Blush Pink Skirt Novels & Stories

perfect. I carefully pull on clean cotton underwear and my black stockings, before I put on my favorite plaid skirt, it reaches just above my knees. I finish my look with a pretty white blouse. I want to look pretty for my birthday and for work. A bit of mascara and a touch of blush is all I need. I am lucky to be blessed with perfect porcelain skin, and pink full lips, so I don’t feel I need anymore to look my best. And to me too much makeup is never pretty, natural is the way to go.

She was wearing a silk creamy pink blouse that showed a bit of cleavage, a tight black pencil skirt that showed her ass and black ‘fuck me’ heels. I swallow hard. Damn it, this was going to be a long two years.

From head to toe she was covered in different shades of pink: a coral pink silk blouse, a salmon pink knee-length skirt, and a limited edition rose pink Adidas sneaker, and she finished her devotion for pink and her ludicrous look with a bubblegum pink jacket. Honestly, I never saw a human wrapped in so many shades of pink before. It was like she was declaring how much she needed this annoying color in her life to stay alive. However, it wasn't her pink outfit that caught my attention; it was her eyes. The bluish-green one, which I was sure belonged to less than one percent of the population, yet it felt familiar. Like I saw them before. Like they comforted me when I was at my lowest.

Her heart quickened and she became limp, exhaustion setting in. Jessica returned the shower head to its place feeling the weight of her arms. The water slowed to a drip as she turned the knobs silencing the shower. She climbed out and patted herself dry convulsing silently as she touched her now sensitive area. She applied the sweet blossom lotion to her damp skin carefully rubbing the silky smoothness in. She fashioned herself in a three piece business attire she previously chose from her closet. Her button up blouse was a lacy, pale pink complementing her natural skin tones. Her jacket and knee-high skirt was black with matching pink stripes tracing the length of it. She parted her hair to

said Melani with a serious tone . ' ............I should have known that she had put aside something like that since she told me I had to wear a skirt . ' thought Claire with a spiritless expression . Melani didn't waste any time and took a light pink shirt with a black skirt and a pair of light pink sandals . Claire's hair was naturally curly and didn't need many touches . " The pink heart of the pink star ? " said Melani showing the pins to Claire . " ......Can we skip that part ? " said Claire .

They were attired differently; some of them were in an elaborate evening gown, a number of them were wearing jeans with a cute top, a few of the group were also in shorts and a t-shirt, but almost everyone was dressed in striking colors. Marie was dressed in a knee-length, dusty pink dress which had a small slit on one side. It was an A-line dress and had a boat neck at shoulder level. The fall of the dress was pretty natural, and she looked stunning the way that she was carrying her dress with the perfect hairstyle, and she was wearing just the right amount of make-up unlike a lot of others who had applied everything in excess on their faces that made them look a little scary.

she said checking some clothes out but this time for herself. "How is this helping me?" I annoyingly adjusted the cloth I had on, looking at myself in the mirror. 'I think I like this' I thought turning around admiring the cloth. The white skirt, even though it contrasted greatly with my skin colour, complimented it as well. The spaghetti strapped pale pink blouse hugged my upper body firmly, exposing my curves. The flowing floral printed jacket completed the look making me look and feel pretty.

she snapped a finger at them to get the attention. "Let's go shopping" "yeah" They let out the scream out of excitement "hmm" Karen brushed her hair aside then tocked it behind her ear to get a clear View of Kelly while pretending to be interested in the girls conversation. " I'm thinking of going with a blue gown with a long slit by the side" said the second girl. Karen give a fake smile with a wave off. "Well, I think blue sounds dull to me though but I will go with pink bitches, Boys Love Pink you know"" said the third girl who did a little twirl while folding her breast seductively.

“This is not short, It’s almost touching my knees, you’re just being dramatic.” “No! You can’t wear a skirt that short to the office” “Oh, please,” she snapped. “I don’t know why you wear skirts that reach your ankle, you’re such a bush girl and a proper definition of a weird, nerdy, awkward Rose David.” She smirked at the mirror. “But lucky for you, I’m not you. I’m Blaire.”

The most beautiful smell of honey and peaches invading all of my senses. Gripping me in every way Mate! Mate! Get mate! I felt my eyes shifting darker, I could smell her, and when I looked further up the staircase I could see her. My little mate. Blossom's POV "Come on we'll be late!" Quinn practically screamed at me "Why do you even care? You already have a mate... what are you getting out of tonight?" I asked as I pinned my hair up in the mirror. She was sat on the bed, putting her blue heels on, her white dress flowing over the edge of the covers.