Blonde Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

It was still brown dry leaf color, and matched perfectly with the dark and outlined eyebrows. And her lips... those lips would make me learn to kiss without ever losing my breath, just so I don't have to stop. She wore a red lipstick, and that was her only makeup. The woman's skin was perfect, it looked soft and that kind that calls to be touched, like velvet and cotton. Even from afar, I felt stunned. And when she looked at me, the world seemed to break.

I coax. She takes the lipstick from my hand and pops off the cap. I watch from inches away as she glides the end along her top and then bottom lip. It’s dark red and sexy as hell. She presses her lips together and rubs them against each other in a practiced move I’m sure she’s done a million times. Why this fascinates me so much is beyond me. Fuck, she’s impossible to resist and I stop fighting it.

As she slipped her feet into a pair of red-bottomed stiletto heels, elongating her legs with every step, Adrienne basked in the confidence that radiated from within. She delicately enhanced her features with a meticulously applied makeup routine. The flawless canvas of her complexion glowed as she artfully blended hues, accentuating her natural radiance. The crowning touch was a daring shade of red lipstick, carefully chosen to further enhance her allure. Its vivid hue effortlessly complemented her dress, creating a harmonious symphony of allure with the scarlet fabric. Then, she selected a silver coloured necklace and earrings and put them on.

I coax. She takes the lipstick from my hand and pops off the cap. I watch from inches away as she glides the end along her top and then bottom lip. It's dark red and sexy as hell. She presses her lips together and rubs them against each other in a practiced move I'm sure she's done a million times. Why this fascinates me so much is beyond me. Fuck, she's impossible to resist and I stop fighting it.

Her lashes were darkened, and then Lovely opened her eyes when the beautician spoke. ‘Porpora...’ Lovely did not know that word, but as the beautician pushed up a lipstick Lovely managed, without translation, to work out what it meant. Crimson. ‘No.’ Lovely shook her head and insisted on a more neutral shade. Oh, Lovely wanted to be back in her cocoon—she was a very unwilling butterfly indeed—but she did buy the lipstick, and on her way back to the hotel she stopped at the boutique and bought the red dress. And then she entered the complex world of sexy shoes.

There is also a bronze coin, and that is 1,000 below. I took my mirror out of my bag and looked at my face to see if the liptint had been erased from my lip. When I noticed it was already erased, I immediately took the peach-colored matte lipstick and put it on my lips. I'm used to red lipstick, but I look like I'm a b*tch at our university. When I tried the nude lipsticks, I couldn’t help but be amazed. Other than the fact that I have fair skin, they seemed to suit me.

The beautiful girl would have her pick of clients, and in the end, she’d walk away with a degree that would help her further contribute to her Pack. “I love your hair color, by the way! I have a lipstick that I think will go really well with your skin tone, too,” She dug in her makeup bag and handed Ava a tube of deep red lipstick that had bluish undertones and looked velvety to the touch. Indeed, it would look much better on her than the greasy scarlet stuff the other girls had given her. Ava shook her head at the gift, “I couldn’t…” Bren waved away her refusal and placed the tube in front of her, “Please, it’s too dark on me and way too expensive to waste! Besides, what else are friends fo

She looked stunning, even dressed like a sadist. The deep red lipstick on her thick lips reinforced this image. Her long blonde hair was straight and flowed down around her breasts to her waist. In her right hand, she held a riding whip with silver studs on the end. That was the last thing he noticed about her. He had no words to say. He couldn't even think of them, he seemed to have lost the ability to form sentences. He could only watch her, impressed and instigated. He turned his eyes to yours and I could see amusement in them. He certainly looked like an idiot in front of her.

Her hair was pulled to a side and she was wearing those dazzling butterfly earrings, her pouting lips which were a shade of red looking very seductive. Her caption read, "Love Maquillage's Velvet Rose Series: Beautiful red lips are your weapon to seduction! For a moisturizing and long-lasting beauty, come find me if you are interested, it's just 399 dollars with postage!" The text was followed by a narcissistic emoji. The second post was from the day before, which was a picture of a gourmet dinner. "Food is the best medicine! I shall enjoy this first and think about losing weight later!" The text ended with a large smiley face and a cute crying emoji.

“I’m not very good at it.” “Sure!” she says, coming over to me. “No problem.” She directs me to sit down on a stool, and then she starts working on my face, talking as she goes. “With your coloring, you should wear brown eye shadow. It’ll make your blue eyes pop. And red lipstick will look lovely with your coloring, especially with your light hair.” I sit still and let her do her thing, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I can hardly believe I’m looking at myself. “Wow….” I mumble.