About Toy Box: Tattooed Ladies
with stories by Adriana Kraft, Kissa Starling and Beth Wylde
48 pages / 11200 words
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What is it about tattoos that make them so sexy? This Toy Box answers
that question for the ladies, with three hot stories. A Bucket List Tattoo
by Adriana Kraft finds just past fifty and freshly divorced cardiac nurse
Natalie Gardner who decides it’s time to create her personal bucket list. On
the top of her list? A tattoo -- but she’s nervous about the pain. Maybe
Cindy McGraw, the hot young physical therapist she often lunches with, can
help her out. Next on her list? It may be too much to hope for, but she’s
definitely angling for more than tattoo advice from Cindy. Would a taste be
too much to ask?
In Lipstick Prints by Kissa Starling, an online baker's site provides an
introduction for Tessa to Maria, a bisexual wife and mother. Their
friendship builds through daily discussion, phone calls and eventually an
in-person meeting. That moment in time becomes a catalyst for change in
Tessa that she never thought possible. Finally, Beth Wylde brings us In My
Skin. Melissa is a tattoo artist whose girlfriend has a serious phobia about
needles. Kendra finally decides to confront her fears and let Melissa tattoo
her, but just stepping into her lover’s shop leaves her shaking. Will
Melissa be able to pull off the impossible and put her name in Kendra’s
skin? It’s going to take some smooth moves and fast talking to get it done
From: In My Skin by Beth Wylde
I saw the flashing neon sign of Melissa's shop from over a mile away.
The closer I got, the harder my foot pressed down on the accelerator.
Instead of slowing down, I flew past the exit, missing the turn while my
heart hammered in fear. "Shit! I can do this. I am not a coward."
I repeated the phrase over and over again as I pulled an illegal U-turn
at the next intersection and forced myself to go back. By the time I
parked the car and stumbled to the sidewalk, my legs were shaking so
badly I almost fell flat on my ass. My mantra wasn't working. I was
scared shitless. I stopped a block from my destination and leaned back
against the nondescript wall of a tiny convenience store. One of the
hundreds that filled the city. I had to calm down. "For Christ's sake,
Kendra. Get a grip on yourself. People do this every fucking day."
The laugh that escaped sounded slightly hysterical. Who was I trying to
kid? Maybe some people visited tattoo parlors regularly, but I wasn't
one of them. In fact, I had a bit of a phobia where needles were
concerned. I couldn't even have blood drawn at my doctor's office
without passing out. "This is going to be a freaking disaster."
I'd just put my hand on the doorknob when the flashing Ink by M sign
overhead went out, like an omen of something sinister coming my way.
Considering what I was about to do, the warning seemed pretty
appropriate. I did my best to shrug off the negativity, sucked in a deep
breath, and forced myself to open the door. All I really wanted to do
was turn around and run away. Fast. "I'm not a coward. I'm not a
I kept repeating my mantra in an endless whispered loop while I glared
at the empty waiting room that loomed before me. The left wall was
covered in pictures of past clients showing off their tattoos, some done
in places that defied both reason and sanity. The right wall held
similar pictures, only these were of people and their piercings. One
girl proudly showed off her double-D breasts and the huge rings she'd
had attached to them. The thought of someone shoving a big-ass needle
through my tits made me break out in a cold sweat.
On the far side of the wall, where the receptionist normally sat, was a
huge display of black photo albums. These were Melissa's personal
portfolios. There was also a poster advertising freehand drawings and
specialized work for an extra fee. That was all it took. It wasn't
working. I couldn't lie to myself. I was a chicken and I was about to
prove it. I spun around, ready to make my escape, when I came
face-to-face with Melissa, my life partner and the owner of the
establishment I was about to flee.
I raised my right hand and gave a little finger wave, like a guilty
child with one hand caught in the cookie jar. I wasn't sure I could
outrun Melissa. Did I even want to try? "Um, hi."