Blushing Chart Novels & Stories

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

he eyed me in the sexiest manner that made my heart skip a beat, "with you." I felt my cheeks heat up and I felt like burying my face in the wet sand. He suddenly gasped and pointed at me, "Are you blushing?" My eyes widened, "What? No! Why would I be...what?" He rose to his knees and for the first time in a while, I saw his eyes brighten, "You are blushing, Alruin!" He exclaimed, still pointing at my face. "Look at your cheeks, they are all red. Hey! Chase! Come look at Alruin's cheeks!"

That last inappropriate thought struck Layla with such effect and so much embarrassment and self-loathing that her pale skin flamed scarlet, mortified heat crawling over her entire skin surface. "I’ve never seen anyone blush that deeply," Lucas confided in wonderment, watching the flush trail down her long white throat and dapple that fine skin with a warmer colour. Layla told him roundly, "You’re supposed to pretend you didn’t notice, not embarrass me further." I used to go through agonies of blushing when I was a kid. It’s the fault of my fair skin—it’s very conspicuous. "

She turned the page. "4. Whenever he is with you, you will get euphoria and you will feel safe and secure." Shama remembered how she always felt warm in her hardest times when he was with her. Shama's face turned red as she thought about it. "5. You will blush even when you are thinking about that person or somebody says their name." Shama quickly turned to normal mode. She tried faking that she wasn't blushing. "6. You will have mixed feelings around them. Like, nervous, happy, sad and confused."

A soft pink blooming across her cheeks. I tuck it away, mentally. “You like him,” I say, too casually. She gives me a flat look. “Don’t start.” “I’m not starting. Just observing. Blushing is very revealing, you know.” She raises a brow. “I blush when I’m angry.” “You didn’t look angry when I mentioned him.” Her lips purse, trying to hold her composure. I lean against the desk. “He is a good guy. Too good, sometimes. People take advantage of that.”

He said to me with excitement so pure and candid, I found myself smiling. “Sure. I’ll be ready by seven.” He smiled, “Thank you so much Katherine for cheering me up, you’re an Angel.” He said to me and there it was, the bashful flushing of the cheeks. I needed to work on my ever too frequent blushing, it’s kind of embarrassing. But I don’t think anyone can help it, not blushing at the words Alexander says. “You’re welcome, Alex.”

"And I'm just cooking in an apron. It’s not like I’m completely naked." "That's not the point!" "But I read online that humans like this," he said, confused. "You don't like it?" I was about to give him a firm 'no' when he leaned in closer, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "But I see you blush every time." "Th-that's just a normal physiological reaction!" I turned my face away. "Anyone would blush at a sight like that!" "So you admit you like it?" "...Put a shirt on."

You know it. “I know,” I said, though a tiny ache still sat in my ribs. “It still hurts.” Then change the feeling, she answered. Surprise him. Be bold. Watch an adult video, she said, voice smooth as water. Techniques. Confidence. You’ve spent enough time blushing over him, time to learn how to make him blush more. My mouth fell open. “Blue!” I hissed out loud, my face flaming. “You can’t just say things like that!”

He doesn't bother to comb his long hair, always messy, falling at his forehead, which makes his face so cute. "You're staring at me," he smiles teasingly. "I'm not!" I quickly look away, feeling a bit shy. "Since when you're shy, Samlin Greenham?" he lifts himself up by pressuring on his elbow, gazing down at me. "You're literary blushing. You know what happens when you blush? Your cheeks turn red, like spilling color. Just like this," he puts a finger on my left cheek. "I know, shut up!" I giggle, swating his arm.

“ I am sorry about opening the rest room like that, just that I came in and I could not find you on the bed…” “ And you got worried, it’s okay beautiful I was not upset, infact I liked the fact that you saw me naked” I watched her turn a beautiful red color totally blushing so hard, and due to her fair skin her blushing was like pouring red paint on white background. “ w-why do you like it? You are supposed to be pissed not happy” she said to me feeling bashful.