My inner gypsy comes out

HAPPY KATHERINE.
Tired Katherine.

What you see here is the result of session one of my new gypsy tattoo. Five hours of work, and another three to go. (September 16! - You'll be updated)
She should have been completed in that five hours, but my gorgeous, talented tattooist suggested she be bigger. (She was already going to be big, but now she takes up a bit over a third of my back) It didn't take much to convince me.

He also designed her for me, as I'm not that skilled an artist at the moment. From a bunch of really confusing information he managed to draw almost exactly what I saw in my head. A few small changes later (pedantic, fine detail. I'm sure I drove him mad) and this is the result. And I couldn't love her more if I tried.
And there were many giggles had today. Much innuendo. Comment of the day:
Me: How do you want me.
K: Whip the bra off, and straddle that bad boy.

... That 'bad boy' would be a chair.

See, I'm a bit of a gypsy at heart. So she's kind of... Me... But sexier... Or at the very least, she's a big part of me.
In my journey to nowhere in particular, I've experienced some very strong emotions and feelings.
Sadness - which can be seen in Gypsy's eyes.
Confusion - her eyebrows show that.
Shame and contempt - have a look at her mouth.
Guilt - the skull.
And pleasure - the naughty nip-slip because of how I used to seek pleasure.

So now I just have to wait seven weeks to get her finished, and in full colour. Watch this space.

"I was running blind but now I can be.
And if there's just one sign,
Hell, you know I can see.
Girl, I was meant for you.
You were meant for me."
~ Bound To Ramble - John Butler Trio