Madison got a tattoo.

Now said tattoo haunts me as I try to fall asleep. My sex-starved mind imagines its location. If it had been on her arm, neck, wrist, or legs she would have shown me, or I might have seen a bandage.

Maybe it’s on her ribcage and curves under her breast. I groan remembering how fine her breasts are. I bet it’s some saying or quote that means something to her. I imagine her lying in my bed. As I kiss her, I unfasten and remove her lacy black bra. I ...