Cupid Tattoo

I quickly got ready for the day, my mind racing with excitement. I had always wanted to get a tattoo, but I had been too scared to go through with it on my own. But with Jason by my side, I knew I could do it.

I quickly got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower, humming a tune to myself as I soaped up and rinsed off. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about the day ahead, picturing Jason's handsome face and charming smile.

After getting dressed and doing my hair, I grabbed my phone and double-checked the address for the tattoo parlour that Jason had given me. It was a bit out of the way, but I didn't mind - I would go to the ends of the earth to be with him again. The thought of his strong arms wrapped around me made my heart race with anticipation.


At exactly 12 noon, I arrived at the tattoo parlor, my heart pounding with excitement. I noticed that it was dimly lit and had a slightly mysterious vibe to it. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I had come to the right place. But then I shook my head and pushed open the door, determined to find Jason no matter what.

Inside, the air was filled with the buzzing of tattoo machines and the smell of ink. I scanned the room, my eyes searching for Jason's familiar face. And then I saw him, standing at the back of the shop, a small smile playing on his lips. My heart skipped a beat as I made my way over to him, feeling a rush of emotions swirling inside me.

"Hey, you made it," Jason said, his voice smooth and soothing. He reached out his hand and brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "I've missed you." Said the man who saw me just a few hours ago.


He pulled me into a hug, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said, his eyes shining with love.


After much deliberation, Jason finally found the tattoo he wanted us to get – a small Cupid tattoo. I smiled at the choice, thinking it was cute and romantic. But then he dropped the bombshell – he wanted the tattoo to be on my pussy. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was comfortable with such an intimate placement. But then he said he was getting the same tattoo on his butt, and I figured it was only fair.


We made our way to another dimly lit room, where the artist helped us finalize the design. I could see a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at the drawing, and I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. We signed the consent forms and the artist got to work.

As the needle buzzed against my skin, I braced myself for the pain. I had heard horror stories about how excruciating it could be to get a tattoo in such a sensitive area, but surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as I had expected. I gritted my teeth and took it like a trooper, determined to endure the discomfort for the sake of our relationship.

After what felt like an eternity, the tattoos were finally done. The artist wrapped them in bandages and gave us instructions on how to care for them. I couldn’t wait to see the finished product, but I decided to wait until I got home.



As the day turned into night, Jason suggested that we go out for dinner at a cozy little restaurant nearby. I eagerly accepted, grateful for the chance to spend more time with him. We walked hand in hand through the dark streets, the city lights sparkling around us like little diamonds in the sky.

At the restaurant, we sat at a small table by the window, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm, romantic atmosphere. I couldn't take my eyes off Jason, feeling a deep connection with him that I had never experienced before. It was as if we were two pieces of a puzzle, finally finding each other after so long.

As we talked and laughed over dinner, I felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over me.
We spent the next few hours talking and laughing, but still agreed that we were not going to have sex for the next two weeks, well atleast until my tattoo had healed, I wondered what I was going to tell Sebastian and Nathan, the first week we would still be at home with our parents so I was not worried, but when we start having sex again and Jason and I had matching tattoos, how were they going to react? And Sebastian? Poor Sebastian.

After dinner, Jason walked me back to my car, his hand clasped tightly in mine. We stood in the parking lot, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, our hearts beating in sync with each other. And then he leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft and warm against mine.


It was a kiss filled with passion and longing, a kiss that spoke volumes about the depth of our connection. And as I melted into his embrace, I knew that I had found my true love, my soulmate, my forever. “yup, I forgot about Sebastian's feelings again”




Once I was alone in front of the mirror, I carefully unwrapped the bandages to inspect my new tattoo. My heart sank when I saw what was written on my skin – “Jason”. I stared in shock at the name emblazoned on my pussy, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me.


How was I going to explain this to Sebastian and Nathan? I couldn't believe Jason would stoop so low.

I was caught in a web of complicated emotions, unsure of how to navigate the mess I had gotten myself into.

I tried to come up with a plan. I contemplated getting the tattoo removed, but I couldn’t bear the thought of going through the pain of the laser treatment.

But as I looked at the tattoo on my pussy, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a sign of the universe trying to tell me something. Maybe it was time for me to make a choice, to finally choose who I wanted to be with and let go of the others.

I traced my finger over the name “Jason”, and I knew that the decision would be a difficult one. It was time for me to face the truth and embrace the consequences of my actions, no matter how painful they may be.