With apologies to Tracey Emin. Unlike her, I haven't used real names.
1. Amy
"Come on, Amy. All the other guys have done it with their girlfriends."
"Michael, I'm not like the other girls. I'm saving myself for someone who really loves me."
"But I do really love you, Amy."
"Prove it."
"How?"
"I shouldn't have to tell you. If you really love me, you'll find a way."
And that's how it started. You might think that having a girl's name tattooed on your arm in an attempt to get her into bed is a bit drastic, but I was young and full of hormones. Not only that, it worked.
"Michael, that is so sweet." She ran her finger over the little red heart and the letters of her name. "Did it hurt?"
"Yes, it did, but you're worth it, Amy, because I love you."
"Oh, Michael. I love you too."
We kissed. I unbuttoned her blouse and cupped her soft breast in my hand. She was small enough not to need a bra. She shimmied out of her skirt unasked, hooked a finger into my shirt and dragged me with her toward the bed. My hand left her breasts and slipped inside those soft cotton panties. I felt like Scott of the Antarctic, exploring unknown territories. My fingers trekked through sparse fluff and into moist, smooth depths.
"Oh Michael." She nibbled my ear.
I lowered her to the bed and reached for her panties. She lifted her legs. Her huge blue eyes gazed up at me while I stripped. When she wrapped her legs around me, her white socks tickled my back. I positioned my cock and pushed forward.
"Oh!" She bit her lip. "Oh, Michael."
It didn't last long, that first time. We did it again later that evening, and again the following morning. Her eyes shone every time she saw her name on my shoulder.
2. Bonnie
"Who's Amy?" asked Bonnie.
I stopped sucking her nipple. "Nobody."
"If she's nobody, why do you have her name tattooed on your arm?"
"Oh, that. She's my sister."
"Why is her name inside a red heart?"
"Because I love her. You love your brother, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. It's just funny - if you love her so much, why haven't you mentioned her before?"
Amy and I were still dating, which was why I hadn't told Bonnie about her. I didn't think Bonnie would appreciate my discretion, though, and I didn't want her to leave. Amy was at a different university, over five hundred miles away, and I was horny.
"I haven't mentioned her because... Well, because she died last year, and I don't like to talk about it, okay?"
I surreptitiously poked a finger in my eye to make it water, and looked up. Bonnie wrapped her arms around me and cooed.
"Awww, Michael, I'm sorry. Come here and let Bonnie make it better."
She wrapped me in her ample curves and I let her comfort me.
3. Charlotte
Everyone called her Charlotte the harlot, and I could see why. She wore a sleeveless, fishnet vest that showed off her black, push-up bra and the perfect round orbs of her breasts. The black skirt wasn't the shortest I'd seen, but every time she moved I saw her stocking tops. She sat opposite me and crossed her legs. I got an eyeful of pale thigh.
"Bonnie told me you have tattoos, Michael."
"Yeah, I've got a couple." I rolled up my sleeve to show her Amy's heart, and the Chinese characters that spelled "Bonnie." Bonnie was heavily into mysticism.
Charlotte flicked her dark hair back. "Those are cool! Would you like to see mine?"
"Sure."
I'd already seen the bluebird on her shoulder, but now she hitched up her skirt to show me a pixie above her stocking.
"That's my little guardian, Cerys."
Cerys had blue skin, wings and little pointed ears. I ran a finger around her and over her tiny pixie breasts. Charlotte's skin was very smooth. "She's cute."
Charlotte tugged down her neckline and revealed a tiny butterfly on the swell of her breast. I reached out and touched it.
"Nice." My hand drifted over the soft curve and inside the vest. I cupped her breast in my hand. Charlotte breathed on my neck. Her hand took mine and placed it back in my lap.
"This is my most recent one. Come closer. I don't want everyone to see."
She shifted from the crowded bar and patted the seat next to her. I shuffled closer. She lowered the waist of her skirt. Where I expected to see hair, and panties, there was only skin, and a pretty red rose. I couldn't quite see her cunt.
"That's beautiful," I said. I looked into her grey eyes. "It's a shame I can't see all of it."
"Why don't you come back to my room and I'll let you."
Afterwards, I let her inscribe her name on my ankle, with a needle and a bottle of ink. It cost me a visit to the doctor and a course of antibiotics. Bonnie chucked me when she saw the dressing.
