A private part

​She ran her fingertips over the sensitive skin, tracing the tattoo’s outline in her mind’s eye. She could remember the excitement when she described her idea to the tattoo artist. And she remembered his warning that it was a sensitive area and would likely be quite painful. It was. She could still recall the sharp stings singeing her skin, while she bit her lip to stop from screaming. But it felt like a physical manifestation of true commitment.  They had chosen the word together, and feeling it etched into such an intimate place made her feel anchored, tethered to another. 
 
Unlike that relationship, the tattoo endured. She had long since allowed hair to grow over it, keeping it concealed. Private. Even she needed a handheld mirror to see it, although she had not looked at it in a long time.
 
But now, now that she felt awakened again, she wanted to see it. More importantly, she felt ready to share it. In fact, she longed to feel those slender fingers finding this singular secret; to watch those deep dark eyes, which had held her from the very first moment, as they found her tiny treasure for the first time. 
 
Giddy with anticipation, she heard the knock. Opening her front door, she felt herself melting. Wordlessly, she took the elegant hands and drew them to her, guiding them gently. Tingling with desire she looked into those bottomless eyes and parted her hair to reveal the hidden jewel. She shivered with pleasure as she felt the inquisitive caress on the nape of her neck.