Why no tattoo? (Bitch!!)
Apologies to any who already know this . . .
As many of you know I LOVE a good quality tattoo on a girl/woman . . . and I have always, as long as I can remember, wanted one myself. So why don't I have any ink - despite riding with a back-patch bike club (Hells Angels type but not The Angels).
Well . . . it had to be "just right" and I spent many years looking at ink, looking at magazines, books, hanging around at tattoo conventions and even spending time with tattooists in their shops - I just couldn't find the "right" design (and too unimaginative to think of one myself - I did try).
Finally, one day, I found one. The girl I was then living with came home and tossed the latest tattoo magazine in my lap.
There, on one of the pages, was the design I wanted. Not exactly but really close and good enough that any good tattooist could modify it on the spot. [Two angels praying over the Sacred Heart of Jesus - yeah I'm Catholic] I screamed at her: Got it! Got it! or something equally intelligent. I showed it to her and said - This is it. I'm going down to London to get this done next chance I get. (I was at Law School a long way from London so it was going to be a while.)
About 3 weeks later, my girlfriend and her friend went to a tattooist in Bristol to get her friend's tattoo (an ex boyfriend's name) covered up. She came back with a tattoo. Not entirely unexpected and she asked me to peel the dressing off her back a few days later after a good soaking it the shower. I knew where this was going. She was sexy as hell, great body, love sex in the shower . . . need I say more.
After a good long hot shower I started to peel the dressing off. VERY carefully, you have to be or you can (sometimes) pull part of the tattoo off!
Imagine - if you can - my horror to see MY BLOODY tattoo on her back. Several spluttered comments which involved words like: WTF, Bitch, WTF do you think you've done - Bitch? That's MY tat . . . etc etc. She genuinely thought I was going to be thrilled. I remember her saying: But Baby we'll have matching tats. F-ing idiot.
I got out of the shower, packed and I never went back
and,
I never did get a Tattoo.
I am also proud to say that I have never hit a woman. But boy, Oh Boy, I've come very fucking close
Rhino
As many of you know I LOVE a good quality tattoo on a girl/woman . . . and I have always, as long as I can remember, wanted one myself. So why don't I have any ink - despite riding with a back-patch bike club (Hells Angels type but not The Angels).
Well . . . it had to be "just right" and I spent many years looking at ink, looking at magazines, books, hanging around at tattoo conventions and even spending time with tattooists in their shops - I just couldn't find the "right" design (and too unimaginative to think of one myself - I did try).
Finally, one day, I found one. The girl I was then living with came home and tossed the latest tattoo magazine in my lap.
There, on one of the pages, was the design I wanted. Not exactly but really close and good enough that any good tattooist could modify it on the spot. [Two angels praying over the Sacred Heart of Jesus - yeah I'm Catholic] I screamed at her: Got it! Got it! or something equally intelligent. I showed it to her and said - This is it. I'm going down to London to get this done next chance I get. (I was at Law School a long way from London so it was going to be a while.)
About 3 weeks later, my girlfriend and her friend went to a tattooist in Bristol to get her friend's tattoo (an ex boyfriend's name) covered up. She came back with a tattoo. Not entirely unexpected and she asked me to peel the dressing off her back a few days later after a good soaking it the shower. I knew where this was going. She was sexy as hell, great body, love sex in the shower . . . need I say more.
After a good long hot shower I started to peel the dressing off. VERY carefully, you have to be or you can (sometimes) pull part of the tattoo off!
Imagine - if you can - my horror to see MY BLOODY tattoo on her back. Several spluttered comments which involved words like: WTF, Bitch, WTF do you think you've done - Bitch? That's MY tat . . . etc etc. She genuinely thought I was going to be thrilled. I remember her saying: But Baby we'll have matching tats. F-ing idiot.
I got out of the shower, packed and I never went back
and,
I never did get a Tattoo.
I am also proud to say that I have never hit a woman. But boy, Oh Boy, I've come very fucking close
Rhino
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