Tatto Lengan Novels & Stories

Her long dark brown hair is split down the middle and up into high pigtails. The loose t-shirt makes her breasts look bigger than they really are and her waist smaller than it is. A mass of tattoos ran from her wrist, up her arm, and under the sleeve of the t-shirt. If her body isn't enough to make her beautiful, her face would make anyone swoon.

I couldn’t help but wonder if they went lower, or if his legs and ass were ink-free. My own tattoos covered both of my arms but didn’t cross my shoulders other than one little word on my collarbone. They crawled up parts of my legs, too, but stopped a few inches before my ass. I looked at my body as a canvas, and had yet to decide whether I wanted my tats to keep growing or not. “Hot damn,” Liv muttered, staring at the grizzly. A growl escaped me, surprising us both, and she lifted an eyebrow toward me. “That True Mate shit is real, huh?”

Completely naked and with a weak smile on his whitish lips, he pulls the last spl of the plastic sweater and exposes all the rest of the tattooed skin above the bandage on his waist. The drawings engraved on your shapely arms begin in the pectoral muscles with a fusion of messages in different languages, spirals and lines, flowing in a connection with musical notes, stars and rays through your right shoulder to your wrist. On the other side, the head of an open-mouthed Chinese dragon has its syrup outlined on its left shoulder. Among the pigmentation of drawings, there is a skin band with shy black curls separating them.

She set her bag down and stood there, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her top. “So… tell me about the tattoo you’re thinking of,” I said, grabbing my sketchbook and trying to sound like the professional I was supposed to be. I flipped to a blank page, but my mind was already wandering. Lena bit her lower lip, then met my gaze directly. “I want something small and delicate. Maybe a tiny floral vine or a script… but the placement is important.” She hesitated, cheeks already turning a soft pink. “I want it right here.” Her hand moved slowly down her body, brushing just below her navel, then lower, along the sensitive crease where her thigh met her pelvis. “The most intimate spot. Hidden most

I loved that he didn’t shave or wax all the way… it seemed more manly to me, plus it was soft to the touch and I couldn’t wait to feel more. He had tattoos, but he wasn’t tatted out like I had expected from a biker. He had the Dogs of Fire logo on his inner forearm, and that same arm was sleeved up to his shoulder. The other arm was also sleeved, but ended at the elbow. Down his left side and slightly across his ribs was a black and white tattoo of the lily flower with the word “Lily” interwoven in the design.

The tattoo. It had been there for years, initially just a faint black swirl of ink on the back of his hand. But now, as he moved, I noticed it had grown larger, the lines sharper. The tattoo had extended up his arm in a way I hadn’t anticipated. It was no longer confined to his hand—it had spread to his forearm, creeping up his skin like something alive. I had sensed for a while that something unusual was occurring, something I couldn’t fully grasp. But this… this was something else entirely.

She gazes at me in a hazy pleasure of confusion. “We can’t fuck with clothes on. They might get in the way. Undress, Princess.” I command as I begin to remove my own clothes. Toni nods her head as she makes haste to remove her clothes. Her eyes soak me up as she studies my tattoos with her eyes. Leo, Trey, Shane, and Igor all have an obsession with tattoos. I have full sleeves, my chest, ribs, and a couple on my legs. I notice Toni has a thigh tattoo. It’s a ribbon of lace that wraps around her thing, but on the other thigh there is a gun holstered in the lace thigh strap. I know she has a cupcake on the back of her left thigh that she and Lucy got when they opened their bake shop.

Fred asked after taking a gulp of the black coffee he had ordered. Linda widened her eyes in surprise and happiness. She was in love with tattoos. Her clothes cover most of the tattoos she had. She had some on her neck, back, stomach and chest. She had been planning to get some on her left arm. She had one on her right arm already. "Really? I am going to get a tattoo? Wow!"

“Getting tattoos? What the fuck Crinka? I don’t even like them needles” “He’s right about that”, Thane agreed. “Eloive hate needles”. “Then how did you get the tattoos?”, I ask him. “What tattoos?”, Thane asks. “Can’t you see it? The tattoos on Eloive’s left arm”. Eloive checked his arm. “Can’t see shit”. Thane checked as well. “Me too. Can’t see anything”. “But..but..they are so many! How can you not see them?” “I don’t know. Maybe ‘cause we’re not crazy like you”, Eloive replied.

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.