Subtle Bi Tattoos Novels & Stories

He thought again, "sinuous, dangerous and supremely sexual." One tattoo in particular was prominent and drew the eye; it was a bright red "slut stamp" very low on her lower back that was repeated low on her belly, just above the pubic mound. It said, in both locations, "Candy Slut to Paulo Zero." The words of the tattoo were in a pre-Columbian language that Barnes would never have a hint of. In addition, like a Bay area poster from the psychedelic era the tat's lettering was very stylized, even if it was in English it would be near impossible to read. Some English word fragments were visible in the edging and lines of the distorted shapes. Incorporated into the tat were sexual images and tri

Marcus said. I lifted my head and looked at the bike again through tears. Now that I could see past the shock, I noticed the rest. The new paint was deep black with a subtle shimmer that only showed when the light hit it just right. Along the side of the tank, worked into the design so delicately I almost missed it, was a dagger. Behind it, a crown. Around both, the fine lines of a compass, woven together in the exact shape of our tattoo. My hand pressed against my chest.

I half expected it to be tattooed, as well. Brian's blonde followed after him, undressing in the same languid way. Her small, thin boobs were capped by nipples that were so light pink I could barely see them. The left had a barbell piercing in it and the metal glinted in the early sun. Her pussy was completely shaved. I noticed a tiny turquoise butterfly tattoo floating right above her mons. The two of them slipped into the hot tub, wordlessly. Brian knew better than to try sitting with Scarlett. Instead, he slunk across the tub, and settled between me and Carlos. He fixed his sunglasses as he sat down. His girl sat next to him on his far side.

And that is when I see it. She turns slightly as she reaches past me to flip the small light by the entrance. A casual movement. Natural. And the light catches the back of her ear. A tattoo. Small. Precise. The kind of marking that takes a specific kind of needle and a specific kind of intention. Not decorative — not the ornamental kind that people choose because they like the design. Numbers. A sequence of them. Fine lined. Old enough to have settled completely into the skin. I have seen markings like this before.

Henry looked at me quietly, his voice so low and hoarse it barely sounded human. “Where?” I lifted a finger and shakily pointed a little lower on my back, toward those faintly visible indentations. It was an extremely private and extremely sensitive place. “I… I want to tattoo it on my lower back.” The moment the words left my mouth, I saw Henry’s pitch-black pupils contract sharply, narrowing to needle points. The sudden sense of danger made my skin prickle. … “Whoa… Who’s excited?” “Lower back! So scandalous!”

My gaze met his piercing glare that looked pitiful. I was distracted by the increasingly intense movements of his jaw and Adam's apple. Satya looks even sexier from down here. Is that a new tattoo? Different from the dominance of animal images that filled his back, chest, and arms... the tattoo under Satya's right ear looked more like an arrangement of mathematical symbols in a vertical row. Not having time to think any further than that, Satya carried me upstairs as he slipped his now bitter tongue across my lips. Usually Satya's taste was so sweet, but why was it different now?

As it is I’m willing to settle for a simple white dress, no shoes, our baby bump and the tattoo…. Aneesa twined her arms around Sebastian’s neck and arched into him. ‘Do you know,’ she said a little unsteadily, because she felt emotional at the thought of ‘our baby bump’ and also because Sebastian’s hand was exploring between her legs, ‘that when I have the tattoo done they’ll write your name within the design and you won’t be allowed to sleep with me till you find it….’ ‘Well, then, tell them to make it small and hard to find because I’m going to enjoy making you beg for mercy and curse their artistic ingenuity.’

I asked myself as I backed away weakly and nervously looking at the two Koi tattoos behind him. 'It's a Koi… Yin Yang… And the tattoo on her back isn't a moon.'

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened