Strawberry Vine Tattoo Novels & Stories

He undid the buttons on the shirt she was wearing and tossed it aside. He grabs the whip cream and sprays up on leg across her pelvis and vagina, before going down the other. He circles her belly button and covers her breast. He then puts a few strawberries on the puff he made on her pelvis, a few on her nipples and around her belly. He takes the chocolate syrup from her and pours it on the strawberries and whip cream.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

"Look at this. I took this last week when we were at the gym." I looked at the screen. It was a photo of Roman’s arm. He was lifting a heavy weight, and his sleeve was pushed up high near his wrist. There was a tattoo there. It was a small, delicate flower. "It’s a flower," I said. "So what? Lots of people have tattoos." "It’s not just a flower, Scarlett," Zane said. "Do you know what kind of flower that is?" I looked closer. "It looks like a daisy."

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).

“We need to get you to your house before anyone sees us.” I was so confused. Why did he care if anyone saw us? Did he not want to be my mate, either? Was he embarrassed to be my mate? I lifted my head off of him, using my left hand to push myself away from him, when something on my skin caught my eye. On my forearm was a swirling black vine, etched into my skin, almost like a tattoo. It wrapped from under my thumb and around my arm to my elbow, leaves and small flowers branching off from the curlicue ends.

He never really mentioned her much, but they had issues. LuciferessX: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Reign707: I’ll try not to Lol. You owe me a picture, remember? Of your new tattoo? Oh yeah! I look down at my right shoulder. I had a tattoo of vines, with small thorns and red roses that spread from my shoulder down the right side of my breast and to my waist, as well as the full sleeve of my right arm. Well, if he wants a picture…

he whispered while roaming his hand across her big butts, which were clothed in a tight pantie. "Mr Josh!" One of the guards called out, and he snapped out of his act. "Oops! My bad. I'm sorry. "I was taken away by her lustful body." He complained and got to work. Picking up his mini tattoo machine, he sat down on a tall chair close to her and began his work. He began to draw the vipers logo on the left lap of her body, which is the body of a red shining snake with the name "vipers" in the belly spot of the snake; however, he decorated it with a touch of blue.

The night breeze lifted his hoodie, revealing a corner of a new vine tattoo at his lower back—jasmine vines, the exact plant I'd mentioned admiring just last week. "Ryan, did you get that tattoo recently?" He looked embarrassed for a moment. "Maybe." "Is that... jasmine?" "You said you liked the way it smells. I thought..." He trailed off, running his hand through his hair. "I know it sounds stupid." It didn't sound stupid. It sounded sweet and thoughtful and terrifying all at once. On the ride home, he deliberately took the long route through the winding mountain roads. I noticed my pink hair tie dangling from his rearview mirror, somehow having found its way there.

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

I imagine wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, moaning his name while the shop door stays locked and the world outside disappears. I open my eyes again. He’s finishing the last petal. The needle lifts. He wipes one final time, gentle. “All done,” he says, voice quieter than before. I sit up slowly, legs still trembling. He peels off the gloves, tosses them, then turns to grab the wrap. I look down at the tattoo. It’s perfect. Delicate vines curling over my hip, roses blooming soft and beautiful. The skin is red around it, but the art is stunning.