Where Is It You Think You Are?

Why yes, you are here. A choice, that still many, find was a bad choice on their part. If it isn’t enough that I have my haters for T.S.O.T.S.B., I also have an ever growing population of haters for my other blog which I Do Not promote in any of my posts in any manner whatsoever. In fact the only way you can get there from here is by clicking the Tattoo Glamour banner on the right side of this blog. I Do Not recommend doing so at this point if you are at work because it isn’t workplace friendly. I Do Not recommend clicking the banner if you are offended by full frontal nudity of women and/or tattoos because that is all that is there. I Do Not recommend clicking the banner if you are not 18+ at any time, ever. With that being said, I will explain briefly what is posted there, women with tattoos, from fully nude to fully clothed, there are No stories, No writing, and only one themed commitment, posting beautifully tattooed women, some models of course, but also people who have submitted photos. It’s very simple, that is all that can be found there, No hidden agenda, No promoting either nudity or tattoos, and No advertising for any products or services.

So, y’all might be wondering why I bring up anything about my other blog today, right now, and here. Be patient, I will get to that shortly. Over the years I have had to remind readers that it is a personal choice when visiting this or any of my blogs. Which brings me to a quick side note about why my python blog disappeared. I was “asked” by a collection of 13 professional bloggers and website operators to stop and take down my site because I was crossing a line of “faith” for readers because my personal success with pythons could be very misleading and could inadvertently misguide people into believing that raising pythons is “easy”. As well, amateurs such as myself are taking money out of the professional’s pockets. The cut and dry of it all is they wanted to advertise on my blog, for free and paid, but I refused to have any part of that shit. Soon after I receive a letter in the mail at my house from a law firm in Los Angeles which stated I was being sued for $1.8 million in damages which covered loss of income, to include sales, and the fact that I was an unlicensed and undocumented person giving advice on things which I was not legally obligated to provide. Having this all verified with my own lawyer it was granted that the lawsuit would be dropped if I killed of my little ol blog. Yes, it sounds like far fetched bullshit to get one’s panties in such a knot over a personal blog about personal experience with pythons, but it is what it is, which is sad, because I had big plans and quite a bit of helpful information to provide. Anyway, the blog was removed and handwritten apologies were sent out. Sadly, not one “you fucking suck motherfuckers” was included or implied. Luckily, after reviewing my legal rights with my lawyer I can say that these motherfuckers truly fucking suck sweaty balls because I would not dare list their names or sites to cause myself unwanted problems. So, here’s to y’all, hats of to the cunts who got scared that I was fucking infringing on whatever it was I was doing by just sharing with other enthusiasts. One last thing, FUCK YOU ALL!

Anyway, other choice makers have clicked the tattoo banner and were quick to tell me how ashamed I should be, how I’m definitely going straight to hell now, and how my blog is very degrading to women in general. I only have one reply and that is that I would assume that all of the women displayed made two choices, to get the tattoos and/or piercings and then either take pictures or have their pictures taken. Neither of which I had anything to do with. I am guilty of collecting these pictures and posting them on my blog for others to enjoy as well. Don’t like women? Great, don’t visit. Don’t like women with tattoos and/or piercings? Great, don’t visit. Don’t like sometimes fully nude women with tattoos and/or piercings? Great, don’t visit. I’m easy, I’m not trying to sell anything, I don’t care if you visit or not, and when you do make the choice to visit I know you made the choice. I hold no gun to a person’s head and demand they click the fucking banner. I warn of what will be seen, I warn it is not workplace friendly, and I warn it is for adults only. But, as we all know way to fucking well, just being an adult doesn’t make one mature. Furthermore, don’t email me whining that you are surprised there is nudity and how offended you because I really don’t give two fucks. Those of y’all who I have emailed back on this subject know that is exactly my response.

Anyway, I guess the moral of the story is that if you are easily fucking offended then my blogs probably aren’t your cup of tea. As usual, I expect this post to fall upon blind eyes and deaf ears, too bad I can’t get muted mouths to complete the package. Y’all are big boys and girls, make choices that work for you because my choices are mine and I can promise y’all that my choices are what are taken into consideration when I post to my blogs. In fact, stay tuned for a story of a not so classic office romance which will be ready to post pretty soon.

Introducing A New Blog Of Mine

T.S.O.T.S.B. Tattoo Glamour is my newest blog dedicated to one subject and that subject is the visual display of tattoos and body piercing on the female body. That’s it, that’s all you’ll get, so don’t be disappointed when that is all you’re going to see. I chose to dedicate a blog aside from my others because there is erotic style soft core full frontal nudity shown in many of the pictures that are and will be posted. In other words, if you do not like to view the sometimes fully nude female body with tattoos and/or body piercings then this is not the place for you to visit. In fact, if you visit  it is because you followed a link from this blog or I invited you personally. Either way, it is your choice to visit and/or stay to view the the published posts.

