Obviously, I was very inspired and very bored today. Anyway, I'm done writing for today hahaha.
This was just another little something I thought up!
Ladybug. It was what Corny called her, because he was the only one who knew about the tiny tattoo on the small of her back. It was completely unacceptable for a lady to have such a marking on her perfect skin, and he loved it. He loved the idea that it was hidden beneath her beautiful dresses, and that he was the one person who got to see it; he was the only one who could brush his lips against it, and taste her perfect skin.
He loved that she hadn't gotten it out of spite for her mother, or even in an act of rebellion. She'd gotten it because she said that people often liked the sound of the word ladybug, but considered the bug itself a nuisance. She said that she could identify with the feeling of being shooed away by others, the feeling of being liked until people actually got to know her. He didn't care that others found her obnoxious, or snobby. They didn't see what he saw. They didn't see the smooth, perfect skin beneath her slip; they didn't see the way her cheeks flushed during orgasm. They didn't hear the soft, sweet sighs that escaped from her lips when he touched her just the right way. And for that, he was glad.
He was glad that she was his secret; glad that no one knew she was a delicate, gentle girl under all of the make-up and hairspray. He was glad that he was the only one who could touch her, and that she was so completely vulnerable to him. He was so consumed by her, he loved her smell, her feel, her taste. Her skin tasted of cinnamon and she would arch her back as his fingers slipped into her nether regions, her pink lips releasing the feminine sigh that he was completely in love with.
And each time his fingers found that small place on her back, the one with the tattoo, he would kiss her again, just to remind himself, and her, of why he was so desperately attracted to her. Not because she was beautiful, or rich. Not because she had the body of a goddess, or because she carried herself with such pride and self-esteem. No, none of those things could explain why he constantly wanted to be with her, constantly wanted to taste her, smell her, feel her.
The only real reason he could manage was because she was his dirty little secret, just like that tattoo was hers. She was what reminded him that he was a man, that he was desirable and attractive, and that only he could make her emit those noises, only he could make her feel that way. He wasn't a boy, but a man.
And she was his ladybug.
By the way... Brittany Snow really does have a ladybug tattoo, which is where the inspiration from this story came from. However, it isn't on her back, it's on one of her ankles. Just in case any of you were wondering LOL...