Tatto Lengan Novels & Stories

Yes, I want a mate, but I will not turn down an evening with the fine specimen of a male sitting across from me. Because damn, he is fine. He’s in a simple outfit consisting of a white button up and black slacks, but he is wearing it. He’s left the top three buttons of the shirt undone, revealing the edge of a tattoo on his left pectoral, and through the fabric of the shirt I can see it extends across his chest, to his shoulder and down his left bicep. He’s rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and there is another tattoo on the inside of his right forearm.

It's like he's my human teddy bear, he keeps my nightmare away. I started rubbing my forefinger over his tons of tattoos on his left arm. It feels like the skin on his tattoo felt a bit bulging but I love he feeling of it against my skin. I glued my eyes on his mermaid tattoo and it's funny how he has a mermaid tattoo on him when he's a man. But for some reason it even makes him more manly even though it's a female-ish tattoo. I run my forefinger down to his long fingers and held his hand as I stare at his fingernails. His hand was really huge. It could even cover my entire palm. I tried to entwine my fingers in between the spaces of his fingers and held his hand tight.

She could see the details of his tattoos up close: intricate patterns, roses, and script running down his forearms. Victor noticed her looking. “You keep staring at them,” he said softly, a small smile on his lips. “Do they bother you?” Lila shook her head quickly. “No. They’re… interesting.” He extended his arm slightly, letting her see the ink better. “You can touch them if you want.” Lila’s breath caught. She reached out slowly, fingertips lightly tracing one of the dark lines on his forearm. His skin was warm. The contact sent a small shiver through her.

"Yep. They're on my hips, shoulders, waist and ankles. And this really awesome one around my eyes. I think I like this one the best." "I like the ones on your shoulders, they look like tribal tattoos." Ally laid back and picked up some meat. "Thank you for whatever meal this would be, Salax." "No problem," he grinned and walked out, going to do whatever it was he always did when he disappeared. "I forbid you to get any more diseases, do you hear me, young lady?"

As he lifted it, his sleeve pulled back a little, revealing part of the snake tattoo. Mar froze mid-step. “Wait.” Porto squinted. “Hold on… what’s that on your arm?” Lance looked down like it was nothing. “Oh. That? Just a tattoo.” “Just a tattoo?” Mar repeated. “Since when do you do ‘just tattoos’?” Porto walked over and grabbed Lance’s arm to look properly. “Whoa… that’s actually insane.” He turned Lance’s arm slightly under the light, studying the snake wrapping around the scars. “The way it goes over the scar… that’s not normal work. That artist knew what he was doing.”

A butterfly tattoo stood out on the left side of his left wrist. " A cup of Pina colada please." his seductive voice came out a bit low, his lips were shaped into a natural smirk. "Here." The bartender seemed a bit familiar with Lucas, they acknowledged each other with a nod. Lucas took a big gulp of the drink. A drop of liquid tried to escape the corner of his lips but he used his thick veiny masculine hands to wipe it, an eye catching bold silver ring on his index finger flashed from the lights gracing the corners and top of the bar.

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.

And if you complain too much, I'll start rolling on you. With a little effort, Elena managed to get his shirt off and was amazed at how many tattoos he had. The room was only dimly lit – a lamp was turned on in the left corner of the bed – so she couldn't see very well, but she could see the shape of some of them. His left shoulder had some sort of tribal tattoo, very detailed, full of shapes and not leaving too much skin exposed. The rest of her arm had a fire snake that went all the way to the wrist, which is why she had never seen it, as she had only seen him in long sleeved shirts and they were hidden all the time.

His lips are parted and his hair messy around his face, his hands are resting on his stomach and his legs are supported on a foot stool. As if I was under a spell I let my fingers run through his hair, allowing me to have a better look at his perfect face and his tattoos going up his neck, fuck me he is one sexy piece of ass. He’s only in boxer shorts, so his body is showing, he’s got both his legs tattooed and his chest going up his neck and into both his arms forming sleeves. They are beautiful, just like him. “Take a picture, will last longer” – I hear him say with a grin on his face

And then I noticed a snake tattoo, elegantly etched onto his body. He got tattoos? Lucian isn’t a fan of tattoos. The black snake tattoo on his shoulder was truly a work of art. The texture of the snake's skin seemed to leap off his shoulder, giving it a lifelike appearance. The snake's eyes were particularly captivating, as they were jet black and seemed to stare right into your soul. Its gaze was intense and piercing, adding to the overall power and presence of the tattoo. Moving down his arm, another striking tattoo caught my eye. A beautiful rose adorned his skin, with delicate petals and intricate shading. The colours used were a mix of vibrant reds and soft pinks, giving the rose a lif