Living The Dream As the Hot and Steamy Tattoo Artists Canvas
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“As soon as I experienced my first, I knew without doubt, it would not be my last”
When my husband and I first married, he knew my body better I did. He could recognize every freckle, scar, and marking and tell you exactly where it resided within a heartbeat. 2 kids and 13 years later, he couldn’t tell you which of my 10 tattoos came first, nor where any of them were placed.
When I first walked into ‘Ink’ I thought I would be turned away. Luckily, I wasn’t, and my first encounter was far from my last……
“May I help you?” said a deep male voice.
I looked up and noticed a tall man standing behind the counter in front of me. His long dark hair was tied back neatly in a ponytail, he had deep blue eyes and hands the size of baseball gloves. His t-shirt showed off his forearms rippling with muscles beneath sleeves of tattoos, and I was sure the shirt would tear if he even slightly flexed.
“Um, yes, I, uh, came in for a tattoo,” I stumbled through my words as he stared at me so handed him the design I had been keeping in my purse.
He took it from my hands and examined it, while I explained how I felt unknown, untouched and foreign to both myself and my husband. “I want something to help me feel whole, sexy, confident and strong,” I said.
“You let me pick the place for this, and I’ll do it on one condition,” he said. “You have to return to me for a second tattoo if this one isn’t found before it heals.”
I had no idea what that meant, but I agreed and followed him into a private room to the left of the counter.
“Take off your jeans, and lay down. I’m Eli.”
“I’m Katy,” I said, and pulled off my jeans setting them aside before laying back on the bed.
Eli sat down on a stool next to me then rolled the top of my panties down to where my slit began. I gulped, and closed my eyes.
The pain was sharp and instant. Eli moved quickly and the warmth of his hand on my pelvis was hot and healing. I could hear myself moan and prayed he would not hear me.
The pain stopped, suddenly but Eli’s hand remained and I could feel his other hand join the first. They swirled around the tops of my thighs, and his thumbs hooked themselves under my panties and pulled them down and off my feet, spreading my legs slightly to see my wetness.
I gave a brief thought to my husband, and quickly swatted those thoughts away, moaning as I felt Eli’s finger lightly tracing my lips, pressing firmly on my throbbing bean, then quickly and deeply pushing inside.
I moaned, arching my back and pressing myself deeper onto his fingers, begging him to rub my clit.
I opened my eyes to see Eli lowering his head to my pussy. He took long, deep strokes with his tongue on my clit, while still rubbing and pressing my g-spot inside. I came hard and instantly, feeling the tightening and pulsing of my orgasm over and over while he licked and fingered me through the waves.
I wiggled off the bed so I could lean over it, my feet apart so he could enter me.
“Take me Eli,” I begged and he dropped his jeans, stepping out of them and tossing them aside. I looked behind to see Eli’s hardened cock, standing tall and thick, and braced myself in anticipation.
He took a hold of my hips with both hands, and circled his head on my dripping wet pussy. I groaned and arched my back, building the pleasure between us, feeling his heat on my back.
He entered me fully, pushing deep into me with every sinfully slow stroke.
I started circling my hips, pulsating against him, increasing the speed of his thrusts, pushing him deeper inside.
I could feel his hand drop between my legs, pinching my already swollen clit while still fucking me. I could feel the wave of another orgasm, slow and deep rising inside me. Building with each thrust and I knew it would be like nothing I had ever experienced before.
“I can’t wait for you Katy, you’re too wet, too tight, too sweet on my lips, I’m going to explode!”
“Do it. Cum for me,” I begged, and as he thrust into me, I could feel the warm rush of his seed spewing deep inside me, creating waves that took over my whole body and caused my legs to buckle beneath me.
“Don’t fall down,” Eli exclaimed, firmly gripping my hips and turning me around to face him.
He towelled himself off, and pulled on his jeans, while I rolled off the table, and pulled my shirt back over my head. I looked at the time and realized I needed to make sure I had dinner on the table for when my husband arrived home from work.
“I have to go; how much do I owe you?” I asked
“You forgot already?” Eli asked. “All I want is for you to return to me if this one isn’t found before it heals.”
I smiled as I grabbed my purse, and kissed Eli deeply before leaving the shop, knowing without a doubt, this tattoo would not be found anytime soon, nor would it be my last.
