The tattoo artist was lithe
Une confession érotique
Last weekend I got my first tattoo; a small one on my foot. The tattoo artist was lithe, dark, and handsome stranger. While sitting cross-legged with the artist's head bent in close to me, I couldn't help but imagine taking a break and pulling his head in even closer.
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