Here it is," she said, lifting her shirt and showing me the tattoo on her back, just above her ass. It read "Fuck me" on one side, and "Larry" on the other side of her back. "You had my name tattooed on yourself?" I said, taken back a bit. "That ones in henna, just in case I ever change my mind." "Or your brand of cock," I said. "Say, how about you get dicked right now?" "Id love to but..." "No buts allowed" I said, reaching beneath her skirt and securing her panties. "Bend over there on the counter, Im going to take some of that snatch." Her panties slid down and she stepped out of them. They were satin, silver with red hearts. I bent her over the window

That I can look now, so I do, tiny pin pricks leak a mixture of blood and ink and I admire the latest colorful addition to my back, he asks me if I am pleased with it and I tell him I am, adding "its always a pleasure" and I smile, wondering where would be a good place for my next tattoo.

His voice quickly brought her back to reality and into the tattoo parlor where they now sat. Ebony stood and walked behind her Daddy and into the backroom. She nervously looked around as her Daddy explained to the tattoo artist what his baby would be getting and where. Her Daddy told the man he wanted two tattoos so they would need a second artist. He said they could both be done at the same time. Her Daddy gave the man a paper that spelled out specifically want he wanted both tattoos to say and

The cute tattoo man looked like he was ready to strangle her. She took the drawings out of his hand, handed them to me and said, "Look at those while you are looking at my ankle -- I know you can do two things at once." I looked at her ankle, the smooth skin and looked at the tattoo artists drawings. I choose the picture in the middle -- the one of the roses intertwined with thorns. "This one!" I said, and handed the sketch to the tattoo man. "Finally." he said, sounding exhausted before he had even begun the tattoo.

This was to be Jessicas second tattoo. Her first tattoo was a simple thing she got several months earlier at my hand. She originally wanted a rose on her ankle, but I somewhat gently nudged her into something more interesting. Roses are so horribly hackneyed and trite; almost a default design for a person who knows they want a tattoo, but is not creative enough to think of something original.

tattoos are so expensive these days, who can afford to get them anymore? I know I cant, but fortunately for me, I have a deal worked out with one of my local tattoo artist that gives me a huge discount on the work Im getting done. everyday on my way home from work, I stop off at the shop and I spend about an hour in the back room with him sucking his cock. Im not gay or even the slight bit attracted to men.

I button my pants and sit back down looking at the tattoo I still need to finish. You open your eyes and look at me once more; the look on your face is almost disbelief. "Did that really happen?" I ask myself, as if to prove it once more I bring my fingers to my mouth. As I taste the sweet nectar once again I know it did. Add story to favorites Add author to favorites Click here

Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2007 00:43:02 -0500 From: Kim Lee katchlee3gmail.com Subject: Tattoo Kimberly, TVTS, Control, Part 7 Thank you for the overwhelming comments! If anyone has suggestions or would just like to talk a little dirty to me, maybe I could work it into the story - just a thought. Thank you NIFTY!!! You must be 18 or older to read. He was waiting for us and was finishing a tattoo on a customer. After he was done, he walked up to me and gave me a kiss and hug. He then led us to the back where he quickly pierced my ears. I was now wearing earrings like a real girl. Then he told me to lean back.

While out side they noticed that across the street was a tattoo shop. It didnt look to shabby, clean and even friendly. Suddenly and idea popped into her head, she wanted a tattoo! She turned to her friends with a huge grin on her face. "Hey, who wants to get a tattoo with me?" She asked. Her friends looked at her with a shocked look on their faces. "Are you kidding? Why do you all of the sudden want a tattoo?" One of her friends asked. "I have always wanted one, it sounds fun and kind of sexy.

Tammy was a friend of mine, she finally decided to get a tattoo. I took her to the shop were I got my tattoo because I knew she would be comfortable there. The place is an upscale establishment and reputable people work there as tattoo artist. After a very long time of looking through all the possible choices she settled in on one. Then it was the decision of where to have it placed on her body.