Tattoo Behind Ear Ideas Novels & Stories

On the left side of his back, I saw a compass tattoo. But what piqued my curiosity the most was a lone tattoo at the left bottom of his back. There were two hands. One was big and bulky, indicating that it was of man's. The other was slim and slightly smaller in size, indicating that it was of a woman's. Both hands were at a little distance away from each other and were connected through the chains. They were facing away from each other as if trying to oppose the chains. Beneath the tattoo, I noticed some lettering.

Monique said, "Have a seat in the chair. I'm going to secure you to it so you can't move. Since you're being tattooed near your cunt, it will be painful and we don't want you to move. We do the same thing for piercings, to get an ideal piercing. We've used this artist before. She's very good. Give her the design you wish to have done." I handed her the design Lisa had come up with. It showed two slave slave shackles with Lisa's and my initials in it, with chains extending to a handle, with Master's name. Another chain extended from my shackle to another one with Rhonda Meadows initials in it. What made it pretty, to me, was the flower garlands intertwined in the chains, which made it less se

“I'll leave you two to catch up now. I'm sure you have a lot to talk about.” She excused herself immediately, and I only waited till she was out of earshot before I turned to face Tiva. “Well, well,, well.” I called out slowly. “If it isn't our survivor?” “Don't you think that would make for a badass tattoo ?” I didn't miss the grin on her face. If someone else saw her right now, no one was going to believe that she'd had an accident. “I would scribble it on my arm, or on my back, my collarbone, or maybe just below my waist. What do you think?”

I chirped with a wide grin, he grimaced at me. "Snowy nights or rainy nights"" I think snowy" he answered. I agreed with him, " piercings or tattoos? Both, one or none?" I asked " both" he answered. Out of curiosity I asked again, " do you have any?" He looked at me, " yeah..I have six piercings, three on each ear and tattoos on my torso and my wrist " he said. I could literally feel my eyes sparkling, " can I see?" I asked, he shrugged and put his hand out. I gushed over the feather tattoo, " it was right here? But I never saw it!" I exclaimed.

“If a tattoo needs to be removed, then I wouldn’t have gotten it to begin with. It’s part of my past. It always will be.” She’s silent as she wraps the towel around herself, she grabs a second towel and begins wrapping her hair up, and I notice a tattoo behind her ear and going into her hair. She never had that before. It looks like something is written. The towel wraps around her head and she leaves the room.

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.

Slowly, she pulled away from him to sit up, still gazing down at him with shimmering eyes. “There’s a tattoo behind your ear. When did you get that?”

The three tattoos were perfectly visible: on her right shoulder, her left shoulder, and the base of her back. On her right shoulder was a beautiful wolf with blue eyes and turquoise irises. The wolf's expression was serene but powerful, as if it held ancient secrets. On her left shoulder, two wolves were embracing, their bodies intertwined in a gesture of affection and unity, with half a heart drawn between them. And at the base of her back, a complex tribal tattoo, involving words written in an ancient, unknown language, seemed to pulsate with its own energy. She remembered clearly the night before, when Owen looked at her with eyes full of pride and emotion. He had knelt behind her and, wi

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

I said as he nodded. He disappeared into the back leaving me and Seth out together, Seth went round the shop checking out the drawings and designs of different tattoo, the man came back out later with different designs for me to choose from which I had a hard time choosing, I didn't like anyone. "What about this one? " he pushed forward another one and again a bluntly refused it, I started checking the remaining designs until Seth came with a design and handed it over to the man. "This one at her nape.." The man wore a bewildered look. "She can't do this one." the man argued while I snatched it away from him, it was a rose interpreting a clock.