Sternum Between Breast Tattoos Novels & Stories

At least he had a shirt on that day. Then something caught my eye. On his left pec, near his heart, there was now a tattoo. Unconsciously I stepped forward so I could get a closer, better look at the newly designed tattoo. It was the name 'Baby B' in cursive italics. Under the name were two red roses in the form of an 'x'. My fingers were itching to touch the newly done tattoo but I knew better.

Squeezing firmly on my right breast, I let out a little cry as I gripped the nipples between my forefingers and thumbs and began tweaking my rock-hard nipple. "I seriously do have a great rack." I laughed as I looked down at the girls; they were large and perky and fell just in the right place. I had a tattoo; it was some sort of mandala tattoo that sat perfectly between my breasts. A chain followed the curve under my boobs with little gems and flowers trailing off it. It was cute, very impulsive and not at all my style, but I had to admit as the water trailed over my body and fell from my enthusiastic tits. I rocked that, too!

“Very well. Why don’t I spar with you? Let’s see if you walk that talk. If you manage to drop me on my ass, then I’ll call you boss for one week.” She smirks evilly and steps forward. Her chin and head are raised high in defiance as she glowers at me. A frown mars my face as I wonder what she’s playing at but then she takes off her t-shirt and remains only in a tiny as fuck sports bra. What the fuck? Her breasts are almost spilling out of that thing and she has a butterfly tattoo on top of her right breast. Suddenly my mind goes blank and all I can do is stare at her chest that was carved to perfection. Damn... she's fine.

The sensation of her around me, combined with the sting of the tattoo, sends an overwhelming rush of pleasure through me. With each careful stroke of the needle, she traces a new design onto my chest. The symbol, unique and powerful, reflects the merging of our lives. Her concentration is intense, but I can see the love in her eyes, feel it in the way her body moves against mine. This mark isn’t just for the world to see; it’s a testament to us—our bond, our passion, our forever.

Avery started to say as I walked passed him towards the table in here where I had previously placed my phone on. “No, thank you. I love my skin flawless, yours looks so cool though.” I said as I started to turn back around towards him. He was still yet to wear the white shirt and my eyes zeroed in on the tattoo onbe again. It was drawn in a way that it almost went over his left breast bone, and over the top of it as well. It looked really wild and cool, even though I couldn’t really make out the image he had on, “It’s not completed yet, you won’t be able to understand it yet until it gets completed.” He started to say and I lifted my eyes off his chest to stare into his face before starting

My breath hitched as I caught sight of it in the mirror he pulled out of my bag—a faint yet intricate design swirling across my collar bone, glowing faintly silver before settling into a deep, ink-like black. The tattoo was mesmerizing, an elegant crescent moon at its core, its curves etched with delicate runes that seemed ancient and alive. Surrounding the crescent, fine lines branched out like veins, forming patterns resembling intertwining vines and stars, as though the night sky itself had been imprinted onto my skin. The vines wrapped gently outward, framing the crescent in an intricate lattice of beauty and mystery, their edges tapering off just shy of my collarbone. At the crescent’s

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

Completely naked and with a weak smile on his whitish lips, he pulls the last spl of the plastic sweater and exposes all the rest of the tattooed skin above the bandage on his waist. The drawings engraved on your shapely arms begin in the pectoral muscles with a fusion of messages in different languages, spirals and lines, flowing in a connection with musical notes, stars and rays through your right shoulder to your wrist. On the other side, the head of an open-mouthed Chinese dragon has its syrup outlined on its left shoulder. Among the pigmentation of drawings, there is a skin band with shy black curls separating them.

But as I continued to delve deeper, my stomach was a knot of nerves and the fear that this could become Liam’s reality, hurt me painfully. Another hour had passed before the window opened and Liam entered, clad only in a pair of joggers, something that told me he had shifted. Water trickled down his chiselled abs and into the band of his pants, making my heart beat wildly. My gaze ran over his body, but it was the tattoo on his left breast that caught my eye. Along with the compass and the symbols, there was a bird, a raven. My heart thundered as Liam turned away quickly, as if realising what I was looking at. He walked into his closet, reappearing in a T-shirt.

he warned. "Nate," she mimicked. She eased him onto his back and sprawled over him, resting her chin on his breastbone. "You have a tattoo on your chest. It's not like the patterns on your arms." He grunted, trying to follow her change of topic when his very erect, very throbbing dick was pressed against her belly and she was positioned between his legs.