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Story of a tattoo and a good fuck that came with
My name is Bailey and I will tell you the story of my first tattoo when I was 19 years old.
A couple of summers ago, I was home for summer break, and I’ve been wanting to get a tattoo for ages. I had been saving up for a few weeks and was flush with money I saved doing part time jobs while out in College. Or so I thought.
I opted for an adorable butterfly tattoo to adorn my right calf. The tattoo artist, likely in his mid-40s, had an intriguing appearance. His arms were quite muscular, contrasting with the rounded curve of his beer belly. While not unattractive, he wasn’t someone who would have caught my eye at the time. As the needle buzzed and the ink flowed into my skin, I couldn’t help but notice his gaze drifting repeatedly towards my chest, a detail that didn’t escape my attention.
The tattoo session lasted approximately 1 hour, each moment filled with the buzzing hum of the needle and the faint scent of ink in the air.
