First set of pictures with my new, real, as-in permanent tat.. (OnlyFans)

First set of pictures with my new, real, as-in permanent tattoo.  You are seeing them first.  I guess it's kind of exclusive in some tiny way.  Anway, do let me know what you think!

I am a horny mother fucker this morning.  Actually, I need to find a horny motherfucker this morning.  Me being the mother, him being the fucker of mothers.  I'm walking around like everything is good, no problems here, but deep down in my gut, I am horny as fuck!  I know why.  I watched an old movie where Richard Gear is fucking some guy's wife over a stair railing and won't stop when her husband walks in on them.  She doesn't stop either, even though she's apologizing.  That turns me the fuck on.  I want to be her.  Before that, he was finger fucking her under the table, and her husband had no idea his wife was drooling pussy cream all over another man's finger right in front of him.  I so want to be her!  Why am I telling you about an old movie that makes my pussy a slip and slide?  I haven't a clue.  But the fact remains that it makes me so horny my pussy is growling.  It needs its feeding of cock followed by a shot of sperm.  I don't know, though.  The cock department has been a bit wonky lately.  The last available one I had never got past the limp noodle stage.  The fucker came, though!  What's with that shit?  Blowing a rather large load of jizz on my hand and arm, without warning and he was not even remotely semi-hard.  It was as soft and as limp as it could possibly be.  He was tipsy, and I fucking hate that. His dick doesn't play well with booze, so he shouldn't be drinking alcohol when he's with me, but he did.  How he came, I haven't a clue.  I didn't know you could cum completely soft.  In all my years, thousands of dicks, I have never had one do that.  Semi-hard, yes.  Totally limp?  No.  Anyway, that was the last drop of sperm his penis will ever place anywhere near me.  He cares more about the booze than he does about the pussy, so we must part ways.  Moving on, both from him and this paragraph.  PS.  I wasn't supposed to tell you this.  He asked me not to.  But then he went and told everyone we hooked up, which I could care less about, but we didn't hook up.  He made it sound like I was a slave for his dick, which would be awesome, but sadly it's the furthest thing from the truth.

Ticks and tats: what's so wrong with that?  My answer is absolutely nothing!  I possess both.  Tats on dicks?  It's not for me. Plus, where are you finding a tattoo artist who will tattoo your dick?  Wouldn't it have to be hard, as in erect, as well?  You would think it would. Otherwise, when you got a hard-on, you would look like an over-stretched billboard.  Not judging here, just saying.  My tats.  A mixed bag of opinions.  I am not looking for approval or that massively popular cheerleader squad adult performers adore so much.  They say after two days in, you know whether or not you made a mistake.  I am still thrilled with it, and I am enjoying it more every time I see it.  So, no, I doubt there will be regret in my life for having it done.  I am old enough to fuck you, your father, your son, or maybe all three of you if I feel like it.  I am also at that point in my life where I have absolutely zero concern for what other people think.  So if I appear not to care about your opinion of me, you are probably correct.  It's not that I don't care...well, maybe it is.  I mean, I don't want to be disrespectful, but if my decisions don't affect your well-being, I don't really put stock into what other people think I should or shouldn't do.