttocks.

My previous mate didn’t inspire this level of dominance or protectiveness. Strange, since she was a wolf and Jasmine isn’t. “Shirt off,” I order. And once she’s ripped the tank off, I add, “Spread those legs for me, baby. You’ve got a hard fucking coming now.” She lets out a strangled smile and spreads her thighs wider. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn beautiful in my life. She has more butterflies tattooed at the base of her spine, spreading across her hips and then ascending on a diagonal to the shoulder tattoo. I remember the tattoos from last time, but they strike me anew.

However, she could not see the tattoo on her back. Blair turned on the room lights, took his phone, and snapped a picture for her. “Look.” Mable looked to find that the tattoo on her back was a peach blossom tree in full bloom.

I close my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me, though I’m hyperaware of every movement he makes. “Done?” I ask softly, opening my eyes when the water rinses the soap from my hair. “Not quite,” he murmurs, turning his back to me as he ducks under the spray. It’s then that I notice the tattoos covering his body—not just the ones I’ve seen on his arms and chest, but the massive dragon that spans his entire back. The design is mesmerizing, the dragon’s tail curling around his lower back and its wings stretching wide across his back.

It was then that I noticed the ink. A tattoo ran the length of her spine, and symbols were etched into her flesh in a neat vertical line from the nape of her neck to her tailbone. It was unexpected, a stark contrast to her otherwise innocent appearance. I leaned in, tracing a finger over the black ink. “Now, what’s this?” I mused aloud, my finger tracing the design.