4. Dena
My real sister. Huge mistake. Dear God, we were drunk. Her name served as a reminder never to do it again.
5. Elizabeth
Elizabeth was the tattoo artist who'd done my Amy and Bonnie. She was doing Dena on the opposite arm.
"I could cover those ones up for you, if you'd like." She pointed at the heart and the Chinese characters.
"How?"
"Maybe a Maori design, or something Celtic. They're quite popular."
Her needle moved across my skin. It was like being scratched and burned at the same time.
"I'll leave them for now," I said. "They have happy memories."
Elizabeth chuckled. "You're such a romantic. I like that in a man."
She leaned forward. As usual she was wearing a tight, sleeveless top. Her breast brushed against my chest, and I shifted to accommodate my sudden hard-on. She looked at my fly.
"I like that in a man too," she said. Her machine made a metallic clatter when she tossed it onto the steel trolley beside me. She unfastened my pants. Next thing I knew, she had my cock in her mouth. I watched her dark hair bob up and down. It was gathered into a bun on the back of her head. She sucked my cock like she was slurping at a popsicle. I closed my eyes.
"Hold still," said Elizabeth. I heard a metallic click. She had her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock, holding me erect.
"Why?" I looked down at her, just as an excruciating pain shot through my cock. "Jesus Christ, Liz, what are you doing?"
She grinned up at me. "Adding my name to the rest of your conquests."
She switched off her machine and took my cock back into her mouth. Her tongue flicked around the head and poked into the hole. The pain stopped almost immediately, and I was soon as hard as before.
"But I haven't fucked you."
"Let me finish this, and you can." She winked at me, and returned to the tattoo.
Elizabeth alternated between sucking my cock and tattooing it. When she finished I still hadn't come, and my balls were ready to burst. She walked across the shop and bent over her bench. I followed her and flipped up her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. I sank my newly decorated cock into her and shot my load within seconds.
When I'm soft, it looks like a bunch of squiggles. When I'm hard, though, you can see an outline drawing of a girl lying along the top, her arms and legs wrapped around my shaft. The face is quite clearly Elizabeth with her tongue sticking out, like she's licking it.
6. Frances
My mother's younger sister, Frances, has flirted with me since I turned thirteen. She wore black stockings, and I felt like Dustin Hoffman. Elizabeth laughed herself sick when I told her. She placed Frances beneath a cute fox-woman with pouting lips and breasts. When I flex my bicep, it looks like the fox is thrusting out its tits.
7-10. Georgina, Heidi, Imogen and Jade (and Dena, again)
After I left college I shared a flat with my sister Dena for a while. One night she'd been out drinking with her friends, and they came back for coffee. I was in the front room watching a film when they crashed through the front door, screaming and giggling like harpies. Dena went to put the kettle on while the others threw themselves on the chairs around me.
"So," said Imogen, draping herself over me, "Dena tells us you've got six tattoos."
"Yeah." Heidi giggled. "And they're all of girls you've shagged."
"So show us."
Surrounded by four giggling, drunk blonds, what choice did I have? I rolled up my left sleeve.
"That one is Amy, my first, and those Chinese characters mean 'Bonnie'."
"How do you know?" asked Jade. "They could mean 'Shit for brains' for all you know."
Heidi hooted with laughter. "Yeah! Or 'Gullible Idiot'."
"I know because my tattoo artist is trustworthy, and she showed me the words in a Chinese dictionary."
"Okay, that's two," said Georgina. "What about the rest?"
I hitched up my trouser leg. "Charlotte did that one herself."
I'd never had so many girls so close to me before. I could feel their breath on my skin. They sat back on their heels.
"Next," said Jade.
I pushed up my right sleeve to show them Dena.
"Dena? Our Dena?" asked Imogen.
My sister came in at that moment with a tray of coffee. Imogen pointed at the tattoo.
"Is that you, Dena?"
Dena grinned, and nodded. "Yep."
Heidi's mouth fell open. "You mean you, and he..."
Her words trailed off as she pointed at us.
Dena sat beside me. "Yes. And he was pretty good, actually."
"That's sick!"
"You're unbelievable, girl!"
Dena just grinned. Jade looked at my arm again.
"So that's Dena, and there's a Frances below her, so that makes five. Dena said you have six. Where's the last one?"
I blushed. "I can't show you that one."
"Why not?"
"It's in a very private place."
"I want to see!"
"Me too!" shouted the others.
