In my tattoo shop, the door chimes. She walks in. Blonde hair tousled by wind. Blue eyes piercing. Mannequin perfection. Vanessa. Wants ink on her left tit and pubis. ‘Tatiana forever’ on the breast. ‘Girls only’ arrow pointing down low. Her lover’s mark. I’m Sylvain. New shop owner. Heart pounds. She’s lingerie model. No room for visible tats. Intimate spots only.
Nerves of steel, Jimmy said. Yeah, right. I sketch upgrades. Heart to sparkling diamond, pink to blue fade. Elegant script. She tears up. ‘She’s my life.’ We chat Flaubert. Madame Bovary. Loneliness, infidelity. Hour flies. She nods. Let’s do the tit first. Less pain.
The Awakening
Back room. Hygiene spiel. Waiver signed. She hesitates. ‘Turn around?’ Nah, pro. She unbuttons shirt. Bra snaps off. Tits spill free. Full, firm, perfect pink nipples. Jaw drops. Skin like silk. I prep inks, machine hums. Heart slams chest. Cock twitches in jeans.
Stencil time. Standing. Arms down. Hands shake. Can’t steady. Too close. Her scent hits me. ‘Sorry, I can’t. Too… excited.’ She whispers, grabs my hands. Presses to her tits. Warm. Heavy. Soft yet firm. Guides circles. Nipples harden under palms. I knead. Lost. Eyes shut. Lips brush skin. Kisses rain. Suck nipples. She moans soft. Then bolts. Covers face. Grabs clothes. Runs crying.
Fuck. Ruined it. She’s gay. Trusted me. I groped like animal. Shop closes in my head. Days blur. Obsessed. Sketch her curves only. Clients flash tits, asses, pussies. One grinds on machine vibes. Fingers me wet slit. Sucks cock. I fuck her hard. No joy. Emptier. Tattoo ‘Vanessa’ on arm. Then thigh, belly, calves. Everywhere. Shop shutters. Read Bovary. Empty life.
The Raw Act
Bang on door. Month later. ‘It’s me, Vanessa.’ Rideau up. She’s there. Exhausted eyes. Skintight skirt, jacket. ‘Tattoo me. Need your mark.’ Enters. Strips naked on table. Tits heaving. Shaved mound, lips peeking. ‘Body’s yours.’ No Tatiana. No girls only.
Lotion her pubis. Needle bites. She jolts. Line by line. ‘Vanessa’ in script. Her eyes glow. Relief. Then tit. Hand cups, steadies. Curves perfect. Needle traces. She breathes heavy.
Done. Mirror. Tear falls. Kisses me fierce. Hands roam. Clothes off. Tits crush chest. Cock slides her slick pussy. Wet heat grips. Thrust deep. She claws back. ‘Fuck me.’ Hips buck. Nipples bite. Sweat slicks. Cum explodes inside.
Back to normal. Shop opens. She models. I ink clients. Secret burns hot. Her ink: diamond heart ‘Vanessa’ on mound. Tit reads ‘Not a minute without you.’ Mine: her name etched deep. Society blind. Our taboo fuck. Daily relive. Pulse races. Forbidden forever.