Wickedly Yours

Part 4

You're scrolling through Blurblr, winding down for the night, when a new notification pops up. It's a private message from a handle you don't recognize. Curiosity piqued; you open it.

"I find your artwork amusing. Keep up the good work. Have you ever considered tattoo designs?"

Your eyes light up, a thrill of excitement running through you. Someone's noticed your art—and they're interested in tattoo designs? You quickly reply, even though it's late.

"I'm obsessed with tattoos! I've got several of my own."

The response is almost instant.

"Really? I'd love to see some of them. Do you have any of your designs inked?"

"Not yet," you type, feeling your heart race a little faster. "But I'm hoping to get some soon. I've always wanted to design my own and have it inked by an artist who gets it, you know?"

"That sounds awesome," comes the reply. "You've got the right mindset for it. I'm always looking for fresh designs."

You smile, leaning back against your pillow, the conversation flowing easily. Whoever this is, they know a thing or two about tattoos.

"Are you an artist?" you ask.

"Not in the traditional sense," he responds, and then adds, "I'm more of an enthusiast. But I have a few tattoos myself."

Your interest deepens. "Nice. Any favorites?"

"One or two," he replies, leaving it a bit mysterious. "But enough about me. I really think you should try to get into tattoo design. You've got a real talent."

The compliment warms you. "Thank you! That means a lot. I've always thought about it, but hearing it from someone else is kind of amazing."

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. Seriously, keep pushing your work out there. You never know who's going to see it."

The conversation continues like this, bouncing between art and tattoos, his tone friendly and supportive. You find yourself enjoying the easy flow of the discussion—it feels natural, almost like you've known him for longer than a few messages.

Then, his next message comes through: "What's your spellphone number? We could chat more easily that way."

You hesitate for a moment but then type it out and send it, curious where this connection might go.

A few minutes later, your spellphone buzzes.

"Hi."

"Hi," you respond, smiling at the simplicity of it.

"If you wouldn't mind.. I'd love to see the tattoos you already have." he asks.

You hesitate briefly before deciding to send the picture. You take a quick shot of your back, revealing the couple of tattoos you have, wearing only your panties, the designs visible against your skin. You send it off, your heart racing a little as you wait for the reply.

A few moments later, your spellphone buzzes.

"An exquisite canvas, I must say."

You can't help but grin, the compliment sending a thrill through you. The conversation has taken a sharp, flirty turn, and you're more than willing to play along.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," you type back.

"I only speak the truth," comes his reply. And then, another buzz. "How about a little something in return?"