What is it about tattoos that get the gears in our minds and libidos turning? There is no denying that using the human body as a canvas has a powerful effect on both the viewer of the artwork as well as the wearer of it. Since the dawn of time, we have used the combination of dyes and cuts to create permanent marks upon our bodies so why then is this most ancient of adornments still looked at as a mark of rebellion in some western cultures? What started as a trend toward the taboo here in North America has now turned into an explosion of self expression and creativity. And along with that explosion came the sexual revolution and the women of ink. Now more then ever, women are choosing to wear their hearts upon their fully colored arm sleeves.There are various reasons that these women will choose to do so and in this posting of A Study In Erotica, I thought that I would bring to you a sampling of some of this beautiful artwork being worn by women that are gorgeous in their own right. Just as their tattoos vary in meaning and purpose, so does the beauty and the personalities of these lovely ladies. Whether they chose their tattoos for the purpose of identifying themselves with a particular group, like the beautiful and deadly member of the Yakuza directly below, or if they simply chose the art they wear as a means of flirtatious playfulness, like the butterflies or fairies you will see on some of the other women further down the post, they each have a very personal and individual reason for why they chose to wear the artwork they did. So take a moment with me and enjoy what they decided to add to this world in the way of creativity. It is my hope that you will see why I chose this subject to be an extra special edition of A Study In Erotica. Please enjoy the artwork as well as the canvas it has been placed upon for they are each, in their own way, devastatingly stunning.
Standing in the shadows I watch your every move With a wicked grin Passing across my face My tongue darts out To lick my lips You don’t know me yet But I guarantee You’ve never met a girl like me
Emerald eyes shine As I follow close behind I can smell your skin The musk of sweat The aroma of life itself Coursing through your veins You don’t see me yet But I guarantee You’ve never met a girl like me
A small hand extends My fingers caress the air A mere inch away I trace your shape from behind I linger there, getting closer One hard breath and we would touch You don’t feel me yet But I guarantee You’ve never met a girl like me
My fingers tingle With the urge to take your arm Twirl you round Crush my lips to yours Until our teeth cut in And our tongues mingle Coated in sweetest crimson You can’t taste me yet But I guarantee You’ve never met a girl like me
How I long for you To touch you, flesh to fingers My hair spilling down A soft Auburn caress on your chest The sheen of sweat gleaming Consumed by pleasures embrace Head thrown back in ecstasy You don’t know me yet But I guarantee You’ve never met a girl like me
As you begin to turn I snatch my hand back A blush creeps up my face You look past me searching I go unnoticed, not even a glance I duck my head, moving on Savoring how your arm brushes by mine I really wish you knew me But I guarantee You’ll never meet a girl like me
The overcast clouds roll across the sky A draft flows over the grass Giving the appearance of soft waves Eternally stretching for a non-existent shore The tombstones interrupt the gentle hills Crosses and cement markers Displaying the passing of lives Too unknown to be visited by occasional flowers An old woman wears black Walking through the forest of marble and stone She pauses in places and visits those who have no one else And she continues on Her feet lead her deftly and she remembers the past A time when she would not come near this place Now it calms her to know that she can come And sit for hours with her childhood friends Finally she reaches her dearest The marble is dull, the grass overgrown Tears escape her as they have for years And she lowers herself to the ground She lays down, careful not to disturb the frail dried flowers That she carried to the grave weeks ago. As she closes her eyes a breeze blows gently And the black veil lifts from her ghostly pale skin A bright light opens the heavens The clouds vanish from the sky Her life slowly drains away and is lifted from her And still her hand does clutch the locket at her neck A newlywed couple lives on in her very last thought Their happiest times together As they again will soon be For today she will join her beloved Nevermore gripped within this mournful world Free at last
The water is warm as we take the time to splash and play despite the danger that is coming on the horizon. We feel it will be our last day and we spend it celebrating our love together. No fear, no regrets. We have loved with a passion to match the ages and together we will stand united to die the same way we have lived, as one. We will make the final stand, outnumbered and against all odds…not that unusual for us. But this time, we know our path may end come nightfall. We leave the pool of clearest water and lay side my side in the grass, entwined in love and pleasures. The world that awaits us melts away and we revel in one last day of basking in one another’s glory. There are no tears. Only the tender smiles that light upon soft lips with gentle kisses and fevered caresses. An urgency meets our lovemaking with the dying of the light and we melt into one another, drinking down each others soul with every heated touch and gasping moan. We devour our love for one another. For tonight we will face death and as one we will conquer it without a flinching eye…for we know that we have had each other in our lives always, and we always will. We take the final steps into the jaws of hell and a fierce battle cry is echoed through both of our chests.
Our last words…my love, we will meet again! We once more unite as our lives bleed out to soak into the ground and mingle along with our last breath of air...
And so those words have echoed throughout time...one life to the next...until you came to me once more. So you see my love, we were right...we conquered death with unflinching eyes and have returned to one another's arms. This is true love that survives all, life, death, pain, joy, fear, courage...we are meant for one another as we remain together, forever united. I love you darling...forever.
