After lunch mummy took me to a backstreet place that advertised tattoos and piercings. Once again, I was asked to take off my dress. I sat naked in the chair, visible to any who came in, or to passers-by. The tattooist first tattooed a heart with Mummy on my right upper arm and then an identical one that said dada on my left. Across my tummy was tattooed "Ad...
This is the first of 3 parts. I wrote these stories years ago. These stories have twists from the normal BDSM that you have read in the past. Please leave comments below and I will have the other parts submitted soon. ~~~~~~~~~~ I was due for a cleaning; I have always taken really great care of my teeth. After all a beautiful smile makes the world go round...
Special thanks to all the editors that helped me with this one. Jen litgirl, sexy tat, and DevilsRapture. You guys are great. I sat at Mark and Debbie's kitchen table, staring at the patterns in the oak. I was feeling somewhere between elation and shock. A little over two hours ago, I had been on Teardrop Tonya's porch, my swimming trunks around my ankle...
Dedicated to Susan Business was good, the money was not rolling in but we were more than comfortable. The permanent makeup side was so busy that Sally had to take on an artist dedicated to just doing the tattooed makeup. I had been on several television programmes, showing my alternative look and been invited to attend well paid sessions with psychiatrist...
Guess I shouldn't have been surprised it would come to this. Jack always insisted he was getting better, but sure enough, he was up to his old tricks: Stealing shit to fund his 'kicked' dope habit. Now I'm sitting on my front porch as Detective Pindick goes through my shit. He probably thinks I'm in on it. I'm sure to him that anyone with tattoos and a mohaw...
Every morning, before her husband and son woke up, Kirsten ran. She slept in her sports bra and running shorts, partly because she'd read in a fitness magazine that it helped motivate athletes to move first thing in the morning, and partly because it helped mask the fact that her husband, Greg, paid little attention to her body anymore. In the winter, she...
I had met Sally in 1992 whilst doing a business college course, she was lovely, good looking, slim and had the most wonderful smile I had ever seen, it was love at first sight. I had taken the course because of pressure from work, they wanted to promote me and thought that I was too inexperienced and the course would help me understand the finer points of...
Note: The story takes place about two years before the events of the first. It is a sort of "origin story" before I continue with Jazzmyne's story. ________________________ "Ohhh...Shit! FUCK!" I screamed in pleasure as the large truck driver continued to relentlessly fuck my tight asshole, sweat dripping down from my face. This complete stranger, whom I m...
25th May Slut gets the point School sort of ended in May. The year 13s were given two weeks off before our A-levels to revise. I was a diligent student and intended to use my time productively. On the last day, it was traditional for the six-formers to abandon their business suits and dress up as school children for the last day pub crawl. As an undercover...
NOTE: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. * "Are you sure about this, Chrissy?" Lisa Myers flipped through the sketchbook worriedly. The rest of her friends all seemed so sure about getting the same tattoo together, but she couldn't get over what pe...