Life, Love, Sex

Tattoo Ideas

So a few years ago when I was thinking about tattoos I was thinking how it could be cool to get a tattoo of a single Iris done a la Van Gogh. Though I was never sold enough on the idea to do it.

Though recently I had a new idea along those lines- the same flower, just coloring it differently- not fully colored in, just on the edges. It was kind of inspired by Essin’ Em’s latest tattoo- which I love.

But I dunno where I’d put it. Maybe down the side of my torso on my left side (yes the same side as my cherry blossoms, but I have the right side saved for a possible star/fairy design).

Yes, I got the tattoo bug. It’s been over a year since my last tattoo!

But I might get a piercing first. Even though after the pain of my nose piercing I swore that’d be my last one.

I’m thinking though I might like to try a lip piercing??? I dunno. I feel like I’m going to chicken out. I’m also not entirely sure I’m going to like it on me.

But anyways, I’m procrastinating on this paper that’s due in oh…12 hours…

Let me go at least start that. My name should be a good addition to the blank Word document…

Question #5

What is your favorite tattoo or piercing that you currently have? What addition to your “collection” do you want most? What will be next (even if it’s not the one you want the most!)?

Ooh- great question! Well so far I have my 2 piercings (nose and hood) and my 2 tattoos and I love all of them. But I’d say my cherry blossom tattoo is my favorite because of how sexy it makes me feel and how many compliments I get.

I think I’m done with piercings though. I like the look of little barbells through nipples, but I just don’t think I’m going to ever be able to go through with it. I just get so psyched out by piercings, and that really psyches me out.

As of right now there are 3 tattoos that I’m contemplating.

I’m thinking about a shooting star design on my left inner forearm, similar to this design —>,

with coloring similar to this —>

I like the blue haze, but I would probably get it in yellow with different colored stars (them not all being the same color)

My only hesitation is my wondering if I’m going to want stars on me when I’m 50.

On my right inner forearm I’m contemplating something more abstract. I’ve also considered that fairy I saw at the place where I got my 2 tattoos done.

But if not the fairy, then something along the lines of this:

But obviously made to fit my arm. I’ve also thought about if I want it to curve around my wrist onto the back of my hand too.

I can only get the ones on my arms though if I can find someone who knows how to tattoo over scars.

The 3rd place I want a tattoo is along the side of my right breast, like this picture, but not that tattoo.

God I really want to suck that nipple though.

Sorry. Anyways.

I don’t want it to go up my shoulder though, and I’d want it to extend a bit down my ribs (ouch, I know), and that’s easier to do with my itty bitty bussoms.

I’d probably get that abstract one that’s on the foot if I don’t get it on my arm. Otherwise I’m not so sure.

Ooh! I just thought of a 4th one. I want a tiny little heart on my left hand by the crook of my thumb and forefinger.

That might be the one I get next because I can’t really afford anything nicer for awhile. Plus I want to ease myself into ultra visible tattoos. And ease my parents into it too, lol.

But those are my ideas for right now, we’ll see if I come up with any more.

HNT #9

Note: I took the picture in the mirror, so it’s actually backwards. The tattoo is on my left breast.

The sigificance behind it:

Chinese Cherry Blossom

For the Chinese the cherry blossom is a very significant symbol of power. Typically it represent a feminine beauty and sexuality and often holds an idea of power or feminine dominance. Within the language of herbs and herbal lore of the Chinese the cherry blossom is often the symbol of love.

Japanese Cherry Blossom

For the Japanese the cherry blossom holds very different meaning. The cherry blossom is a very delicate flower that blooms for a very short time. For the Japanese this represents the transience of life. This concept ties in very deeply with the fundamental teachings of Buddhism that state all life is suffering and transitory. The Japanese have long held strong to the Buddhist belief of the transitory nature of life and it is very noble to not get too attached to a particular outcome or not become emotional because it will all pass in time.

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Change of Mind

I woke up this morning and decided I didn’t want the tattoo I saw to be my 2nd one. It was a very beautifully and uniquly done fairy that I really don’t know how to adequately describe. It caught my eye when I first saw it in September, and I really did love it just as much seeing it again.

But I kind of have this rule that my tattoos should mean something to me, and not just be something pretty. But that’s my rule. And that’s only because I don’t plan on covering my whole body with tattoos. If I were, then heck yeah I’d put pretty things on me!

But my passion kanji means a great deal to me because I think it’s so important to have passion in your life and it’s something I wish I had more of.

And I was going to keep this to myself to surprise Jefferson, but I just couldn’t this time. I’m so much more excited about my 2nd tattoo!!

I got another one and I love it! It’s perfect! And it has so much meaning and it’s awesome.

It’s cherry blossoms, symbols of female beauty and sexuality, among other things.

I’ll post pictures once I’m back at school and have my camera.

OMG it hurt like a son of a bitch though! I was whining and cursing through most of it! And I’d dig my fingernails into my hand to distract from the tattoo pain and now I have a dozen marks in each hand!

I don’t know if I could do it again, lol. It really hurt. It was up there next to a hard caning. But like and hour and a half caning. Cause that’s about how long it took!

So, yeah. Yay!!

I May Be Ready

So I’m really thinking of getting another tattoo. Gah! I just hope I didn’t start a new addiction! Lol. I can’t show a picture because it’s something I saw in one of the books at the shop I went to for my first one.

But it was really cool and I’ve been thinking about it since I saw it in September, so that’s saying something!

But I also really want to get my nose pierced. Like hardcore. So I’m thinking I’ll go back to the place to get my nose done (as long as it’s possible to have a little stud because of my job) and get a pricing on the tattoo I want.

Yeah. I like that.

Bearer of Gifts

“I have two surprises for you Friday! Aren’t you doubly excited now?” I wrote to Jefferson the Wednesday before getting together.

“Uh, YEAH!

Now I really can’t wait until Friday. Thankfully, it’s tomorrow.

I have something at the kids’ school that will get me home about 10 or 10:30. Maybe I can leave my door unlocked and find you waiting in bed.”

I got to Jefferson’s building around 10:20 Friday morning and headed straight to his apartment and let myself inside, but was surprised to see him sitting on the couch with his laptop in his lap.

“You beat me!”
“Yes, on occasion.”

I set my stuff down on the coffee table and gave him a big kiss hello before doling out my presents.

“Ok, this I’ll bet you can guess what it is,” I said handing him a long brown paper bag.
“A kite? No, it’s a crop!”
“Mmm hmm. Now you can get rid of the broken one. And, here’s a piece of cake I made last night, for your sweet tooth. And for your artistic side…” I said pulling out a black plastic bag with 3 different colored candles.
“Wow, thanks honey.”
“You’re welcome.”

I like doing nice things for people. It makes me feel good to make people smile.

And Jefferson sure does have a nice smile.

I straddled his lap and kissed him. We made out like this for a bit and I ground my crotch against his as I got more and more turned on.

“Let’s get naked,” I finally suggested.

I pulled him off the couch and we moved back to the bedroom. Jefferson made a quick stop in the bathroom as I undressed.

I climbed into bed and kept the covers above my waist, hiding my tattoo for the moment.

He came in the room and stripped before climbing into bed with me.

We kissed passionately and intensely. My hands and legs drew Jefferson as close as possible to me as his hands caressed my face and ran through my hair.

I moaned as we kissed, aching to have him inside me.

Soon enough he threw the covers back and climbed between my legs to grab for a condom.

“Oh look, you’re tattoo is back,” he said as he rolled the condom on.
“Or is it?”
“Isn’t it?”
“Rub it….” (My temp one I had over the summer would rub off very easily)

He rubbed his thumb over it and I could see his face starting with that look of excitement.

“Surprise!”
“It’s real?!”
“Uh huh!” I nodded as I grinned.
“Oh wow! That’s so cool!” he said excitedly, his face totally lit up “When did you get it?”
“Last Friday.”
“Wow, it healed really fast.”
“Yep!”

Once he finished admiring my new marking, he started fucking me.

And there’s not a whole lot write about that hasn’t already been described. It was good, hot sex served up vanilla style. It’s kind of how we’ve been lately.

We finished with a blow job and I made Jefferson cum with my mouth, trying to satiate him over the weekend when he had his kids.

“We didn’t have time to try out the new crop,” I pouted.
“Maybe we can try it out on Tuesday.”

Tuesday would be the return of the sex parties. After taking the summer off, Jefferson was ready to start them back up again, but only monthly now.

We cleaned up, put away all evidence of sex, and headed out together.

I had thought I might go to The Met to look at some paintings for class, but I was exhausted and headed straight home and right into bed for a nice nap.