Strawberry Vine Tattoo Novels & Stories

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

She watched as his eyes tracked downward, following the line of the design to where it flowed over the top of her thigh and disappeared between her legs. She shivered at the intensity in that stare. There was a brooding possessiveness. A look that screamed, “Mine!” Ash turned Josie gently on her side, wanting to see the entirety of the tattoo. It was startling in its vibrancy, a shock of color against pale skin. Done in pinks, oranges, aqua blues that matched her eyes and shades of purple and green. It was, as he’d suspected, a flowering vine, but it was rendered in exquisite detail. This was no simple tattoo done in a few hours time. He couldn’t imagine the time it had taken. The patience e

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

He says finally. "Doesn't Eva have one too?" I ask. "Oh I forgot about hers. They aren't quite the same, but yeah, she has one too." "Let me see it." He rolls without a fight, exposing his back to me. And right there, between his shoulderblades is a strawberry patch. A pink birthmark just smaller than the palm of my hand, shaped a bit like a star. I trace the edges with my fingers, and this time he gets to be the one to shudder under my touch.

Stepping up on the platform, she placed her hands on the upper arms. “Such a naughty girl.” Tank said as they each stepped up and secured her wrists. “Our beautiful naughty girl.” They both knelt and unhooked the thigh highs. As Tank pulled down the thigh high on his leg, he trailed open mouth kisses down the back of her leg. Ink pulled the black hose down on and inspected the tattooed garter. White lace with detailed shadows made the top and bottom. Around the center it read Daniel Evelyn Cade. There was also a date in March.

Enduring his close scrutiny. She could feel his piercing gaze on her nakedness especially when he took his time wiping her shoulder down to her arm. His earnest gaze follows the trail of the intricate ink adorning her flawless skin. A minimalist flower vine tattoo that starts from behind her ear down to her neck, trailing down further her shoulder blade and intricately rounding her entire arm until the back of her palm, where it ends. "Beautiful" she heard him whisper while running his index through her shoulder, giving her goosebumps.

Right there, above her navel is the mark. I take in the black and white flowers tattooed over her right shoulder. The delicate leaves end right beneath her key bone and it seems to climb behind her shoulder too. A black lily climbs its way up the side of her left hip. The same lily in white is wrapped around yhe the black one snaking down it.

Then again, why did I get burnt by Ace's tattoo? I looked at my hands and smiled warily at the tattoo that made itself home after the burnt incident. The fire vines were back and printed on the skin of my hands. The vines tightened, dragging all my veins into my forearm, my right forearm. The vines only grew bigger at my left, clinging to my hand firmly like I was planning to cut it off. My gathered veins turned lava, reflecting Ace's as it took the shape of the same sword on his back, just smaller. The sword burnt up, and flames emanated from the sword, blazing and lighting the entire bathroom. It happens every time I stay in the water too long.

His outfit was completed with sneakers that matched the colour of his jeans. I could see the ink that covered his right arm. It was from his wrist leading up to the length of his arm and disappearing under the sleeve of his shirt. I could make out some of the images. I saw a rose with a name scribbled on the stem, Jesus Christ with his hands clasped, and some teardrops flowing from his eyes. I never thought about tattoos being sexy, but looking at his, I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

All his walls had been knocked down by Vincenzo. Lying in bed, breathing in the faint rustic scent of Vincenzo’s cologne, was one of the best things to wake up to. Wade turned and slowly wrapped his arms around Vincenzo. His eyes fell on the tattoos covering his chest and arms. Although he couldn’t make sense of the designs, he found them mesmerizing and gorgeous. The tattoo on Vincenzo’s neck was that of a serpent. But why a serpent? Wade was tempted to run his tongue over the inked skin, to taste and bite him.