If you are wondering why I chose to not incorporate pictures which may display nudity here it is because, as I have explained many times before, I wish to retain my PG rating. There is a vast mix of visitors to The Sting If The Scorpion Blog and I choose to respect that not everyone who visits wants to see a naked, uncensored, female body. Many of the tattoo and body piercing pictures I would like to display here would need heavy censorship which I believe detracts from all of the beautiful art.

So, click T.S.O.T.S.B. Tattoo Glamour if you want to, just be forewarned than you will encounter female nudity during the duration of your visit. I have also added a permanent link to the right hand panel of links. I hope those who visit will enjoy the material posted.

A New Meaning To Slippery When Wet

So, I’ve mentioned before, my Magic Weekend inbox is overflowing with great stories, some extremely long, and some which are short and sweet. This next one I’m posting is on the short side. Annabel has been a very regular contributor to The Sting Of The Scorpion Blog, so when I see she has sent me something new I usually go ahead and check hers out first. Although, this time she was full of surprises, this time she sent in a personal story for the Magic Weekend, and I knew I had to post it right away. Y’all will see, as per a promise I made last month, that I’m going to try to post the pictures sent to me without to much damn censoring, but as you call tell, female anatomy is rather challenging to work with to edit it where one still has an idea of what the pictures are trying to illustrate. I think most of y’all can do the math to see what two plus two equals. If not, there’s absolutely no fucking help for you. So, without further delay, please enjoy her story, I know I did.

Dear Scorion Sting-

As we both know, I’m a regular sender of information, pictures, and ideas, because I try to carry out my role in The Scorpion Army. I have seen many of my ideas posted in your blog so I thought you might enjoy something not so generic and a little bit more personal. So, I will make this simple because I made a premeditated choice this past Saturday night. It was my 21st birthday and I wanted to get myself something rememberable. I had wanted, since I have been 16, to get my clit pierced, a VCH, a vertical clitorius hood piercing, but never have. For my birthday this year it was going to be my gift to me because nobody else was going to get my kitty fancy jewelry but me. I was ready, I really was, I took extra time shaving, making sure I was so smooth that water beaded up on the skin. Mission accomplished. I put on loose, baggy warm up pants because I was told that one’s clit gets pretty swollen and sore afterwards. In the end I was as ready as I thought I could ever be, and to say I was excited is an understatement, because I’m fucking extatic.

I get to the tattoo shop, you can omit the name if you like, but its a place you have mentioned before, I just know you don’t like giving free advertising. Anyway, sitting in front of Magic Needle I found myself growing really impatient, it was time to go, my wait is finally over. Once inside I was asked if I had an artist preference and if I wanted a male or female artist. It doesn’t matter, just as long as their aim is true and straight. After filling out all of the legal release paperwork I was led back to a room, instructed to lay on the table, and to remove my sweats. There I laid, for what seemed like an eternity, on the table with my pants in the chair, getting a slight chill, but flushing with heat because I didn’t know what was about to happen. As the seconds turned to minutes, Ron enters to explain the process, gets his tools ready, and here we go. I only felt his warm fingers, a cold clamp, and a sharp snap of pain. Then it was over, no foreplay, no teasing, just stuck it through. I will remember that feeling for the rest of my life as there has been nothing to ever compare it to so far in my 21 years. Want to talk about making me instantly wet, that did the fucking trick 100 fold!

Then, Ron turned to me and mentioned that they had a special going on, get one piercing and get your next one half off if done in the next seven calendar days. So I told him if he has time I got a nipple he could pierce right now. He smiled, got prepped, I showed him where, and like lightning my nipple was also pierced. You can only imagine the sensations that were going through my entire fucking body, in fact I don’t even think I am capable of explaining it right. But my sensitivity was increased like a billion times over. When I was done I was led up front to pay, this is also where they gave me my care for new piercings literature. Mentioned one shouldn’t touch the areas unless cleaning for 5-7 days, fuck that, I couldn’t stop touching either one the entire ride home. Now I just needed to get fucked hard to seal the night for me. But, no luck, I went home alone. Lucky for me I had a very lonely cucumber which had no prior obligations to handle my immediate needs, so it all worked out for the best if you ask me.

I know you have this stupid rule about using pictures with full nudity but there is no other way to show you what I had done but to just send pictures of myself, plus I know you can make them usable. Now, realize this morning, as I write this email, I’m a little sore, but I know Monday morning I’m off to work, with no one the wiser of my weekend. Glad I wear skirts, going commando for a few days should be interesting, hope nobody at the office gets an eyeful. I think I hit the blood part of your criteria, don’t know if letting a cucumber have its way with me counts as sex, but it did the fucking job for me!

Annabel H., Houston Tx

I told y’all it was short and sweet, and as much as I wish I could share with y’all her beautiful VCH and horizontal nipple piercing, all the censoring, as you can plainly see, blocks what was so nicely done. I had to salvage at least two of the eleven great pictures she sent in so just deal with it. Yes, I know, all is blocked from view, just imagine a horizontal stainless steel stud pierced through her nipple and a vertical stud through her clitoral hood. Well folks, that’s it for this one. Keep sending in your Magic Weekend stories, keep sending in your pictures, and just keep doing all the crazy shit that y’all do every single weekend.

Show Me Your Tattoos & Piercings

Life Happens At The Speed Of Ink

On very rare occasions categories here at The Sting Of The Scorpion get overlapped. For the most part that isn’t a question because it all comes out in the wash. The latest Magic Weekend submission actually starts out as a Bartender Story since the person in the story is a stripper at Club X. So the best thing for me to do is to just let her tell her story because this one is sure to open some eyes this morning. I have found, over the years, that strippers are an interesting breed. They’re no different from the faces y’all see everyday all around you and if you are lucky y’all just might see them naked sooner or later. This story is about Sissy and how her everyday life and her stripper life met somewhere in the middle for a little fun and excitement. As a stripper, Sissy gets to show off her tattoos every time she goes to work at Club X and gets naked. Without further ado, here is Sissy’s story of her Magic Weekend.

It all started this past Thursday when two of my co-workers at the orthodontist office started talking about their new tattoos they had gotten a few weeks ago. They wanted to play show and tell now that they were pretty much healed up. I couldn’t wait to see them because these two girls are the most prissy girly girly types I think I have ever met. Since I’m friends with them, meaning I’m the only one who really talks to them, I was invited around the corner so they could show off. Estacia lifts her scrub shirt and lowers her scrub pants to expose around her hip bone. She got a neon orange tree frog about the size of a fifty cent piece, how cute. Elizabeth was next, all full of giggles, lifts the leg of her scrub to display the sticky note pad sized unicorn she had on her lower calf. Strange, but cute nonetheless I guess. These two are no longer tattoo virgins. When asked if I had any tattoos I was unsure which I would show off at the orthodontist office. I thought I would keep it simple and show my Hawaiian flower on my right hip.

We had to break up show and tell because the orthodontist was coming down the hall so we all kinda went a different direction and headed back to our stations. Later that day Estacia stops in to see me and asks where I get my tattoos. So, I explained to her it is a hole in the wall place in a part of town I didn’t think she was familiar with. I was right, she had no actual idea where it was at. She asked if I wouldn’t mind taking her one day if I was ever going back. I had been planning on going back, tomorrow morning in fact after I got off work at the club. I explained to her that I had a second job and I would be getting off if she wanted to meet up then we could go. I gave her the address of where I would be at 1am and then we could ride together since it was right up the street about 1/2 mile. She agreed and said she could find it she was sure.

Estacia decided to come by the club about 30 minutes early and decided to come in. I think she just wanted to see what I do there because I never said that I was a stripper. I was on stage finishing up the last song of my set when I spotted her not too far from the stage. She walked up to talk to me with a $20 in her hand and asked me now what. So, I decided to screw with her a little bit. I sat down on the stage letting my legs reach out and pull her in closer. I laid back working my legs up over her shoulders and told her to fold the bill in half and then hold it in her mouth so I could get it. She did as I asked never taking her eyes off of mine. I arched my back as high as possible while leaning her forward with my legs until her lips were less than an inch away from my lips. I could feel her hot breath on the inside of my thighs as I girated one time letting her lips touch mine leaving the $20 pinched between my lips now. I released my grip and she slowly stood back up. She got the last laugh in a way because she looked right at me and licked her lips, then walked away.

I found Estacia sitting alone at the crowded bar a little later. I knew she was waiting for me to find her. I approached quietly from behind and tucked my head between hers and some tard trying to talk to her. She grabbed my face, gave this look, and then shoved her tongue down my throat. It was nice, she had a sweet taste. When it was over I was able to squeeze in next to her so we could talk. She asked my why I never told her I was a stripper. I explained it wasn’t something I advertised at the orthodontics office because I didn’t want to risk losing my job over a moonlighting job. We agreed that it was all good now. We sat there and talked for a bit longer and then I told her I was heading to the tattoo parlor so let’s get the hell out of here. I was definitely seeing Estacia in a totally different way now because she definitely shocked the shit out of me. Such a dirty girl, I like that.

We entered the tattoo parlor like two giddy ass school girls, giggling and carrying on like there was no one around us. Rick, the owner, came over to say hi so I introduced him to Estacia. He asked what we were getting done and Estacia chimed in to tell him she wanted her clit hood pierced just like mine. Shock to me. He said to give him a few minutes to finish up another client. Estacia looked straight at me and told me if I had never put it in her face she would have never thought of getting pierced there. What can I say, stranger shit happens, right. We sat there chit chatting about my other tats and piercings for a bit when she asked the ultimate question. She asked if I thought she would make a good stripper and could make some extra money on the side of working at the orthodontics office. I just told her that maybe we needed to meet up soon and she could show me her moves.

Rick showed back up and said it was time to go. Estacia put her hand out for me to come along and tells me she wants me there. So, all three of us headed back to the piecing station. He stepped out so she could remove her jeans and get situated on the table. She slid her jeans down slowly, seductively, making sure I could see how she was making an effort to impress me. Little did she know, I was already impressed, she already had my attention. I don’t meet too many girls interested in me but this is a very nice change of pace. Now, let me tell you what impressed me about her mini striptease, she had went commando and she was shaved so smooth I could see the goose bumps glistening in the bright lights. I was handed her jeans, I noticed they were very warm, I also noticed while I was folding them up the large wet spot she had developed. This morning is definitely turning out to be brighter than I could have imagined.

Soon after, Rick pops back in announcing that we are good to go, sign here, and we can rock and roll. After putting on his surgical gloves he rolls out a tray of instruments and opens everything up to begin. After placing two black dots for the in and out he began the procedure. In a matter of moments he was done. Rick handed Estacia a mirror so she could check it out. She grabbed ahold of the stainless steel ring giving it a little tug then nodded her head saying that this would definitely work for her. Rick wiped her down and told her to meet him up front when she got dressed. She hopped off the table and headed towards me to get her jeans. She reaches down pulling on her new ring and asked if I liked it. I put my fingers out grasping the ring, giving it a little tug telling her now the fun can begin. After a small moan she slid back into her jeans, buttoned them up, and we walked up front, she commented that she can really feel it now.

She paid Rick, signed one more piece of paper, and then we left hand in hand. After asking where she wanted to go she said it didn’t matter. So, thinking I know what this is all leading up to I tell her we are going back to my apartment right now and we can get her car later. She just gave me a nod and away we went. I don’t live too terribly far from the parlor so it was a very fast trip home. We barely made it up the first flight of stairs before we started tearing at each others cloths. By the time we hit the third flight of stairs we were both completely naked. As soon as I closed the door behind us our clothes and shoes dropped to the floor in a blurring thud. The next thing I know I am pinned up to the door, my hands being held above my head by one of hers as she begins with a kiss that ends with her sucking on my tit. Before I could catch my breath I felt the warmth of her fingers being driven up into my very wet pussy. She kissed me harder as she fucked me with her fingers even harder. This had to stop, this was going to far here at the door. I wiggled out of her grasp and led her to the couch.

I laid her down on her back, spreading her legs wide open like I was ripping a wishbone in two. The first thing I did was grab ahold of her new piercing, the skin still shiny and pink around it, as I rolled it between my fingertips. I began a lick at her ankle and didn’t stop until I was at her other ankle. After that it was a tangled mess of legs and arms going everywhere, I can only imagine what the neighbors were hearing because it actually got real loud. As fast as it started it ended with both of us collapsed on the floor, out of breath, wanting more, but out of energy. We fell asleep that way. I remember waking up next to her on the floor with our bodies intertwined. In an instant I saw the clock and we needed to get going so we are not late for work. We jumped in the shower for a quick, but heated rinse off and then we had to get dressed. She and I were basically the same size so we grabbed my scrubs and got dressed, threw our hair up, did some quick make up, and then we were out of the door.

I hauled ass to work and was real lucky I didn’t have a wreck or get a ticket. Arriving to work just in time we hurried to clock in so we could get to work. Soon enough we were approached by Elizabeth who asked why we were riding together. Estacia just said she had some car trouble and called me because I’m on her way. She said okay and then asked Estacia if she had got new scrubs because those were different from what she normally wears. She said nope and walked off down the hallway. Elizabeth whispers in my ear that she knew what had happened, ending it with a wink, and then saying that it was obvious that Estacia had gotten laid because she just smelled like fresh sex. She said she would get a confession out her and then let me know all the dirty details. To my knowledge Estacia didn’t give us up which means she is serious about what was happening, me to, I would like to see this continue as well. We will have to see where this all goes, but as far as I can tell I got me a new fuck buddy.

Can Someone Explain Why This Was Done?

Martini Tattoo

Corset Piercing