I was finishing up her peace sign tattoo. Emilie was still stifling moans, because as I was tattooing her I had the heel of my left hand applying pressure directly to her clit. Her tattoo is on her hip so, so whereas my right hand, holding the tattoo gun, was hovering over her left hip, my left hand was resting between her legs. Emilie is eighteen with a pe...
The new Sow settles in * * * The next morning saw me up and about before dawn and in the treatment room with my hands full. 22 was receiving the first massage on its teats for the day and after a somewhat sleepless night due to itching hair was catching 40 winks using my shoulder as a pillow. "Itchy hair," I had exclaimed in mock surprise. " That's hard...
It was a major leap for us both and specially an out-of-character behavior for me. I would have never imagined that I would be standing on an altar in front of a man, whom I had met just six months ago. At that moment, when we were about to take our vows, I realized that I loved the man a lot but I barely knew anything about his background. However, when he...
It was the last day of our senior year of High school and Mark and I was just killing time till his little brother got out of school. We had a ritual that we started on the 12 years earlier; we would start a huge bond fire and burn all of our schoolbooks and papers from the year. Mark and I started to throw a football around, and after I was tackled by mark...
Emily's appointment with Luke was in a few hours. She wasn't as nervous as she had been yesterday, since he'd guaranteed her privacy. She was actually looking forward to seeing him. Now, she stood in front of her mirror topless, with her hands covering her 42 DDD breasts. She didn't like looking at herself topless, or even naked for that matter. She wanted...
She was stretched out on the table in the tattoo parlour, holding my hand. The red of her nails matched the red on a cartoon of a Chinese dragon on the wall. In the background you could hear the door to the street opening and closing, the receptionist chatting away with customers and tyre-kickers alike. On the stereo Biffy Clyro were doing their best or wors...
I know it's been a while, but thanks to the people who e-mailed me demanding more. Hope this doesn't disappoint... ~logo *** Another day, another dollar. Theme of her life for years, these past few months led to more enjoyment than she expected. Sure there were dollars, but it was more than that. Who would have thought a change of location to affect such...
I hope you have enjoyed reading as much as I have enjoyed telling my story. Are you ready to hear the rest of the evenings delights? Master had his driver, yes, he had a driver in front, his Hummer was really a limo with the cab completely separated from the rear compartment. Well, he hit the intercom and told his driver to take us to his apartment. He tol...
Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real; any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy When the SUV pulled into a parking space in front of...
Jim McMurty: I was born in Bow, where my parents still live, which make me a true cockney. I happily left school at fifteen, and went to help my dad. He is a tattooist with a little parlour just off the West India Dock Road. Those of you who remember the Young Friends Chinese restaurant, where like many others, I discovered the pleasures of dim sum, will kn...