I folded my arms and shook my head. "Not a chance."
"Come on, girls," said Imogen. "There're five of us and only one of him."
They shrieked with laughter and jumped on me all at once. I found myself on the floor with Dena and Jade sitting on my arms and Heidi and Imogen pinning my legs down. I couldn't move a muscle. Georgina pulled down my pants and boxers.
"Ooooo, look, girls, he's pleased to see us!" She grabbed my semi-erect cock and rubbed it. "Look at that! He's got a chick on his cock!"
"What's her name, Michael?"
"That's Elizabeth. My tattooist."
"She gives good service, obviously." Georgina looked at Dena, and winked. "Hold him still, girls."
Georgina lifted up her skirt and straddled me. She pulled her thong to one side and lowered herself onto my cock.
"Now you have two chicks on your cock," she said. Her breasts wobbled underneath her lycra top. I wanted to squeeze them.
Jade laughed. "Hey, George, you always said you wondered what it would be like to fuck another girl. Now you know!"
Heidi went next. She was wearing a strapless tube dress, and her tits spilled out over the top. The others laughed and called her a tart. Imogen and Jade shagged me too. The ones who weren't fucking me held me down, though to be honest I wasn't trying too hard to get free. In the end, only Dena hadn't taken a turn. Imogen looked at her with half-closed eyes.
"So, Den, are you going to show us?"
Dena chuckled, a sexy, throaty sound that grabbed me by the balls. "Yeah, why not?"
"Dena, no!" I struggled, but they wouldn't let go. I gasped when Dena's wet cunt brushed against my cock, and then it was too late. She dropped down. I cried out. My cock throbbed and I came deep inside her.
"Fuck, Dena."
The girls let go of me. Dena bobbed up and down on my spent cock, grinning. I reached up for her breasts, but she slapped my hand away.
"Michael, no. I'm your sister!"
"Now you'll have to get our names done," said Heidi.
"And Dena's again."
Elizabeth made a flower out of their names, interlinking them so that from a certain angle, Dena's name appeared too. She sat on my lap to do it, and rubbed herself against my thigh while I told her what had happened.
11-13. Kate, Laura and Max
I have no idea who these three are. I mean, their names are there, so I must have fucked them, but I have no recollection of doing so, or even what they looked like. I hope to god that 'Max' is short for 'Maxine'.
13. Nyesha
Nyesha was a goddess. I think I truly loved her. She had dark skin with a beautiful sheen, yet between her legs she was pink, just like the others. She was soft to the touch, like polished mahogany. I liked to spoon with her, so I could see my pale body against hers.
She broke my heart, of course. One day she got home early and found me in bed with Olivia, a secretary from the place where I worked. She left, crying, and I never saw her again, except when I glimpsed her portrait on my shoulder in the mirror.
14. Olivia
"Was that your girlfriend?"
"Yeah."
"She looked pretty pissed off."
"Yeah."
"Where were we? Mmmmm."
15. Paris
No, not that one, though we did make a few home movies. Paris was absolutely filthy. You name it, she'd let me do it.
She'd start by tracing my tattoos with a long, red fingernail.
"Tie me to the bed, Michael." She lay face down on the comforter and stretched her arms and legs out to the corners of the bed. I used four of my nicest silk ties to secure her. She tugged at them.
"Now spank me. I've been a very naughty girl."
I slapped her bottom.
"Harder."
I slapped it again. This time I left a mark.
"Harder."
When I'd finished, she sighed. Her bottom was bright red.
"Now fuck me, Michael. Put that big cock of yours in my ass."
I smeared some Vaseline around her hole, and over my cock, and did as she asked. None of the others had let me do anal, and I loved fucking her tight, slippery ass.
I wasn't the only one she was screwing. One of her other partners was a film director. She's quite famous now. You may have seen her in films like Butt-girl Begins or Debbie Does Paris. Her latest boyfriend is reputed to have a twelve-inch cock.
Elizabeth gave me a disapproving frown as she wrote 'Paris' beneath a miniature Eiffel Tower. She touched me no more than necessary.
16 and 17. Questa and Rosabel
Twins. Honest. I couldn't believe it either. They were dancers in a strip club in Paris, ironically. Questa danced for me in a private booth and I bought her champagne. Her hand rested on my lap.
"Michele," she said in her gorgeous French accent, "I 'ave a twin sister. Would you like to sleep wiz us?"
