Tattoo For Lost Love Novels & Stories

Sam twitched. "You let me get a tattoo, well, we agreed on getting one. I wanted one more, this one. It's the Chinese symbol for father. I put it next to my pussy because this is where you belong. We were still pretending that we didn't want to consummate our love, so I kept it hidden. The artist was a woman, a mom in her forties, attractive. The vibration, her fingers, I got so fucking wet. She propositioned me. I'd never had sex with a woman. We went back to her place. I loved it.

“I never really cared.” “But…” She set a hand to her temple. “Oh Lord.” She turned in a circle as if seeking answers from the terrain, but the only thing she found around us was sand. And more sand. Not a helpful aid. Focusing her attention back on me, she gaped a moment before saying, “The love mark is a special tattoo, given only by a qualified person of magic who’s passed a purity test. A priestess, in fact. They use a very specific type of ink, and it has to be this exact symbol in this exact size, given on this exact temple, otherwise it doesn’t work.”

"It's been 8 years since...his wife died. He doesn't talk about it that much but it affected him. I haven't seen him be so, relaxed since then." "I'm glad he's doing well." He rolls up his sleeves and I spot a tattoo, something that seems to be Russian. "What does your tattoo say?" He sighs and runs a hand over his face. "That's why I love you. Or Поэтому я люблю тебя." "Was it a tattoo for someone?" "Yes. A very special girl but," He takes in a breath. "She's not dead but I think I'm dead to her. This was to remember the first time she said she loves me. But I could never forget that because I could never forget her."

And behind it, a fearsome monster emerged, a symbol of the fierce and unyielding love that burned within me. The tattoo artist put the finishing touches on the design, I felt a sense of completion wash over me, a profound sense of peace settling in my soul. For in that moment, I knew that my love for Aurora was not something to be hidden or suppressed—it was a force of nature, unstoppable and undeniable. I gazed upon the masterpiece that now adorned my chest, my heart grew beneath my sternum. Lucian’s chest bowed with pride because this is our mate tattooed to our chest forever and ever. She is MINE.

My heart was clenching with anguish. "Brenda, I tattooed my body to inflict pain on myself. Not only that but also to remember you as the girl who broke me. It's why most tattoos signify my lost love and the day she was born." Anguish was embedded in each and every syllable that exited his mouth. "Jake." I gave his hand an assuring squeeze. "I am so-sorry that you went through that." I sniffled. "It was your fault. I know that now." He gently brushed away the tears that had stained my cheek. "Furthermore, I have grown attached to them. I won't be erasing them any time soon." He added.

he says, “The night we both met and I knew that we would be together forever.” “I’ve always liked that one,” I tell him, openly admiring his physique, “Nice placement as well.” “I’m glad you approve,” he says with his sexy grin, “And then we move into this one.” He removes his boxer shorts and I can’t help but focus on his perfect manhood. I’m getting distracted. It's wonderful. “This symbol is the Navajo symbol for love everlasting,” he says with a sexy smile, indicating the tattoo near his manhood “I got it the day I remembered that you were the love of my life, and that I would stop at nothing to be with you again.”

I whisper hoarsely. We wordlessly cling to each other for a couple of minutes, letting our bodies calm down from their pleasurable peak. I love it when his hands run soothingly up and down my back in relaxing circles. Closing my eyes, I lay a few light kisses on the ball of his shoulder and rest my head on it. After a few moments, we pull back slightly and gaze into each other’s eyes. My fingers caress his jaw and neck until they stop at his tattoo. I’ve always wondered what the tattoo meant. “Amor Vicint Omnia. What does it mean?”

Axel gave the tattoo on Tessa's ribs a quick peck before heading back up and stopping at one of Tessa's hardened Areola peaks. "I can't tell you; you'll have to find out for yourself." Tessa's breath caught in her throat. Axel's tongue was expertly playing between her twins. "Let's find it." Axel's eyes searched carefully for where Tessa had hidden her other tattoo "I found it...' Redundancy' is what it means." Axel nuzzled Tessa's waist, where a small inscription was tattooed. "Loving someone who loves you back is Greek." "Sexy." Axel liked the word choice and philosophy of Tessa's tattoo.

he murmured, feeling more connected to her than ever before. “What about the tattoo? Does it have a meaning?” she asked and he nodded his head slowly. “It appeared on my back when I was little, and after I lost my mom… It became bigger and people got more afraid of it.” “Oh, I’m sorry about that…” she said lowly and he shook his head with a laugh. “It’s good, it’s been years.” He replied She smiled softly. “Let me help you scrub your back,” she offered, picking up a sponge and gently running it over his skin. Marcus closed his eyes, enjoying the soothing touch. She worked carefully, making sure to cleanse every part of him, her movements tender and caring.

“What’s the tattoo for?” She looked away for a second and when she looked back I could see the tremendous sadness in her eyes. “Actually it’s my older sister’s name. She died before I turned 15 and I got the tattoo to keep her with me. We were really close, closer than Andre and I are. Andre loved her too but I like to think I loved her more,” she laughed. Then she looked at me and saw the sympathy in my eyes and laughed. “It’s been years now though so there’s no pain anymore.”