Blonde Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

She opened the lipstick in her hand eagerly. "This lipstick is like a magical tool. It can complement a person's complexion very well. Hannah, this shade will look perfect on you. "Try it on. You'll definitely attract the attention of everyone in the room. Come on," Jane urged as she handed the lipstick to Hannah. It was a fluorescent pink lipstick, also known as "Dying Barbie Pink." The color was one that even those who aimed for a perfect Barbie look often struggled to pull off. For people with fair skin like Hannah, it would look universally unflattering. It would make her look tacky and unattractive.

Lisa said, putting it on, "but men love to have shiny red lips wrapped around their dicks. I swear it must be subliminal." I giggled and she said, "don't move, especially your mouth." I held still. She added a bit of blush to my cheeks, smoothing it with her finger. "Now for the pièce de résistance, bare your breasts, dear." Shrugging the robe off my shoulders, I waited to see what she was going to do. She took a dark reddish brown lipstick and applied it to my nipples and areolae, darkening them. "Flavored lipstick," she informed me. "You're excited, aren't you?"

I crave for his touch in my sleep, in the office, whenever I set my eyes on him basically. I really really like this one, and it's so embarrassing. I rushed home to get ready because I'm very particular about how I look around that man these days. Red and black seems to get him in the certain type of deranged mood that I want him to be around me always so I've been incorporating those colors especially. I'm now more of a red lipstick girl when I've flexed nude or something lighter for years.

It matched perfectly with my blonde hair and made my green eyes stand out. The red lipstick added a certain seductiveness to the look, and I smiled, happy with how I looked. I took a selfie and sent it to Carina. Her response was immediate. Rina: Oh. My. God. Ave, you look amazing. If Lorenzo doesn't want to jump you and fuck you senseless, then he's either blind or gay. You're hot AF! Girl, you'll be getting dicked tonight, no doubt about that. Me: Rina!

She handed me a rose gold tube she pulled from her cross bag, inside was a stunning warm red lipstick that sparkled. I tried it on immediately even though I already had red lipstick on. "Ohmygosh, I love it." With a pout, I admired the shimmering goodness. The deep red colour shone extraordinarily on my midnight black skin like rubies floating in space. "I know." She grinned from the mirror.

Blush on her cheeks, a rosy pink to mimic the flush he'd put there soon enough. Finally, the lips. She outlined them with a red pencil, precise strokes defining the full pout, then filled in with the pepper red lipstick—a bold, fiery shade that screamed 'fuck me.' She pressed her lips together, blotting with tissue, then layered another coat for shine. The color popped against her skin, making her mouth look swollen and ready for his cock. She admired the result: eyes smoldering, lips begging to be ruined. He'll want to smear this lipstick all over his shaft.

Scarlett browsed beside us. “This shade would be perfect on you,” she announced suddenly, holding up a red lipstick like it was some crown jewel. Her brow arched with excitement. “Come on, let’s try it.” Before I could even protest, she crossed over and, with surprising care, began applying the lipstick on me. A moment later, she angled a small mirror toward me. And… she was right. The color clung to me like it had been waiting its whole life. It made my pale skin glow in that timeless French-woman way—the kind who needs nothing but red lipstick to look breathtaking.

“Ha?” “This one,” she beamed, picking up a lipstick that’s blood red. “This lasts forty-eight hours. Trust me, I’ve used it for everything, especially in this kind of situation.” “This kind of situation? What do you mean by that?” Instead of explaining, she put red lipstick on my lips. “Perfect!” Chloe said excitedly. As Chloe finished applying lipstick to my lips, Madame Beatrice and Esther entered the room at the perfect moment. Esther held thin fabrics of red, black, and purple, looped around her wrist.

I asked cautiously. “I don’t like repeating myself, Ms. Johnson.” Lancelin sighed and flipped through the pages of the file he had in front of him. I picked up the box and opened it to reveal a small, gorgeous looking lipstick tube. Placing the box and my planner on the desk, I took out the tiny tube and brought it closer to my eyes for inspection. The name Esteem Amber was written in gold on the side of the tube and I had a vague feeling that it was inscribed in real gold. Half of the tube was transparent with a giant ruby crystal at the very top of the tube and the bottom half was made of some kind of black metal. The tube itself was lightweight and the lipstick inside was a brilliant red,

“Shit. Princess, I’m sorry. I should have noticed you before.” Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. “What color was that lipstick?” Leia looked at me curiously, “burgundy.” “So red?” Leia shook her head. “It’s dark red, purplish color. Like fucking wine.” “You go sleep, I’ll shower okay?” Leia yawned and nodded.