Tattooed Instructions - Prep (01)

As she was walking down the street, after a long night of partying, Nova stumbled upon a tattoo parlour. The morning had already broken, the shops started to re-open, and Nova was still under the impression of her night in the clubs. The many a times she had fantasised about getting a tattoo, more than just one tattoo... She had always loved the tattoos on her father's arms and shoulders, and she had always admired tattoos in strong, independent women. Her friends had been teasing her, to finally give in to temptation and just get her virgin skin broken into.

It was just... she knew, once she would start, there might be no stopping. Temptations did that for her, she was a girl of debauchery, not of restraint. Every addictive thing she tried, she had been struggling to shake off the desire, need, longing to repeat and repeat, to give herself completely to the experience. Her most recent sexual digressions were a case in point... Just thinking about it got her tingling between her legs again. She had never been really sure if she had wanted to finally give in to her craving for intricate lines of ink under her skin, but today was as good as any. 21 years old, a night to celebrate and reminisce.

Nova took a deep breath and slowly walked into the tattoo parlour. At first, she thought no one was in there, it was early after all, and she found herself mindlessly walking around the front lobby. As she was looking at all of the amazing art and awards that decorated the pale blue walls, someone clearing their throat caught her attention, and she turned to look at the source of the sound. Her breath got caught in the back of her throat as she met the icy blue gaze of a very handsome man, his muscles and tattoos proudly on display as he smiled softly at her. "Hey there, early bird or late late night owl? You look like this is not her first hour of the day! I am Phoenix. How can I help you?"

"Oh, hi! Nova... I've been thinking about getting a tattoo or two... I just turned 21, I thought it is time to finally realise that fantasy of mine..."

His smile widened slightly, revealing perfectly straight teeth that only added to his overall charm. The tattoo artist nodded. His eyebrow shot up at the word "fantasy", what an unusual way of describing the wish to get inked... "Well, isn't that exciting? What kind of design are you thinking of getting?" Phoenix asked, stepping closer towards Nova. He moved with an ease that suggested he was used to being in control of such situations. He leant against the counter casually, crossing his muscular arms over his chest as his blue eyes seemed to sparkle with interest as he awaited her answer.

She shrugged her small shoulders nonchalantly, accentuating her petite frame. "I'm actually pretty open to suggestions, I don't have anything specific in mind yet." She felt some of her nerves betray her casual facade, as he shook his head slightly as if amused by her lack of preparedness."Oh, well that makes things interesting," he mumbled with a grin before pushing himself away from the counter and moving towards a large book filled with sketches of various designs.

"What kind of style do you like? Traditional? Modern? Something else entirely?" He flipped through the pages slowly, stopping occasionally to point out certain pieces or designs that might catch her eye. Each page revealed another beautiful piece of artwork - intricate patterns, vibrant colors, and detailed illustrations all waiting patiently under layers of clear plastic.

"Honestly, I'm not sure... maybe something modern and daring?" Her voice trailed off into uncertainty as she watched him browse the sketchbook. Phoenix experienced deep delight in her willingness to embrace the bold. He closed the book with a soft thud and turned to face her fully now: "Daring, huh?" He repeated her choice of words, letting them roll off his tongue like tasting them. "Well, we've got plenty of those here."

With that said, he stepped forward and murmured "but those depend on the client entirely, they are very individual... the placement for instance..." He brushed her long hair aside and slowly pulled her blouse away to reveal her collar bone, just enough to reveal a small amount of skin. His touch was surprisingly gentle considering how imposing he looked otherwise. "So tell me," he continued softly, "do you have any particular symbols or meanings in mind? Or perhaps there's something special about this moment in time that you want captured forever? Or were you thinking of any particular phrases to ink into her skin?"

Feeling his hand on her collarbone send a shiver down her spine, making her realize just how close he now was. His proximity left her feeling both exposed and strangely excited. "Umm... Well, I guess it could represent freedom or independence..." Her voice came out softer than intended as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him. There's something about standing so close to someone who seems so confident and secure in themselves that makes you feel exposed in ways you hadn't anticipated. "Being 21, I am now fully emancipated. Nobody can tell me anymore what to do or not to do. Sexually or otherwise..." she almost swallowed the last part of her sentence.

