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Snickerdoodle Part Two

April 22, 2019 by Caraway Carter Leave a Comment

A tattooed man lying on a bed with his head on a pillow

Shane turned and nearly knocked over the small blonde woman, their eyes locked and she blushed. He grinned, patted her on the shoulder and walked out the door. 

Boaz walked up to Dorcas, as she uttered, “Snickerdoodle?”

“What did you say?” Boaz tilted his head, like an inquisitive dog.

Dorcas turned to her client, “um, you know him?”

“Well, I’ve been doing him for ten years, well, not doing… you know, I mean, I’ve been handling him. Oh, hell. Tattooing him forever. What did you call him?”

“I’m not sure I’m right, but I thought… no, can’t be.”

Boaz chuckled as he extended his hand to Dorcas. “What can’t be right?” He turned and led her to the back of the building to his desk.

“That young man, I thought I’d seen him someplace, but I can’t… I’ll check later.” She followed him. “You do beautiful work, Mr. Shapiro, have any of your designs been to competitions?”

They both sat, her eyes glanced to the computer just before he closed the website. Staring deep into her soul, were the color of the Aurora blueberries she used to pick as a child. She let out a little sound, licked her lips and turned to catch the reflection of Snickerdoodle in Mr. Shapiro’s dark chocolate brown eyes. They both sighed before actually seeing each other.

“Ms. Grant, I did’t expect you today.” He opened his online calendar.

“Dorcas, please… Mr. Shapiro, please call me Dorcas. It’s the 14th. I know, I’m a day early. It was unexpected, I was drawn in actually. Would you believe I was shopping, and I thought I’d seen someone I knew inside, I entered and well…”

He laughed again, “Ms. Gr… Dorcas, there are only two of us in here, and well my friend, uh… my client, Shane. What did you say again when you saw him?”

She closed her eyes, her lips were more dry than she’d expect and couldn’t help lick her bottom lip. She drew a deep breath and pointed to the monitor. When she’d opened her eyes, he’d closed the calendar, and his own website to reveal the red-haired, blueberry-eyed man, they both lusted after. 

Their eyes locked, and they both said, “Snickerdoodle” A silence followed, that stretched out more than both had expected, in a rush their voices overlapped each other. 

“I only just found out this morning.” He’d enlarged the photo and found his fingertip tracing the vines he’d tattooed around Shane’s thighs. 

“I discovered him a couple of days ago, after someone told me about the site.” Dorcas had an interesting reaction, in her chest, her breath caught, catching the longing look in her client’s eyes. 

“I’ve done all his tattoos, it’s funny his name being Snickerdoodle…” He chuckled and turned to look at Dorcas, who couldn’t take her eyes off his finger. “You can call me Boaz, Dorcas.”

“Boaz, look at that, both of us characters in the bible and lusting after that which we can not have.” Her hand flew up to her mouth, “Oh, I believe I have said too much.”

An explosion of laughter and air shot out of his mouth. “I haven’t really thought about that. Funny. And well, yes. I’ve lusted after Shane since I sat beside him in school. We’ve been friends going on ten years. But, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t lust after me. I mean, look he’s signed up with an escort company.” 

“Yes, an escort company.” Her hand dropped to her lap, uncontrollably, she licked her lips once more. She leaned in, as though all the non-existent customers might hear her. “I have an idea.” 

Her chest pounded, this was the most adventurous she’d been since that day, when she called the police. She suspected the Millers had something going on, but she couldn’t be sure. She was seriously worried for the couple.

Especially when they had not exited the house, there was more than enough time for the man that broke in to have killed them and escaped out the back. But, then the police arrived. They’d knocked and shortly the couple opened the door, fully alive. Probably more alive than Dorcas had ever been.

Filed Under: Mental Image Monday, Uncategorized Tagged With: MM, tattoos, voyeur

Snickerdoodle

April 15, 2019 by Caraway Carter Leave a Comment

A tattooed man lying on a bed with his head on a pillow

Shane lay stretched out on the table with his baggy jeans resting on his hips. Over time, his body had developed to the thick muscular build that rested beneath Boaz.  And he couldn’t believe his good fortune, Shane and Boaz had been best buddies since the sexuality course in Jr. College. Ten years later, they are still going strong.

The gentle hum of the machine came to life as Shane whispered, he smirked. “After all these years, it still tickles when you start in with that thing.”

“Be careful; I’m close to the tip.” Boaz continued filling in the red around the roses, just beneath his nipple. A nipple he’d been dreaming about lately.

“I’ve gotten a job on the side, did I tell you that?” Shane winked and nodded his head smirking.

“Another job? What is that three?”

“I have to pay for the tattoos somehow.” He chuckled.

“My art isn’t cheap, but I give you discounts.” Boaz surveyed the body he’d been working on for the past ten years. His fingers had been all over the prone man’s body. Boaz knew the places that made Shane thrum with passion, and sometimes he couldn’t help hitting a nerve, or a spot on the body that made Shane’s member grow. Boaz sighed as he finished the rose.

“But, this job is different, I don’t know how long I’ll have it, but it’s fun. I’m getting paid to make people happy.”

“Well, you pay me to make me happy.” Boaz smiled, thinking of the time he’d worked on the vines that snaked down Shane’s thighs.

“My codename is Snickerdoodle.” He giggled and looked at the deep dark red that spread across his chest. A satisfactory sigh escaped his lips before he continued. “Boze, those are amazing.” He’d never been able to say the name correctly, but Boaz loved the nickname. They replaced all talk of his new job with the praise of the roses that dappled his chest.

Boaz stood, placed the tattoo needle away, and pulled off his gloves. “I’m nearly finished, there’s not much more space on your body.” The disappointment came out more than he’d wanted.

“We can still be friends. I mean you’ve handled my cock more than my ex-girlfriend.” Shane chuckled and pulled on his shirt. He left it unbuttoned to protect the tattoo. “I’ll call you later in the week to schedule the next appointment.”

After Shane had dressed, paid and was leaving the building, Boaz searched the internet for the codename Snickerdoodle. He found the site, and it was one of the most beautiful things he’d seen. A nearly nude picture of Shane Braden, his beautiful tattoos and those gorgeous green eyes under a soft head of orange hair, his beard long and identical. Boaz couldn’t click on the picture fast enough.

As Shane was backing up, talking the bell over the door jingled, in walked Dorcas, the ink distributor that Boaz hadn’t been expecting. He waved and smiled at Shane as he walked out.

Filed Under: Mental Image Monday Tagged With: MM, tattoos, voyeur

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