Swallow Tattoos Novels & Stories

“I remember something.” “What do you remember?” Zuria asked, eager now. I closed my eyes again, pulling it back. “A tattoo. On one guy’s neck. A snake. Black ink, wrapped around his throat like it was choking him. It had fangs, I think... I'm not so sure.” Marco frowned. “What tattoo?” Zuria was already typing. I could hear the clicks. “What kind? Describe it more.” “Black. I don’t know tattoo words. It looked exactly as I described.”

“So you won’t get your clothes all fucking wet.” His shirt smelled so nice and he looked really good. This was the first time I had seen him without a shirt. His arms were covered in tattoos, but I had no idea his front and back had tattoo’s too. I also didn’t realize how muscular he really was. He was hiding his body behind his shirt and leather jacket, but he was hot! He had two swallows on the top of his chest and a large snake on his ribs. There were a lot of smaller tattoo’s spread out all over his front and back. I saw black and white roses and some funny ones, like one of Baby Yoda and a bandaite tattoo.

His lips trembled as he spoke into her ear, his gaze locked with mine. Then, Mr. Swat , your eyes also attract me." I think they are constantly changing hue, as I have seen them green, with a tint of blue, and even brown at times. It was the tattoos on his arm that really drew me in tonight, as well as your gor geous jewelry and body art. Even though your nose isn't as pretty as mine, I still think it's adorable. We both laughed out loud. “I like the way you lick your lips when you laugh, and I like the way you close your eyes. when you laugh because it's me who makes you laugh that way. That's great—In fact, so close to Swat , it felt strange to talk about these things so openly. Our noses

Closer. Closer. Closer. “A tattoo,” I yelled. “They both had the same tattoo.” How did I miss that earlier? “Are you sure?” Prince Dante asked. “Positive, Master. I remember it now. Coral had a tattoo on her right forearm and so did Zane.” Master went quiet for a minute, then he asked. “Can you describe the tattoo?” “It was a cross in the midst of thorns.” When Coral raised her hands to pierce my neck, I saw it.

Put it back in your mouth, swallow it all, don't you dare spill a drop. Elara's mouth enclosed on his shaft once again, sucking harder, cheeks caving in, tongue rolling furiously under and beneath the head, bobbing through his sharp thrusts. His whole being hardened, back arching off the bed, a loud moan spilled from his throat. She sucked harder, stroking the part her mouth couldn't fit; hot spurts hit the back of her throat, thick, creamy, and salty. "Swallow it all!" Kane growled, choking her. Elara gagged, swallowing greedily, sucking his tip, milking every last drop until he shuddered and let out heavy breaths, collapsing, his cock still in her mouth.

I hear Tatum say. "Yes it is." I say as I continue looking up at the sky. " I wasn't talking about the moon." I hear Tatum whisper in my ear. I instantly feel my heart start to race. I look down and quickly move to the side and turn around. I look at Tatum suddenly realizing he's shirtless. The tattoo that always peeks out above his suit collar spans down his neck to his shoulder, chest, and side. Its beautiful tribal design holds many details as the lines cross over in every direction. I suddenly realize I'm staring and feel my cheeks flush.

“Sit.” I did. Couldn’t look away from him. He wore a fitted black polo—not his usual button-downs. And beneath the sleeve, I noticed something new. A thunderbolt tattoo, dark and angry, snaked from his wrist up his forearm, disappearing under the sleeve. But it didn’t stop there. My mind flashed an image I didn’t ask for—the jagged lines trailing down his chest, his waist, lower—. No. Stop. I blinked it away, disgust curling in my stomach.

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

When we’d gotten back, Justin had gotten a tattoo of a barn owl on his left bicep, and he’d had them weave in the letter S on its wing. Leaning in closer, I slide the sleeve of his t-shirt up so I can see it, making him laugh around his forkful of casserole. Every time I see it, it makes my heart skip a beat. The muscled bicep certainly doesn’t hurt. I trace my finger along the S and feel his body still next to mine.

I said as he took the bowl before wolfing it down. “Woah there tiger,” I giggled as he set the bowl aside, “Where do you want this tattoo?” He asked as I bite my lip, “On my back,” I replied as he raised his eyebrows, “Okay, and what have you decided on getting?” He asked, causing a smile to appear on my lips, “I was thinking of getting a blossom branch with the word rebirth in Chinese on my side,” I explained causing his eyebrows to raise once again.