Tattoos That Wrap Around Arm Novels & Stories

A tattoo covers one of his pecs, moving up to his shoulder and down part of his arm. His arms are just as huge as the rest of him—sculpted biceps and forearms and… good Lord, this guy looks like he should be felling trees or something. My eyes don’t stay on his arms, though—they go right back to the bongos. And the fact that those bongos are covering his… bongos. “My package?” he asks. “What?! I’m not looking at your package,” I protest. My voice seems to come out at least an octave higher than it is. I practically squeak like a mouse.

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.

I also noticed his tattoos stretching from his wrist to his neck to his other wrist. It reminded me of Ace and how his sleeve stops near his shoulder where as this guy had both arms covered. "Do you like my tattoos?" he pulled up his sleeve, showing me more of the tattoos. "Yeah, they're cool" I commented, not trying to come off as flirty.

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.”

But she also knew she wouldn’t regret it. She’d gotten a long tree branch, starting on her middle finger it went over the back of her hand, one part ran up her thumb as the rest went down the side of her arm and around it. Several mini branches poked out here and there.. and it was littered with maple leaves, successfully covering up her other tattoo.

He says first, then takes my wrap top from my grip. I watch him meticulously fold it and put it on a couch. Even I can’t fold like that. There’s another tattoo on his left arm. It’s a thorn vine that snakes around his forearm, just above his elbow. 2 of 12. “Your tattoos are pretty.” I compliment him as he walks toward me. “Thanks. You’ll see a few more later today.” I will? “We’ve got other activities lined up for today.” He adds and takes my wrist. I’m pulled toward the bleacher. There’s a Chelsea crested shawl on it.

She knows the piece well. It’s a beautiful peacock-like bird, but it was orange and red, a phoenix. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. Her tattoo sleeves look like smoke is rising from between her fingers and curling around her arms and up to and around her shoulders. The tattoos on her arms meet up with the back piece, connecting it all together. She’s had this tattoo for years, unaware of the irony.

Rex "This one's on me, sweetheart," I tell the brunette standing in front of me. I throw in a wink for good measure. Her eyes give me a once over, stalling on the tattoos that peek out from under my rolled-up shirt sleeves. Both of my upper arms are covered in tattoos I've designed myself but I've purposely kept my forearms bare. There's no rhyme or reason to it, simply a personal preference.

I place the bangle and earrings on. Giving myself the once over and smile. My body is more toned, not overly toned. I still have my feminine curves. My legs are long and lean. My ass, Goddess my ass, I love it. The tattoo on my thigh just peeks out below the dress, as well as the tattoo of our group sigil on my left arm. After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.