Madison got a tattoo.
Now said tattoo haunts me as I try to fall asleep. My s*x-starved mind imagines its location. If it had been on her arm, neck, wrist, or legs she would have shown me, or I might have seen a bandage.
Maybe it's on her ribcage and curves under her breast. I groan remembering how fine her breasts are. I bet it's some saying or quote that means something to her. I imagine her lying in my bed. As I kiss her, I unfasten and remove her lacy black bra. I trail my lips down her collarbone and around her globes. A I plan to attend to her n****e, I freeze when I glimpse the script. I trace my fingertip over each letter. Madison wriggles as my featherlight touch tickles.
My mind leaps to another option. Perhaps her tattoo is instead a red heart with words upon a scroll wove
