Subtle Bi Tattoos Novels & Stories

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.

I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself, bouncing slightly on his thighs, stifling a small moan when I felt his shaft harden behind my ass crack. “What about this one?” I leaned forward, squinting at a tattoo I hadn’t noticed before. It looked like a bird… or a dead bird, etched under his bicep. The ink was rough and fuzzy, like it had been done in a rush… no like it was done by a toddler. Adrian glanced at it, then quickly looked away. I didn’t miss the slight expression that flashed across his face. “It’s nothing,” he responded too fast. I leaned closer, mouthing the words written beneath it.

The needle glided effortlessly over smooth caramel skin. Her thick thigh laid comfortably over the other; the bottom leg bent slightly. Soft legs turned into cute little feet. Manicured toes wiggled softly, nails painted a capri blue. A pink and blue floral sun dress was pulled up over wide hips, revealing powder blue laced underwear. Plump cleavage popped out of her black bra and dress. They rippled slightly as the tattoo gun continued it's work.

Her face was relaxed and she looked serene, the soft glow of the lamp on her bedside cast on her face like a filter. Fuck... She is beautiful. With how she was positioned on the bed, her shirt had slipped down a bit, revealing a bit of cleavage and I sighted the tattoo. The memory of her in that tattoo palour flashed through my head for a split second, I also caught a glimpse of the tattoo on the beach party day. But now, I could see it more clearly, it was a small wing and right below it, the word 'libre' was written in cursive.

I try to get to his shirt buttons, but he’s bent over too far. “Please, Seb.” I keep my voice quiet, but I keep pulling at the shirt. “Can I see them?” He lifts his head. “See what?” He pinches my nipple, and I gasp. “Tattoos. I wanna see your tattoos.” But I don’t wait for him to reply, because now that he’s sitting up, I’m already undoing his shirt. Each button reveals another strip of skin, another strip of hard muscles, and black ink. Another button and a skull stare up at me from Seb’s rising and falling chest. Another button and his defined stomach is revealed.

“I will tell you everything while I help you bathe.” Once I am inside the bathtub, he picks up a sponge to help me wash my back. He places it on my right shoulder. Then he removes it. “I am pretty sure you didn’t have this tattoo before. When did you get it?” he asks. Instinctively, I turn my head to look at my back. While I can’t see it, I know what Caleb is talking about—the contour of a water lily on the middle of my back, a moon rising above it, and two stars on either side of it.

On the left side of his back, I saw a compass tattoo. But what piqued my curiosity the most was a lone tattoo at the left bottom of his back. There were two hands. One was big and bulky, indicating that it was of man's. The other was slim and slightly smaller in size, indicating that it was of a woman's. Both hands were at a little distance away from each other and were connected through the chains. They were facing away from each other as if trying to oppose the chains. Beneath the tattoo, I noticed some lettering.

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”