Taint Tattoos Novels & Stories

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

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

“Or are you practicing for when the kids bring home headlice?” “Oh my gawd,” Aislen gaped at him. “Headlice.” “Yeah, it’s totally a thing,” he told her. “I get a lot of mummies in for tattoos, and they tend to do it in pairs or small groups. It’s like a bonding thing. They sit, I tattoo them, they talk to each other. Stuff like little Jenny Junior brought home headlice for the fifth time this year and now the mummy-getting-Jenny’s name tattooed with a rose has to treat the whole family for headlice, and wash all the bedding, again,” he put stress on the again as he opened the vanity and retrieved a face cloth. “I don’t listen to a lot of what they’re saying unless I think they’re talking to

“Two long tears. Both eyes.” The tattooist looked up from his tools, his expression grim. “You realize what you’re asking for? This isn’t just any tattoo. It marks you as part of a violent group. Step into River, and you’ll be arrested on sight. Worse, your soul will be bound to hers. If she dies, especially by your hand, your soul shatters into fragments. You’ll be left a husk—a mindless, broken shell. Are you sure about this?” In the corner, Argent leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her silver braids reflecting the dim light as she formed a heart with her hands.

My cock is rock hard now. My eyes moved down and stopped. There was a small dark mole right beside her pussy, close to her left thigh. “What is that?” I asked. “A mole, sir,” she said quietly. “I’ve had it since I was little.” “I don’t allow tattoos in my studio,” I said seriously. Another lie. I don’t give a fuck about tattoos. “They can affect the skin. I need pure, clean assistants. I must check if that’s really a mole or a small tattoo.”

He led us toward a private dressing room, the place smelled of expensive perfume and leather. Dante entered the dressing room first, and I waited for Laurent to hand me the first aid kit. As soon as I stepped inside, the breath left my lungs. Dante had taken off his shirt, with his back to me. His back…not to exaggerate…was beautiful, with toned muscles and ink. He had a roaring tiger with its fangs bared tattooed across his entire back. I knew the Tiger Fang gang was known for having tiger tattoos somewhere on their bodies, but this…it was his whole back and it looked so damn good.

She wondered, now what had caused him to turn this angry but only if she knew that her trying to hide his mark on her had triggered him so badly. "Because I love tainting my belongings,"his voice was extremely low but cavernous enough to shiver her. His gaze was peering intently at her.

she explained "Now the flower below the ocean is a lotus flower and it symbolizes purity, renewal and eternity while the combination of red and white roses on my upper arm symbolize unity," she finished pulling away to look at me and I there staring at her in appreciation, not really expecting to hear such a beautiful explanation. "What?" she asked smiling and I released a small laugh. "Nothing you just surprised me," "Meaning?" "I didn't expect the meanings behind your tattoos to be so," I started pausing not really being able to find a word to describe what she had just expressed.

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”