Her hand was stroking my cock through my pants and I didn't want her to stop, so I could hardly refuse. She took me to a private room and her twin joined us. I think I fucked Questa first, but it was difficult to be absolutely sure.
Afterwards, they took me to a tattoo parlor and took it in turns to suck my cock while the tattooist burned their names into my skin.
18. Suzanne
"Please, Michael, call me Suzanne."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. -- Suzanne. It's just that I've been calling you 'Mrs. Jones' since I was six years old."
I'd come to visit my parents only to find that they were out. Their neighbor invited me around for a drink. She winced at my words.
"Don't remind me. That makes me feel so old."
"You don't look old."
"You're too kind, Michael. My days of attracting young men like you are long gone."
"That's not true. I find you very attractive." She must have been in her late forties, but she looked amazing. Her blond hair was immaculate, her eyes were bewitching pools of hazel and her smart suit flattered her slim build.
"Cheeky." I caught the quick blush, and the hand that automatically patted her hair. She turned to the drinks. I came up behind her and put my hands on her hips.
"I wasn't joking, Mrs. -- Suzanne." I pulled her back so she could feel my hardness against her bottom. "You have this effect on me, you see."
"Michael, what are you doing?" Her words protested, but she made no effort to pull away, not did she stop me when I started to unfasten her blouse.
I murmured into her ear. "I've had a crush on you forever. I used to spy on you out of my bedroom window. Sometimes you didn't quite close your curtains, and I'd watch you undress."
"You did?"
"I dreamed of holding your breasts and squeezing them like this."
"Michael, we shouldn't -- "
I unzipped her skirt and let it fall. When I pushed my trousers down, my cock nestled against the slippery silk of her knickers. Her bottom clutched at me.
"Michael -- "
I pushed her forward. She bent with a sigh and rested her head against the worktop. I pulled her panties to one side and entered her. Her hands gripped the roll edge.
"Oh, yes."
I held her hips and worked my own in and out. She moaned, and I felt her hand reach between her legs to play with herself. Her head was buried in the crook of her other arm. Muffled cries escaped.
"Oh God! Oh, Michael! Yes! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The back door opened.
"Fuck me, Michael! Yes! Harder!"
"Hello Sue! I hope you don't mind us dropping round, but we saw Michael's car and -- Oh! Oh God, I'm so sorry..." My mother's voice tailed into silence. Dad stood behind her, his mouth open. Suzanne's moans faded.
"Oh fuck! Maureen, I -- "
"Hi Mum, hi Dad." I waved and grinned. "I'll be round in a moment."
They backed out of the kitchen and closed the door. Mrs. Jones tried to rise, but I held her down.
"Hold on," I whispered, sliding my cock out and back in again. "I haven't finished yet."
"But what about -- "
I put a finger to her lips. "Shhhh. I'll deal with them."
19 - 24. Tallulah, Uma, Veronique, Wendy, Xanthia and Yasmin
My last six were prostitutes. I don't even know if I have their real names tattooed on me. Most of them looked at me funny when I asked. I'm not proud of that, but I have needs, the same as any man. I never realized that women would have a problem with my tattoos, but after Suzanne, all my dates ended the same way. We'd get on just fine, we'd go back to my place, or hers, and as soon as she saw me naked, she'd withdraw. I don't know whether they thought I was some sort of slut, or just that they found the tattoos themselves off-putting, but I went many months without sex until I finally called Tallulah, the exotic masseuse whose advertisement looked so promising.
Elizabeth refused to see me again after Uma. "You need to stop doing this, Michael. You're going to end up getting hurt. Why don't you find a nice girl and settle down?"
I laughed. "No nice girl would have me, Liz. Hell, not even you'd have me."
"Yes, I would."
She turned away. I'm sure she was joking.
26. Zoja
I haven't slept with Zoja yet, but I have tattooed her name on my ankle. I did it myself with a stolen needle and the ink from a biro, like Charlotte all those years ago. I haven't shown Zoja. It's only a matter of time until she lets me fuck her, and they say I have six months, possibly more.
Zoja is a Czech nurse at the hospice. They're not quite sure how I picked up the illness. It could have been from one of my sexual partners, or from an infected needle. I hope it wasn't Elizabeth. I'd hate for her to go out of business.
When they asked for a list of my previous partners, I pointed at my body and its various decorations.
And then, I slept alone.
Originally published June 2007 - "Body Art"