Womb Tattoo Temporary Novels & Stories

My heart won’t allow it I look into the mirror and get a crazy idea throw on my jacket grab my keys and head out the door informing my father I will meet everyone at the funeral knowing deep down I won’t be there I will never say goodbye to my love and my child, never! Walking into the tattoo shop I can’t help but to look around at all the art work and tattoos plastered all over the walls, amazing! “Thanks, how can I help you”? I hear snapping me back to reality umm I need a tattoo, two of them actually I tell the man with big arms and amazing art work all over his body. “ what did you have in mind”? Umm you see….. I proceeded to tell him the whole story than told him to freestyle two pieces

My short skirt clings to my ass perfectly, showing off my long legs, and my top stretches over my boobs. My make-up is flawless, as always, but when I see my blue eyes glowing, I freeze. Why the hell is my beast close to the surface now? It can't be just because I'm annoyed? I have more control than that… I'm sure I do. I shake my head and focus on my new tattoo. Honestly, it hurt like hell. The artist had to use a silver needle and ink mixed with wolfsbane to stop it from healing, but it was definitely worth it.

“A friend of mine has this place downtown. Temporary tattoo studio, like a flash session. They do those symbolic ones that last a few days. I booked it for tonight—right after you got home from the gym. It’s on your lower back, right where you hide everything. ‘Daddy’s Property.’ Big, bold letters, but they’re going to look like a real tattoo for now.” Emma’s breath caught, but she kept her back arched on the futon, legs spread wide by the padded restraints he had already unlocked and reattached. The thick silver plug shifted inside her with the motion, heavy and unremoved, pressing insistently against the back wall of her pussy. She could feel the fresh cum from the gym still leaking around

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.

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.

"What if I don't want you in my mind? And what the heck is a mark? I don't want to get some wolfie cult tattoo on my body." He laughs, "It's not a tattoo. A mark is like my brand on your body. Your neck specifically. It's my bite mark embedded deep enough to have my DNA flow into your bloodstream, connecting us for life." "Do you guys not like wedding bands? That sounds so brutal." "We do wedding bands too and get married like normal humans most of the time, but a mate mark is much more permanent than a wedding band. It's our souls finally intertwining and becoming one. The way the moon goddess fated them to be."

She beamed proudly as I took it in. "A cannon." I chuckled, shaking my head. "A little on the nose, don't you think?" "But what else?" She ran her fingers over it. The tattoo was about three inches wide, pretty large considering the region serving as its canvas. In neatly etched lines was a civil war style cannon, complete with a pair of cannonballs resting by the wheels. The fuse was ablaze; that and the burst of fire spitting from its mouth were the only sources of color. "I tought I taw a pussy tat," she quipped lamely, though at least had the grace to look embarrassed about the attempt. "So do you like it?"

She appeared to love it, and has worn it almost every day since her birthday. Kimi and Kam wanted to surprise Rose by taking her to Izzy’s tattoo parlor to get tattoos. Kimi decided she didn’t want to risk getting an infection while pregnant, so I arranged for her to get a henna tattoo to tide her over until after the baby’s born. Since I really liked the idea of getting something to always remind me of Kimi, and her me, we each created a small design for the other to wear. Kam had already given Izzy his design for the tattoos he wanted for himself and Rose. “Are you three going to tell me where we’re going?” Rose asked. She was blindfolded, and annoyed.

I tried to think of what kind of tattoo I could get instead. There was the obvious, some form of initials of the three of us. Boring, but it would signify our unity. You could always do something like 'Property of' or 'Slave of' to the ass or mons. It would certainly get the message across, but had no finesse or subtlety, and it certainly wouldn't be pretty. Perhaps I should ask Lisa. She had some artistic ability and a sense of style. It would be nice if I could tattoo Rhonda if we decided to make this permanent, but in addition to needing to hide her submissiveness from her employer, I doubted tattoo ink would show well against her skin. I thought the piercings would have to suffice, and g

How I wished Mark wouldn't hang around with that jerk. As I finished my drink I put the glass down and looking in the mirror across from me admired where half of that $500 had gone. I was wearing a sleeveless low cut red blouse and from the tip of my shoulder all the way down to my elbow was an enormous tattoo of the Greek gorgon Medusa. The tattoo had been done in black and emerald green and the coils of her serpentine body wrapped around the inside of my arm as well. I smiled at my reflection; Medusa had taken almost five hours but had been worth every minute and every penny. It goes without saying that my parents were not happy. Mom simply gave me a disgusted head shake and said that I wa