Wednesday, January 6, 2010


I can't recall the last time I'd anticipated something quite so much.

We had set the date a week prior, and not a day had passed when I didn't think about it at some point. The day arrived and there I was, his willing participant.

After getting some necessary things out of the way, we got down to more serious business. He was very gentle with me, very soothing.

"What made you wait so long?", he asked.

"I've thought about it for quite a while, of course," I explained, "I just wanted be sure of what I wanted". He understood, and continued. I felt a bit of a stinging, burning sensation.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you... or if something doesn't feel right", he spoke gently. And then a minute or so later, "Does it feel like what you expected?"

"Yes", I replied, "about what I'd expected. It's fine".

And soon, it began to feel rather good. I started to relax and enjoy it. I could understand how some people could get carried away with it, almost addicted.

A few minutes later, and it was finished.

My first tattoo.


  1. You did it???? Where is it? What is it? Did it hurt? Can we see?

  2. I'd forgottem about the tattoo, so as I was reading, I was guessing - possibly a massage.

    For sheltered people like me, you'll have to write more about it. The carrot is dangling. :)

  3. Wow. No way is anyone inking me. I can barely stand to put my contacts in my eyes...

  4. Your FIRST?!
    Like you're gonna get MORE?!

  5. I was sure you had gone to a chiropractor.

  6. Pictures? We gotta have pictures.
    Dare you show it here?

  7. WHAT?!?!

    Wow, I didn't think you'd be an ink mama.

    I hope you like it cause...its there for good now!