The only reason I don’t have a bunch of tattoos and piercings is sheer lack of money. Most of my life that’s been a thing in extremely short supply, and even now it’s squeaky-tight.  Then again, I suppose that if those things were really important to me I would have found a way of procuring them. I have favored other, less permanently visible, expenditures.  Still, I really do want a tattoo.  But every time I mention it it seems like the overwhelming response of my fans is “No! Don’t do it! We like you all-natural!”

{tattoo trivia - did you know that Winston Churchill’s mum, following the vogue for tattoos among refined Victorian Ladies, had a serpent bracelet tattoo?}

I think I’ve figured out how to get the body art I want in a Cherie-subtle manner. I always thought I wanted a tat of a lizard curled around my belly button with one tiny paw grasping the edge and it’s head tilted to look out at you. (So difficult to execute!) Then I thought I might like a “pornstar” tattoo, a big colorful peacock, tail spread, covering the small of my back. (So expensive! So blatant!) But this morning it occured to me that it might be cool to get a leetle teeny tat of a peacock, in brilliant color of course, right at the top of my ass-crack. Tiny enough to be (nearly) covered by my smallest panties. (Now picture me in the tattoo parlour, a breathless audience watching as the artist traces around that itsy-bitsy triangle to define his/her working area.) Then I could truly use the “wanna see my tattoo?” schtick!  *grin*

Later it occured to me that I could take it a little further and have tattoos deliberately positioned in my fat folds, in places that would never ordinarily show. Under the hanging part of my belly, under my breasts, perhaps even in the crease where plump thigh meets big labia. I could have my lizard observing the observer from under my left tit, and “have I shown you my tattoo?” would REALLY mean something! *BIGgrin*

These are the panties my peacock tattoo should (almost) fit under.

p.s.  Notice that I do not mention the pain as a deterring factor - actually, I rather suspect I’d enjoy the process.  That sort of thing usually feels good to me.