To any and all that read the post I made titled "As She Slipped Away", I wish to say thank you for the kind thoughts and warm wishes. I also wished to give an update as to the condition of the girl on the table.
She is doing a good deal better! She has been moved from the ICU at the hospital and is now in a regular room until such time as a bed can be found at a proper psychiatric facility where she will be able to have her meds adjusted to more suitable levels. With that and a bit of counseling we expect her to be doing better emotionally soon, as well. She should be able to come home in the next week or week and a half.
On a side note, I asked her if she remembered any of what happened while she lay in the table and she said that she didn't but she does remember the touch of my lips on her forehead. When I told her that even though I had been unable to be there physically that I never left her side through the long dark night, she said she knew because she felt me nearby with her.
She wasn't angry with me either as I had feared she might be. She apologized profusely when I saw her and said she had tried to be strong but that she had failed. I told her that her shame wasn't necessary when it comes to me. I love her exactly as she is and nothing will ever change that. We hugged and we cried, held hands and snuggled...all of the things I had been so afraid I would never be able to do with her again. So...that was a very very good day.
I went for a few years once without feeding. Worst...thing....ever. You see at the time I wasn't aware of my vampiric nature, I had awakened years earlier but remained ignorant as to the source of my problems. Anyway, after awakening I ended up subconsciously feeding on those around me without knowing it. Eventually this caused problems on the homefront. I recall my now ex telling me at the time that he dreaded coming home because I drained the life out of him. At the time I thought he was just being cruel. lol. Well, that's not to say he wasn't...but he had a point.
One day I ended up having something of a breakdown. A part of me just plain shut down. I was tired of always feeling his disapproval and judgments so I just shut that part of me off, walled it up and packed it away in a pretty bow. It created something of a sense of empathic blindness in me in a sense. I didn't know it at the time but I had basically created a two way shield between myself and the rest of the world. Everywhere I went I would imagine myself in a metal box with no openings, tucked safely away from the hurt of the world around me. This also ended up making the subconscious feedings impossible...nothing got in that shield and nothing got out.
I spent a good couple years that way. The first thing i noticed was my immune system went way the hell downhill. I got sick a lot and often had a hard time recovering from it. I also had trouble with depression which over time became worse and worse. My health continued to deteriorate as well. Within the two year time span that time occurred I ended having to have 3 surgeries.
After the final of the three, I decided to kinda peek out of the box and see if the world was still there the way I remembered it as having been, swimming with a sea of the emotions of others. It was when I woke up from that third surgery in fact. And i found that moment I pictured an opening in that box that surrounded me, the whole thing came tumbling down and I now have the words to describe what I felt that day. In short, I didn't just feed...I feasted! I recovered from the surgery in such record breaking time that I startled the doctors whose care I was under. My lingering depression also was gone within a matter of days.
In fact, that experience was what led me to begin my journey to discover who and what I really am. I decided to research empathy and in time I quite literally stumbled across the OVC (Online Vampire Community). Since then I've learned a great deal about the things I'd experienced that I had no words to describe at the time.
She slipped away from me last night. One moment she was there on the table getting her stomach pumped and the next…nothing. I prayed last night. The strange thing was, I wasn’t even really sure whom I was praying to. Everyone…no one, it’s all the same really. I wouldn’t say that I am one who has lost their faith. I suppose one must have faith first to lose it. I had confirmation last night of something that has lingered in my mind for some time though.
I was praying to the nebulous someone or someones out there when I felt her spirit away. And rather then become saddened or more fearful, I felt a calm wash over me for a moment. With my eyes closed I felt the pain of a part of my soul being ripped from my heart and suddenly I knew what I should do. I stopped praying and I opened my heart and soul. I took the blinding light that I carry within me and I poured it into her still and quiet body mercilessly. I pushed the essence of my being into her as I have never pushed before, with purpose and determination.
I felt the doctors working on her, bustling around like so many busy ants. None of it seemed real though. It all seemed somehow to be so far from reality that it was like a haze, a fog settling in and only one thing remained clear. The girl that lay on the table before me was a drastic contrast to the activity around her. She lay there so absently, still as death itself. For that is what had settled over her briefly, this shroud of death which clung to her like a sticky film that one can’t wash off.
I stood at the end of the bed, next to her head, watching everything with a certain detached feeling. I marveled at the fact that none of the good doctors and nurses could see me. They perhaps could sense me if they were of the sort that could pick up on such things but I had no reason to think any of them were in fact a possible sensitive, privy to the sensations of astral bodies nearby. Frantically they continued their efforts and I smiled sadly at them, knowing they were doing their best and also knowing that it wasn’t working.
I placed my hand on her head, petting her hair the way she always liked. The movements of the doctors were becoming fewer and slower as time itself seemed to slow to a crawl. A nurse held a pen in her hand and had an eye on the clock, waiting to be told when to write down the time. I looked back down at the girl on the table and leaned forward, softly laying my lips upon her cool forehead and I breathed myself into her. With every breath I poured that which is me into her. She was the vessel and I became the liquid light that filled it. I felt myself reach out and pull everything I could from every other person in the room, a collective sigh escaping their lips. My eyes unfocused and still I filled her.
