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Oh, Lydia... Oh, Lydia...
Except I'm not the tattooed lady. No, I'm the *tattoo*. And, right now, I'm on the butt off god (or the devil) knows who, except he owns a tatoo parlor. Imagine being doomed for all eternity (or close enough, considering he eats burritos) on a guy's ass. And being a lady (sure, even the batwings, long tails, and horns count -- what lady *doesn't* have a set of those?) tatooed on a *guy*, the only thing I can do is suffer whenever he sits down, and take a peek when he exposes his buttcrack to some unsavory customer.
Well, he's bending over so now I might as well amuse myself as I take a look at... oh, my. Instead of the usual skank, I'm seeing this lovely blonde thing enter into the shop. What the (excuse the expression) hell is a woman like her doing in a place like this?
Unfortunately, in order for *me* to get my jollies, she has to have a tatoo of *me* on her body for me to have fun with her. And, so far, no luck. Just nothing but patterns, roses, and stuff. I mean, getting a tattoo of a demoness is so not current, right?
Well, I'll be damned. She's picking *me* out of that grease-stained book of his. And she's laying back and exposing her... oh my underworld lord. Nice rack, babe. Where'd you buy it? Anyway, *that* is where I'm going. Goodbye buttcrack.
Mmm... what a nice lovely woman's breast. A much better place to reside than a man's butt. And since she's a woman, I get to play a bit more. That's it... finish me. Complete me. Make me whole. My tail wraps under her ample breast, and my head is oh-so-near her delicious tit. Am I there yet? Am I there? Why, yes, I am. She's putting back on her top, and I fit snugly in her lovely brassiere. Hey, sure beats tighty-whiteys. Mmm... so near the tit. Maybe... sure... I squirm a little underneath and begin a little sucking. A little nibble. A little reminder that she's a woman, and I'm fucking horny. In fact, I think I'll borrow her body for awhile and give my erstwhile buttcrack benefactor a lovely going away present.
Wow. He isn't half bad. What do they put in those burritos, anyway?
OOC: Closed for A Little Devious and myself. Enjoy!
Scribe.
Except I'm not the tattooed lady. No, I'm the *tattoo*. And, right now, I'm on the butt off god (or the devil) knows who, except he owns a tatoo parlor. Imagine being doomed for all eternity (or close enough, considering he eats burritos) on a guy's ass. And being a lady (sure, even the batwings, long tails, and horns count -- what lady *doesn't* have a set of those?) tatooed on a *guy*, the only thing I can do is suffer whenever he sits down, and take a peek when he exposes his buttcrack to some unsavory customer.
Well, he's bending over so now I might as well amuse myself as I take a look at... oh, my. Instead of the usual skank, I'm seeing this lovely blonde thing enter into the shop. What the (excuse the expression) hell is a woman like her doing in a place like this?
Unfortunately, in order for *me* to get my jollies, she has to have a tatoo of *me* on her body for me to have fun with her. And, so far, no luck. Just nothing but patterns, roses, and stuff. I mean, getting a tattoo of a demoness is so not current, right?
Well, I'll be damned. She's picking *me* out of that grease-stained book of his. And she's laying back and exposing her... oh my underworld lord. Nice rack, babe. Where'd you buy it? Anyway, *that* is where I'm going. Goodbye buttcrack.
Mmm... what a nice lovely woman's breast. A much better place to reside than a man's butt. And since she's a woman, I get to play a bit more. That's it... finish me. Complete me. Make me whole. My tail wraps under her ample breast, and my head is oh-so-near her delicious tit. Am I there yet? Am I there? Why, yes, I am. She's putting back on her top, and I fit snugly in her lovely brassiere. Hey, sure beats tighty-whiteys. Mmm... so near the tit. Maybe... sure... I squirm a little underneath and begin a little sucking. A little nibble. A little reminder that she's a woman, and I'm fucking horny. In fact, I think I'll borrow her body for awhile and give my erstwhile buttcrack benefactor a lovely going away present.
Wow. He isn't half bad. What do they put in those burritos, anyway?
OOC: Closed for A Little Devious and myself. Enjoy!
Scribe.