“Oh s**t, why do you have a tattoo?" She ran her hands all over my shoulder where I was inked. She bit her lip and moaned or groaned I'm not sure which. I couldn't hold back the laughter as she glared at me like I'd done something.
“What's the matter?"
“How long did you have this tattoo?" She trailed one finger around the team number I had tattooed on my shoulder as she looked at me suspiciously.
I'm not quite sure what that was about but then again I'm not surprised, the women in my life are destined to make me nuts.
“Over a year why?"
“No reason, it's just, I have a thing about tattoos." From the way she said it while rubbing her thighs together, I knew the 'thing' wasn't bad.
“Do tell." I went back to nibbling on her neck while palming her breasts in my hands. I knew they were goi