A hand touched my back and I knew it was He. He then reached for her hand and lifted it to his lips, doing the same as I. Together we let our power loose on her. Shadowy figures began stepping forward, family coming forth to lend a hand. And still I pressed my breath into her with a whisper, “It is not your time, little one. You must come back. I am sorry but you cannot yet leave. Hate me if you will but you must return. We need your light.” I felt her struggling, just out of reach. Not wanting to return.
“No! It hurts too much!! I want to go! Let me go!!!”, She says to me.
My heart feels another wrenching tear and I can no longer hold myself back. I feel that part of me take over, the part I hide the most, telling few about it. The Goddess steps forth from my inner core and I feel the large red wings spread out behind me. I lift my lips from her forehead and nothing but a piercing light can be seen where once my eyes were for they have gone blind in power, but I no longer need to see to accomplish what I must.
I place a hand upon her chest, over her heart and the other hand I stretch to the heavens. With a thought and the flip of a mental switch I am touching the Source of all and I become the conduit for its power. The sensation is overwhelming and a roar tears from my throat as I withstand the extreme discomfort. He comes to my side again, wrapping his arms around me and holding me up as my knees become weak. And still we do not stop.
A slow but steady sound begins to echo at last against the stark white walls and large glass door of the somewhat small room. This is shortly followed by a startled gasp. Beep…Beep…Beep. It is an odd sound. Beep…Beep…Beep. It is not a sound made by natural means, but rather by a manmade device, which suddenly has commanded the attention of everyone in the room. All eyes are turned toward it in rapt interest. Beep…Beep…Beep. I am slumped against Him now in exhaustion but I find the strength to lift my head and open my now dim eyes once more. Upon searching for the source of the gasp, my gaze falls upon the nurse with the pen. She is no longer staring at the clock. Her eyes dart between the girl on the table and the machine next to her that continues to give its repetitive series of beeps.
“Doctor…”, her eyes are wide and she simply stares, as whatever words she would have spoken trail off and become forgotten.
The girl on the table lies there in slumber now, her heart beating out a slow, soft, steady rhythm. My line of vision flicks over to the shadowy figures of those that had approached to lend a hand. With soft, relieved smiles and a sage-like nod from the both of them, they melt from my sight into the background. He and I each take turns caressing the sleeping girl’s cheek lovingly. Exchanging a meaningful glance with one another, we too step back from the table. We quietly fade from the room, hand in hand, so that we may once more find our physical bodies where they lay miles away, in a state of deep meditation.
My eyes flutter open and my thumb absentmindedly runs back and forth over the face of the cell phone in my hand. Shortly I will receive a call bearing news. They will tell me that she is in critical but stable condition. I lay there in the darkened room, alone with my thoughts.
I wonder to myself, will she hate me? Will she even remember? Or will she awake, as anyone else would, with no knowledge of what came to pass in that hospital room while she tried to slip away. An exhausted smile touches my lips and silent tears of relief trail from my eyes as I think to myself that could perhaps ask her tomorrow. I roll from my back to my side and curl up, still deep in thought. I had always suspected that there was real power beneath the surface of what meets the eyes of most when they look upon He or I. Pity that confirmation of such things must come in such frightening packages.
I have gone through many years of personal evolution. In the BDSM subculture I started 15 years ago as a submissive/slave and have since grown into my current role of dominant. Though I do occasionally switch, I have learned that I gain the most satisfaction and fulfillment from guiding my own sub/pet through the wonders of exploring his fantasies and the exhilaration of pushing his limits. I also identify myself as a multi-hybrid vampire and otherkin.
What is it about tattoos that get the gears in our minds and libidos turning? There is no denying that using the human body as a canvas has a powerful effect on both the viewer of the artwork as well as the wearer of it. Since the dawn of time, we have used the combination of dyes and cuts to create permanent marks upon our bodies so why then is this most ancient of adornments still looked at as a mark of rebellion in some western cultures? What started as a trend toward the taboo here in North America has now turned into an explosion of self expression and creativity. And along with that explosion came the sexual revolution and the women of ink. Now more then ever, women are choosing to wear their hearts upon their fully colored arm sleeves.There are various reasons that these women will choose to do so and in this posting of A Study In Erotica, I thought that I would bring to you a sampling of some of this beautiful artwork being worn by women that are gorgeous in their own right. Just as their tattoos vary in meaning and purpose, so does the beauty and the personalities of these lovely ladies. Whether they chose their tattoos for the purpose of identifying themselves with a particular group, like the beautiful and deadly member of the Yakuza directly below, or if they simply chose the art they wear as a means of flirtatious playfulness, like the butterflies or fairies you will see on some of the other women further down the post, they each have a very personal and individual reason for why they chose to wear the artwork they did. So take a moment with me and enjoy what they decided to add to this world in the way of creativity. It is my hope that you will see why I chose this subject to be an extra special edition of A Study In Erotica. Please enjoy the artwork as well as the canvas it has been placed upon for they are each, in their own way, devastatingly stunning. 
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