Ghost looked down at you, your head bobbing up and down and the slippery feeling as your mouth worked it’s magic…he pulled at your hair with both hands and let out a loud, long groan as you finished him.

You looked up at him, you were a beautiful mess…his beautiful mess.

“i think it’s time for a new tattoo love…i want your name…right here…” he traces his finger along the space between where his happy trail leads and the v-line that naturally forms from his perfectly chiseled six pack.

“i know a guy that’ll do it tonight…if you’re serious” you say, still looking up at him…