Tatto Lengan Novels & Stories

They both have the same tattoo… The tattoo I had seen on Lucian's body was on Elliot's arm. I almost stopped to ask Elliot about his tattoo that day at Pizza Lovers. But I was in a haste to catch up with the whisperer, so unfortunately, I couldn't. It was the exact same tattoo, the moon with a crown around it. I concluded back then that they would have gotten the tattoo from the same place, since it was something cool and trending, at least that was what Lucian said. He said he got this particular tattoo in a tattoo shop because it was cool and he liked it.

The sound of my heartbeat rings through my ears as I push open his door, then slam it behind me. Emilian’s hand pauses on his hair, eyes holding a brief surprise before it disappears, and my lips part as my eyes roll down his frame. He seems to have just walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist, and I gulp at the tattoos that decorate his left leg. A slow exhale, lips parting when my eyes drag up, drinking in the beads of water that trickle along his muscled abdomen into the skin shielded by the towel. There are black inks carved into his upper chest and over his collarbone; drawings of snakes, skulls, many other abstract paintings, and writings in both English and

utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses. Tumango ang tattoo artist, iniutos kay Xandro na hubarin ang kanyang damit. Hinubad ni Xandro ang itim na T-shirt, ibinunyag ang matipuno niyang pangangatawan. Nang sumindi ang makina, bumaon ang karayom sa kanyang balat, gumuguhit ng unang linya ng tinta sa kanyang likod. Ni hindi siya kumurap, hindi natitinag ang konsentrasyon.

I chuckled. The tattooist came back to assume his position. He adjusted the light again, then he cleaned the area with an antiseptic. A thin layer of petroleum jelly was applied. Using a tattoo machine with sterile needles attached, Cartel began to draw an outline of the tattoo. I sat at the side, holding Jason's hand as I watched the whole process in curiosity. He started from the left, then to the right. It was amazing how he handled the machine with his left hand, I smiled to see the 5th person I've met in the world, embracing his left hand like me. This was my first time in a tattoo parlour.

“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.

I had never seen him before but all I can say is, he is surely stunning. He was dressed in a blue denim and a white T-Shirt that hugged his broad shoulders just right, doing nothing to hide his bulging biceps and muscular chest. And just below his sleeve, there was a tattoo of an animal of some sort...maybe a lion? Or a wolf? I can't say what exactly since I couldn't see it clearly from this distance.

I couldn't believe my ears. "No. Not you. I was talking to my friend Bat." I told him. "Where is that friend of yours." "My tattoo is my friend. You can't believe it's a magical one. It can talk to me whenever it wants to." I praised it before him. "Really. Can you show me. Am curious I need to have a look at that magical tattoo of yours." He said tilting his head to one side. Proudly, I removed my long black hair from my neck and back to show him.

Lena knelt behind me, spreading my cheeks wide. “Goddamn, look at this gape,” she purred, spitting directly into my stretched asshole. “Slade really wrecked this shithole. And this tattoo…” Her fingers traced the fresh ink, pressing hard enough to make me whimper around Slade’s thickening cock. “So pretty on your slutty ass. But we’re not done marking you.” Slade groaned, fucking my throat deeper. “Get the big machine ready, Lena. We’re giving her the matching piece on her pussy lips while we both ruin her holes.”

“Th-that’s it. It’s perfect.” He pulls a marker out and holds my hand. “Start with the point of the blade here?” “Yeah.” He flicks the blue marker on my skin close to my wrist. “End of the blade here?” He holds the marker close to my skin. “Longer.” I nod as he slides the marker up my arm. “Right there.” He flicks the marker again, then draws a circle. “Then the rose will be about here.” “Perfect.” “Leni, you sure you want a tattoo that size on your forearm? It’s pretty big.”

The fabric strained slightly over his broad shoulders, leading down to the black trousers that covered his long, powerful legs. Her gaze lingered on his forearms. His white sleeves were rolled up, revealing a glimpse of the dark ink that marked his skin. The tattoo on his right arm climbed upward, disappearing under the sleeve toward his shoulder and back. Seeing it brought back a rush of forbidden memories—the sight of him naked in the bed, the way those tattoos looked against his skin in the dim light. She remembered the intricate design that started at the nape of his neck and traveled down the length of his spine. There was the ink over his left chest—the side of his heart—and the smalle