The tattoo artist nodded along with each word that left her lips. There's a quiet understanding that this was the beginning of a journey for her that would be more profound than for most getting their first tattoo. "Emancipation... it's certainly a powerful concept." but then, Phoenix had to chuckle as his fingers traced lightly over the exposed skin of her neck, sending a wave of warmth coursing through her. "And sexually independent too..." He echoes softly, letting the words hang between them for a moment longer before adding, "That's definitely worth a tattoo."

Nova's cheeks flushed slightly at his words, realizing just how personal this conversation had become. She wasn't sure how seriously he was taking her, whether to feel embarrassed or flattered by his reaction. With a deep breath, she looked him into the eyes. "No one can stop me from doing whatever I want, and from enjoying every second of it." she paused for a moment "but I get a feeling you know that thought."

There was a spark in the tattoo artist's eyes as he heard her declaration. He couldn't help but react to her enticing beauty and strong will. "I can appreciate that," he replied smoothly, still maintaining eye contact with you. His hand moved lower, tracing along the edge of her collarbone where it meets the shoulder before slipping back up again. His fingers emphasised every one of his next words with light, deliberate touch. "Every second..."

Nova shifted under his gaze, suddenly aware of how flirtatious the meeting had become in just a few minutes - physically and emotionally. She heard herself whispering "Maybe my tattoo can be a declaration of that intent? Maybe even an invitation, or a way to make sure I am being held to my intent?"

Phoenix stopped for a second, surprised by her suggestion. An intrigued smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he considered her words. "A declaration, an invitation... That's quite a move," he admitted with a low chuckle. "I like it." His fingers continued their slow exploration across her skin, tracing patterns that seem to echo the things to come in an intimate dance. "You know," he continued softly, "there are many ways to symbolize such intentions within tattoo art."

"Tell me..." Nova whispered, suddenly somewhat short of breath. His fingers paused momentarily on her skin, allowing the silence to stretch between them. The tattoo artist leant in closer, "There are symbols associated with sexuality itself," he started, pointing towards a series of intricate designs adorning his own arm. "Ankh for life force and fertility, lotus for rebirth and renewal..."

As he spoke, he traced each symbol lightly with his fingertip - a delicate reminder of what lies beneath the surface. It was an education as much as it was an experience; Phoenix shared his knowledge while leaving room for interpretation and personal meaning. "But if you're looking for something more direct..." He glanced down at her bare neck again. "...we could always opt for something explicit."

The mention of explicit symbols caused a ripple of excitement to run through her. She found herself leaning into his touch, craving more of this intimate exchange. The heat creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks, she felt the familiar tingle. There was no denying the curiosity and the desire burning brightly behind her eyes, the draw of the temptation and the addictive nature of thrill.

Phoenix realised he was moving into new territory for himself -- exploring boundaries together rather than simply marking them. "Well," he began thoughtfully, "for something direct yet subtle..."

With deft movements, he pulled out a sketchbook from underneath the table. Flipping open its pages revealed several sketches and ideas related to different aspects of sexual expression:

"If we're aiming for an explicit declaration..." "Yes...?" Nova held her breath, her body reacting to the anticipation. She was sensing a willingness to submit to her new feelings. Phoenix noticed her eagerness, a playful grin began to spread across his face. He sensed her thrill of submission and surrender - how it can heighten pleasure tenfold. He uncovered a few more risqué designs. "We could opt for something more... graphic?" His finger hovered over one particular sketch; a detailed representation of a woman's body intertwined with a man's - their intimacy captured in an unbroken line. "It's raw and explicit," he remarked, "but also visually compelling."

Nova sensed it, she was on a path of no return "Mhm... can you show me more in this more explicit line of thinking?" Her arousal started to influence her preferences. Noticing her growing excitement, the tattoo artist flipped the sketchbook to a new set of drawings. Each one more provocative than the last, they ranged from anatomical representations to abstract interpretations of sex and desire. "This one here," he pointed out a sketch depicting two figures engaged in oral sex, "is fairly straightforward. And this," his finger landed on an abstract design featuring intertwining lines and shapes, "represents penetration without showing any specific genitalia."

