I arrived at Dorian's place or rather my Stepdaddys studio. Eeewwwu! It tastes like crap saying it, because my mind keeps flashing back to that horrible but pleasurable night.
When I got in, I sat in the chair.
The black vinyl was cold and it had cracks in the seat. The room was small and smelled like bleach and old coffee. Dorian walked to a metal tray which was already set for my inking.
Yes! I came along to get my tatoo. How I've yearned to gain one before my 26th birthday.
He put on his black gloves and the plastic snapped against his skin. My stomach felt tight. This man was my mother’s husband and now, my stepdad. We had s*x in a hotel room two weeks ago and now also, I found myself in his shop, trying to get myself inked. Isabelle, hope you are not going crazy already? I thought
