Velvet Ink (Flash Erotica,BBW, Romance,WMBW) Read Online Free Page B
Author: SC Edward
home."
He paused and took another sip of his drink, as did she.
"Do you still want to get your whole back covered up?"
She thought about this for a while. Here was a gorgeous man telling her that she was beautiful and had no need for a tattoo; yet did she really believe that? For someone who had experienced more downs than ups in life, she couldn't rely on his opinion of her. She wanted to feel beautiful... or at least normal again.
She almost believed what he just said. Life's circumstances had taught her to think that way. Her motto had been “doubt everything and everyone”.
“ Yes…I hate feeling deformed." she said sadly, almost wanting to cry as memories of past insults came back to her.
He reached for her clasped hands across the table.
"Em... you're not deformed. If anyone thinks you are they're shallow and you don't need people like that in your life." he said with a serious face.
"Shit happens right? I just deal with life, as it comes my way." she said forcing a smile.
He looked sad.
"Well then I guess it's my job to change that."
"Good luck!"
The alcohol was slowly affecting her and she was starting to lighten up.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to talk about depressing things. Everyone has their issues right? I'm just dealing with mine the best way I know how. I came out with you intending to have some fun... so don't look so sad OK? For me?" she said with a warm smile.
He smiled in response.
"I really meant what I said Em... but if you really want to go through with it, I finished the sketch."
"You did? When can I see it?" she asked a little excited.
"Whenever you want." he smiled. "I was wondering... do you still wanna go to the show? I had a long day at work and I'm kinda tired. If you want, we can go see the sketch at my place after we eat."
"Yeah, I'd love to see it."
They had a few more glasses of wine as they enjoyed their courses, and Emily found herself getting more comfortable with him. She told him more about her early life in St. Lucia, which he seemed to take a lot of interest in. She also learned that Luke and Ethan's parents had passed away when they were very young. Ethan took it upon himself to take care of his brother and they slowly found a niche that could both thrive in. The two now lived together in a flat not too far from Twisted Ink. She was having a great time and didn't want the night to end but she was eager to see the finished design.
***
Luke kissed her lips tenderly while he caressed her arms. As soon as they got to his room he grabbed unto Emily and gave her a surprise kiss. She was startled at first but slowly released the tension in her body since she wanted him just as much. He held her against the wall and pressed his body onto hers, letting her feel his need for her. She came to her senses however and quickly pulled back from the kiss. Emily began to worry that he lied about finishing the design and only said so to lure her back to his home.
"I'm sorry Luke but... I can't."
He stopped in his tracks and loosened his grip on her arms.
"Shit Em, I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. You look so beautiful tonight... I could've kissed you when you first walked down the steps tonight."
"I... it's alright." she said giving him a smile. "Did you really finish the sketch?"
"Yea, it’s right here."
He let her go and walked up to a large covered easel near his bed.
Emily felt cold and empty without his arms around her but she had ruined the moment and couldn't take it back. He lifted the white cloth covering and stood aside for her to see. It was much more beautiful than the first sketch. He used a greater variety of colors to give the butterfly wings more depth, adding a 3d effect to the design. Emily was speechless and overjoyed at the same time. She felt unworthy of such a beautiful piece.
"I don't think my body can do this justice." she
He paused and took another sip of his drink, as did she.
"Do you still want to get your whole back covered up?"
She thought about this for a while. Here was a gorgeous man telling her that she was beautiful and had no need for a tattoo; yet did she really believe that? For someone who had experienced more downs than ups in life, she couldn't rely on his opinion of her. She wanted to feel beautiful... or at least normal again.
She almost believed what he just said. Life's circumstances had taught her to think that way. Her motto had been “doubt everything and everyone”.
“ Yes…I hate feeling deformed." she said sadly, almost wanting to cry as memories of past insults came back to her.
He reached for her clasped hands across the table.
"Em... you're not deformed. If anyone thinks you are they're shallow and you don't need people like that in your life." he said with a serious face.
"Shit happens right? I just deal with life, as it comes my way." she said forcing a smile.
He looked sad.
"Well then I guess it's my job to change that."
"Good luck!"
The alcohol was slowly affecting her and she was starting to lighten up.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to talk about depressing things. Everyone has their issues right? I'm just dealing with mine the best way I know how. I came out with you intending to have some fun... so don't look so sad OK? For me?" she said with a warm smile.
He smiled in response.
"I really meant what I said Em... but if you really want to go through with it, I finished the sketch."
"You did? When can I see it?" she asked a little excited.
"Whenever you want." he smiled. "I was wondering... do you still wanna go to the show? I had a long day at work and I'm kinda tired. If you want, we can go see the sketch at my place after we eat."
"Yeah, I'd love to see it."
They had a few more glasses of wine as they enjoyed their courses, and Emily found herself getting more comfortable with him. She told him more about her early life in St. Lucia, which he seemed to take a lot of interest in. She also learned that Luke and Ethan's parents had passed away when they were very young. Ethan took it upon himself to take care of his brother and they slowly found a niche that could both thrive in. The two now lived together in a flat not too far from Twisted Ink. She was having a great time and didn't want the night to end but she was eager to see the finished design.
***
Luke kissed her lips tenderly while he caressed her arms. As soon as they got to his room he grabbed unto Emily and gave her a surprise kiss. She was startled at first but slowly released the tension in her body since she wanted him just as much. He held her against the wall and pressed his body onto hers, letting her feel his need for her. She came to her senses however and quickly pulled back from the kiss. Emily began to worry that he lied about finishing the design and only said so to lure her back to his home.
"I'm sorry Luke but... I can't."
He stopped in his tracks and loosened his grip on her arms.
"Shit Em, I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. You look so beautiful tonight... I could've kissed you when you first walked down the steps tonight."
"I... it's alright." she said giving him a smile. "Did you really finish the sketch?"
"Yea, it’s right here."
He let her go and walked up to a large covered easel near his bed.
Emily felt cold and empty without his arms around her but she had ruined the moment and couldn't take it back. He lifted the white cloth covering and stood aside for her to see. It was much more beautiful than the first sketch. He used a greater variety of colors to give the butterfly wings more depth, adding a 3d effect to the design. Emily was speechless and overjoyed at the same time. She felt unworthy of such a beautiful piece.
"I don't think my body can do this justice." she
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