The Anchor Tattoo and Pistachio Dreams by Paula Coots

Way back in March (I’ve not been here forever), I announced that someone was writing a story based on my prompt at the m/m GR group’s Love’s Landscapes event. Well, it’s up! I’m putting my prompt up again so you can see what it was all about. Click on the pic to get to the story (you have to be a member of the group to read it right now, it will be posted for download later). She did a great job on the character’s obsession with tattoos.

Dear Author,

I go to the gym 3-4 times a week. Not because I’m about getting fit and buff, but because I have a bit of an ice-cream addiction. Spending some time on the elliptical means I can eat as much as I want, almost guilt-free. He started coming into the gym about 6 months ago. I’d never seen him before and I’d been going here for about 2 years. He looked like he could bench press a small car and I would have been happy to have him bench press me. The best part? The tattoos. A couple of times I’d found myself getting ever closer and had to scramble to avoid an awkward weird-stalker kind of situation.

The thing was, my mom taught me growing up that guys with tattoos were scary. We’d actually run out of gas one time after she refused to get gas when she saw the attendant had tattoos. She’d never tell me why, but she’d cross the road to avoid them and was always telling me to stay away. But like most kids, the more your parents tell you to avoid something, the more it fascinates you. I hadn’t yet worked up the nerve, I wasn’t sure I ever would, to get one of my own, but men with tats? Oh god, I wanted to lay down and purr and rub myself all over them. I’d had the pleasure of doing so a few times in my short 24 years, but this guy, damn, he was all my fantasies come to life.

I’d love to take the first step, but if he’s straight, and offended, I’m toast. But he’s so yummy. Like triple chocolate with caramel swirls and sprinkles on top. What to do, what to do?

Sincerely,

Tattoo obsessed guy

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