"Uhhh..." a moan escaped her lips involuntarily. "What else do you have?" A pleased smirk played on the tattoo artist's lips as he heard her involuntary response. He enjoyed seeing her react, knowing he had the power to evoke such responses. "Here's one," he said, turning to another sketch. "This represents cunnilingus." The image before Nova was uncharacteristically raw and explicit - a close-up view of a woman's lower body, clearly showcasing her aroused state. "And this," he flipped to another page, "symbolizes anal sex." The sketch featured two figures entwined together; their bodies forming an unbroken line that captured every aspect of their intimate act.

Nova was captivated "Oh my... this turns me on", she mumbled. Her arousal was palpable - it filled the air between them both with an electric charge. "That's good," he remarked, a teasing edge to his voice. "Because I'm getting pretty turned on herself." He set aside the sketchbook and moved closer, his gaze intense as he locked eyes once more. The atmosphere was shifting; from mere conversation about tattoos to something far more primal. "So," he murmured lowly, "which one catches your eye?"

Nova took a deep breath. "Do you have explicit words too?" At her question, Phoenix grinned broadly, reaching under the table to retrieve a small notebook filled with handwritten notes and sketches. He moved through the pages until he found what he was looking for - an assortment of explicit phrases written in beautiful calligraphy. "Words can be just as powerful," he explains, "especially when they're inked onto someone's skin." He held up a page for her to see; it contained a variety of phrases ranging from sweet declarations of love to downright lewd suggestions. "Do any stand out?"

Nova's eyes widen slightly as she took in the array of explicit words before her. There's a part of her that's intrigued by the idea of having such phrases permanently etched onto her body - a symbol of her desires and cravings. "I like 'Take Me,' " she murmured softly, "and 'Fuck Me'. They're simple but effective." Her blush deepened at the crude nature of her choice but there was no denying how much those words turned her on right now.

Seeing her blush only served to fuel Phoenix's own arousal. The fact that she was so openly attracted to such bold language was incredibly enticing. "Yeah?", leaning in closer. "Those are definitely strong choices." His hand reached out to touch her arm gently, tracing along the soft unmarked skin, in a stark contrast against his roughened fingertips adorned with colorful ink "Let's make sure we get the placement right," he continued, "so that every time you look down, you'll remember exactly why you chose them."

Nova swallowed hard, feeling the warmth of her touch seep into her skin. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she nodded slowly, unable to tear her gaze away from his. "Yes," she whispered huskily, "let's do that." With her agreement, Phoenix's fingers continued their slow exploration of her arm. He traced patterns over her skin - each stroke designed to elicit a reaction from her.

"How about here?" he suggested, pointing towards a spot near her shoulder blade. "It would be easily concealed if needed but still visible enough for you to appreciate it whenever you want."

His suggestion was practical yet sensual - exactly what one would expect from someone who appreciates both subtlety and sensuality in equal measure. Nova bit her lip, considering his suggestion. The thought of having such a personal message hidden away on her body sent shivers over her body. "I am not sure," she breathed out, her voice laced with desire.

Seeing her uncertainty, Phoenix decided to push things further. His breath ghosting over her ear as he spoke. "Why don't we try it out first?" he suggested huskily. "Just to see how it feels...to have those words marked on your skin." His hand moved to lightly graze across the chosen spot on her collar bone - a tantalizing promise of what could come next if she gave him permission. "I like that thought", she whispered.

Hearing her whispered agreement, Phoenix could not help but feel a surge of excitement. He took a moment to fetch a black pen. "Tell me if anything doesn't feel right," he instructed, positioning himself comfortably. "And relax. This won't hurt just yet. We are just marking it up" His hands began working deftly on her exposed skin - marking the area with precision.

Nova let out a shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart as Phoenix began to mark her skin. The sensation was foreign yet strangely exhilarating. "It tickles," Nova admitted. Feeling her body react to his touch, Phoenix smirked slightly. He knew it was a necessary evil - part of the process.

