Today is the day. I have been meaning to go get this done for a few months now and it just never seemed like the right time. Now the wait is over. I’m standing in front of the tattoo parlour, enjoying the sweet mixture of anticipation and fright washing over me. I take a deep breath and pull the door open.

When I enter I am momentarily overwhelmed by the hot air and seductive music that seems to never end. It’s now after hours so he’s alone in the studio, getting ready to tattoo my back. Over the months when I couldn’t decide on the final design for my back tattoo we’ve become quite close, always sharing ideas and teasing each other. Now he’s smiling crookedly at me and saying: “I was afraid you changed your mind.” “Never,” I reply with a wink.

When I take off my coat he grunts with annoyance: “Do you have to always dress so sexy? How am I supposed to work while you’re so distracting?” I laugh and say: “Well you better figure it out since I’m only keeping on the skirt today.” He rolls his eyes but the tiny little smile playing around his lips betrays his eagerness to get started.

I move towards the hangers to dispose of my coat and bag while he locks the door and closes the curtains. He turns around and sighs, looking at my already too revealing top: “So, are you going to take that off or should I help you?” “The top I can manage but I might need help with my bra,” I say in a deep seductive voice. He laughs and moves closer.

After I’ve pulled my top over my head and hanged it by the coat I take hold of my bra while he unbuttons its straps. I find this way more arousing than I thought it would be and I bite my lip to stop thinking about his hands on my back since I’ll have to somehow get through a lot more of touching tonight.