Womb Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

It was as if the feather held a secret, waiting to be unraveled. My hands clenched on my lap, so that I didn’t involuntary reach out to touch her. I didn’t want to startle her, but with every movement, her supple breasts bounced a little, making me bite my lips. I think Gabby was doing it intentionally as well, getting a kick out of just how aroused I felt. And aroused I was…especially when I had to clench my thighs together, a tingle of heat shooting to the apex of my thighs. Moving on, she pointed to the second tattoo on her waist, just under the waistband of her shorts, a bold declaration that read, "Never be Ashamed of Who you Are." The words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but wo

"And if she was here and she got the chance to see you, she would be thrilled to see another strong woman just like you." Flora got the message that his mom was already gone in this world. She uttered a silent prayer for Damien's mom's peace wherever she may be. "Yeah, we are divorced, so I can start anew," Flora patted her chest with pride and confidence. "Do you want to cover that one, too?" Damien asked, pointing at her right arm. Then he showed her a set of tribal tattoo designs which would cover her scars entirely and beautifully. Flora looked at the designs Damien showed her and chose one with a heart surrounded by widespread wings side by side.

It’s rare that I dress up. As I stared into the mirror, barely recognizing myself, I realized I am the spitting image of my mother. I have every one of her features. I twirled around to get the full effect of my dress. It’s long and puffy like a princess, with no straps and a low back that shows the one tattoo I could get even though my father was covered in them and every male pack member. The tattoo represented my human, wolf, and witch. It’s the moon, earth, and a ball of magic intertwined into a triangle. It reminded me of the greatness I can become and will hope to one day achieve.

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

Fucking hell. My eyes greedily raked over her entire body, savoring each inch that was revealed to me. Her perky breasts with nipples that were already hardened peaks. Her trim waist that had our branded tattoo. There was a baby bump there now too, reminding me of our precious little blobs. The normally bare pussy had something new. The initials D and R were created by just a little bit of hair. Fucking right, babe. That pussy did belong to me. ‘Perhaps you should see if she’ll let you tattoo that right there,’ Byron suggested, excited by the show that she was putting on.

There was no doubt he already made me have a rollercoaster of feelings. So I got a tattoo of a flame 🔥. On my lower abdomen, near my sacred vagina. Eric joked about how I had messed up my chances of ever getting laid. I just wanted to have it somewhere my parents would never be caught searching plus it looked sexy, if I was to wear a bikini. I cried because it was painful even it being a small tattoo but Eric gave me kisses when it was done. My skin shivered, my panties felt damp when his wet lips laid a soft kiss on my lower abdomen where my tattoo laid

A woman in the crowd screamed when they saw my tattoos. Celtic symbols were tattooed down my spine with intricate vines weaving in and out of the symbols, the vines weaved and circled the tree of life, which was tattooed on my right ribcage with the symbols for the maiden mother and crone in the roots. I had more tattoos covering my body, but the clothes in this time hid them very well. The men poked at the tattoos and scratched at any marking they could find on my body. “Are you done yet?” I hissed with a warning.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

She was still contemplating the answer in her head when she heard a door open and feet shuffling into the room; her head immediately turned to the direction of the sound and at that moment she wondered why the ground didn't open and let her fall in. Liam had a towel tied around his waists as he stepped out of the bathroom; his hair was wet, and a bunch fell over his face; his torso was bare, thus exposing a good amount of his chiseled abs, there was a phoenix tattoo. A mythical firebird with roots in both Greek and Egyptian lore, it rises from the ashes to signify rebirth. The tattoo started from his left chest and on his ribs inching downwards to his waist line which was incredibly sexy; If