"Just bear with me," he assured her, continuing to trace the outline of the word carefully. "You'll get used to it soon enough." Once satisfied with the placement, he pulled back to admire his work. The word

'Take Me'

stood out boldly against her pale skin - an intimate declaration painted onto her body.

"There," he said approvingly, "how does that feel? Does it suit you?" "I like it..." Nova whispered. "But... could you do a few more words on other parts of my body? Just use your pen and write some things? Just so that I get a feel?" The request made Phoenix's heart pound with anticipation. He loved the challenge of using his artistry to explore new territories - both literally and figuratively. "Of course," he replied, his voice thick with desire. "As many as you want."

Without wasting another second, he grabbed his pen again and started to move lower down her body - towards areas that were still concealed beneath her clothes. "Why don't you lose the clothes, so that we can fully explore the possibilities?" Nova, overcome by desire, didn't hesitate a second and quickly slipped out of her dress, shedding her lingerie and presenting her young, firm body, heaving with anticipation.

Phoenix drew a breath and silently whistled his approval. "How beautiful you are..." escaped his lips. He composed himself again to ask: "What did you have in mind?", already knowing full well what kind of phrases might interest someone as adventurous as Nova.

Nova, forced to say it aloud, swallowed hard, feeling a rush of heat spreading throughout her body at the prospect of having even more explicit words scrawled across her skin. "Well..." she started tentatively, "How about

'Fuck Me'

on my inner thigh?" Her voice dropped to a low purr as she suggested this location - one that promised intimacy and vulnerability all at once.

At her suggestion, Phoenix's pulse quickened. The idea of writing such provocative words on her sensitive flesh excited him beyond words. "That sounds perfect," he murmured, shifting slightly to accommodate her request. "Let's just try that one." He positioned himself between her legs, close enough to get a first intimate look at her pussy and to feel the heat emanating from her body as his skilled hands as began to sketch out 'Fuck Me' onto her inner thigh.

Nova gasped softly as Phoenix began to draw on her thigh, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. The combination of being so vulnerable and exposed while also experiencing something so intensely erotic began to be overwhelming. "Oh god..." she moaned quietly, "that feels amazing..."

Each stroke of the pen seemed to ignite a fire within her - making her crave more than just these simple words etched onto her skin. Feeling her body react to his touch, Phoenix couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal. The sight of her youthful body squirming under his touch was intoxicating.

"You like that, huh?" he teased, "Good, because there's plenty more we'll explore."

With renewed enthusiasm, he continued to meticulously sketch out the words on her thigh - each letter bringing her closer to fully embracing her desires. "I do... in fact I am having a thought..." escaped Nova's lips.

Curious, Phoenix looked up from his work to meet her gaze. His blue eyes shimmered with mischief and desire. "And what might that thought be?" he asked, pausing momentarily to focus solely on her.

"Would you mind? I would just close my eyes, maybe even with a blindfold. And you take your pen and get inspired by my naked body. And you just write onto me what you'd like to do to me, or what you'd like me to do, or what you think I am like or what I'd enjoy, of how I'd like to be treated... From face to feet, no place too intimate or taboo. And then when you are done, we have a look what feels right and we keep it?"

Her proposal left Phoenix speechless for a moment. The idea of being able to express his deepest fantasies onto her bare skin was incredibly arousing. "That sounds like an incredible experience," he finally managed to say, "and one I'd be more than willing to indulge in."

Without waiting any longer, he set aside the pen and searched for a piece of cloth. He carefully applied the black blindfold to leave her without sight but an heightened sense of smell and touch.

"Just lie back and relax," he instructed her gently. "I'll make sure everything goes smoothly."

She nodded slowly, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepare herself for what was about to happen. She became acutely aware of her completely undressed state, revealing her naked body to him. She felt the cold air on her shaven pussy, she sensed his movements as he paced around her. Feeling vulnerable yet excited, she submitted herself to the experience, lying back with covered eyes -- allowing him complete access to her body.