Tim Henson Tattoos Novels & Stories

Lennon wished he could return it. “You’re early,” Damian said, his voice low and a bit amused, his eyes trying to read Lennon like a notebook. Lennon crossed the space in three strides, stood directly in front of Damian, and leaned in until he could feel the heat coming off Damian’s skin. “Hi, baby,” Damian said. “I can literally hear you thinking from here.” Lennon bit the inside of his cheek. He was already here—he might as well just spit it out. “The tattoos,” Lennon said. “Someone said they’re from the mafia. Is… is that true?”

We lay there just enjoying each other’s company as his breathing and pulse returned to normal, his fingers drawing circles on my shoulder blades, sending shivers down my spine. “You’ll have to get my tattoo, you know.” “I know,” he smiled. “I won’t make you get it as big as mine, don’t worry,” I winked. “To be fair, my guy could probably make it work alongside your Henchmen tattoo.” “You don’t want me to cover it up?” “Why would I?” I questioned, one eyebrow raised. “The Henchmen have been a big part of your life. As long as you stay committed to the Valkyrie, I don’t have a problem with it.”

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

He grinned as he said that but I didn’t take offence, drawing wasn’t one of my talents. I nicknamed the old man Jerry in my mind and then I saw his name taped to his equipment tray. It read Petr. He went to the front of the store and left us in the back, I assumed to redraw my tattoo idea. Milo looked at the photos on the walls of other designs he’d done. Milo turned to look intently at me. “Are you going to tell me?” “Tell you what?” I knew he meant the idea behind my tattoo but I wasn’t going to give in so quickly. It held special meaning to me, everything on my skin did.

Hilda The needle buzzed against my skin. Each prick sent tiny bursts of pain through my hand, but I'd felt worse. So much worse. "Kind of intense for someone your age," the tattoo artist said, wiping away excess ink. I kept my left arm extended on the padded rest. "That's where I want it." "Most people hide the meaningful ones." "I need to see it every time I reach for something," I replied, watching as the letters took shape across my knuckles. "A reminder of what I am."

Jack seemed a little surprised by her sudden interest, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. Actually, anyone could say that he was also enjoying to have that conversation with her. "Partially, yes. But the tattoo is not really that meaningful as you might think. Despite the fact that I do love watching the moon, this is the symbol of the Rebels." he explained. "Ah… That makes sense. It's very nice. I already said that, sorry…" "Don't need to apologize. You know…" Jack said as he got up from the chair. The dinner was already over and Violet didn't even realize it. Time was passing without her noticing it.

A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare. I chuckled. "I was half-expecting you to have a neon blue landing patch." Holly giggled. "That's a good idea, actually." "I like the tattoo though," I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a green leaf tattooed within her bikini area. Holly giggled again. "Only a select few ever get to see THAT one."

Justice is blessed with a rack I've tried not to notice for far too long. "I never noticed this before." A tattoo on her side, right below where the band of her bra sits. "Yeah." She grins. "Harley and I got them when we turned eighteen, but we didn't want Mom and Dad to see." "What does it say?" I cock my head to the side to read the script. "To infinity… and Harley has ...and beyond in the same spot on her. We loved Toy Story as kids." She shrugs. "I like it." "We wanted something important to us."

Denis had already calculated the time that could be spent carving tattoos on the bodies of men in their early thirties in front of Racher Art. Denis quickly got up and greeted the arrival of the man named Benjie. He wanted a tattoo of his lover on his back, and Denis had discussed with him about two months ago for today's moment. "I'm thrilled to have my turn to visit here finally," Benjie said after shaking hands with Denis, smiling warmly. "I hope you didn't get bored while waiting for this day." Benjie shook his head. "It's not boring, and it's more my nerves."

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”