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InkArtist
| Hetero Male, 47, Tampa Bay, Florida
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I am a tattoo artist.Let us pause at that a moment and dispel any preconceptions. I am well read, genteel, with a graduate degree from a top University. Tattooing is my artistic passion and what could be a more perfect canvas than the flesh of a beautiful woman?Nothing could be.My studies in art, history and humanities will find their way into your very essence. Lovers may come and go, but you will never forget your tryst with me.There is no person who will study you more intently, or pay more attention to the smallest details of your body more than I will.
Someone who understands the inherent intimacy and eroticism of tattooing, and wants to feel that sensation and excitement in a romantic setting. I ask much. I am aware of that, but I offer much in return. If body art excites you, as it does me, the next step is obvious.
My decorations will make you even more beautiful.
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10/19/2014 8:42:50 PM: Another long weekend enjoying the Smoky Mountains is over. Good mountain bike rides and good company; but now to get back to work..
8/31/2014 2:47:44 PM: I've added a few photos of my work, and one of me working. If there was a way to do that as a journal entry that would have been my preference, but this will work.
6/26/2014 2:54:34 PM: 'You just collect pretty young women who want to be tattooed, don't you?''No, I also collect swords..''Such a classy gentleman''Hey now!'Insightful, but more than a little obvious..
6/14/2014 8:38:00 PM: Not my circus, not my monkeys.
6/5/2014 3:38:01 PM: Sometimes I look up women from my past. Not in a stalking sense, just a occasionally a pleasant recollection drifts by, and I wonder where that person has been and what they have been doing. Some sixteen years ago, I met a young lady when I lived in Atlanta. She was going away to college, but before she went I tattooed her; a large and elaborate swirl of flowers around her very full left breast. She was quite the wild thing, and I hooked up with her a few years later and visited her in Denver. She knew damn well why she got herself tattooed there, and knew how to shake that ink as she ground her hips into mine. We spoke a few times after that, but that was the end of it. The memories linger.On a whim I looked her up today. She is now in her thirties. And I see that the former wild child went to seminary school, and is now a reverend at an Episcopal Church in New Hampshire. In her diocese website photo her hair is now cut in a conservative short little bob, and she is wearing a black jacket, and a clerical collar.I wonder how many in the parish know just how colorful their minister is beneath that collar?
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