Blushing Chart Novels & Stories

"That is so." A sympathetic look covered her face. "Aww, you poor thing. You really need to find a boyfriend. Simple memes are making you blush these days," she tutted her lips, shaking her head in disappointment. On the other hand, my eyes widened at her claim and my neck instantly snapped toward the mirror. I saw a faint hue of red adorning my cheeks, and realizing the cause, the color darkened. Blush? I am blushing because of Elian? I am the one who makes boys blush, not the other way around! What's happening to me?

I didn’t answer immediately. I was watching her, I was really watching her. Her cheeks had turned slightly red, the colour creeping up slowly like she didn’t even realise it yet. Her lashes lowered just a fraction, like she was trying not to look directly at me but failing. This was new. She wasn’t arguing, wasn’t pushing me away, wasn’t throwing sharp words like she usually did instead, she was flustered. “So you do blush,” I said quietly. Her eyes snapped back to mine. “I do not—”

“I wasn’t exactly fair either and I shouldn’t have called you that slur. I am sorry.” That blush turned every other word he said into dust. I’d seen that blush before. Knew exactly how it spread down his neck, across his chest, everywhere. To all of him whenever he needed my touch. Carter always flushed pink when he was turned on and his pretty cock leaked precum all over the sheets. That pink blush was always present anytime he was gasping into my mouth like he wanted me. Hot images from that night in Michigan slammed into me and before I could stop myself–

For the first time, some of my rage ebbs away. The closer I get, the more her gaze lifts, the deeper her blush becomes. When she’s a nice cherry red, I can’t help a smirk. Glancing down, I trace the length of that blush down to where it disappears under her collar. I wonder just how far down it goes… Ollie does have nice, round breasts… Does the blush extend all the way to the swell of them? For a moment, my mouth starts to water.

He says. Nodding my head, I walk directly to the bathroom. Immediately, I locked the door when I get inside and releases a deep breath. Oh my god. I feel like my chest is going to explode in nervousness. Looking at my face in the mirror, my eyes widened when I saw my face is in red. It's like a tomato. What the? Am I blushing? No way? "Oh my god." I facepalm. He probably saw my tomato face. Damn.

She quickly covered her face, feeling red-hot. Her face was still flushed when they got out of the elevator. How could she face people like this? Unable to bear it, they had to stand at the door waiting for her to cool down. But the more anxious she was, the longer the flush persisted, even her ears turned red. Calvin, seeing her unable to calm down, smiled lightly. She was indeed cute, why was she blushing so much?

And in my heart of hearts I knew that this couldn't very well be the end. We sat there waiting for the sparks to fly between out palms. When it didn't happen right away, all my emotions surfaced. I could feel the hot tears welling up trying not to flow over my eyelid. Max's eyes grew concerned and he looked as though he wanted to comfort me, but we both knew he couldn't. This only made me even more emotional! My face felt like it was on fire, so I knew I was blushing, and not the cute kind of rosey blush, the blotchy kind. I snorted hoping that the snot was not already leaking out of my nostrils. It was no use. Max looked like he was in pain watching me in pain. But we never broke eye contac

“Even if it’s messy.” I didn’t answer, all I could think about was a canvas. Dark blues. Muted reds. A girl curled into herself like she was trying not to exist too loudly. All messy but true. I exhaled slowly, eyes fixed ahead as the lecture hall doors came into view. “…We’re going to be late,” I said.

Sitting next to Mable, Blair gleefully watched the woman apply blush to her cheeks. He lifted the lipstick from the vanity set and deftly unscrewed the cap. “I’ll apply the lipstick for you, Mabes.” Mable was amused. “Do you know how to apply lipstick, darling?” “I know from observing you put on lipstick every day.” Mable put down the brush and turned to Blair. “Alright.” She opened her lips, waiting for him to do the job. Blair picked Mable’s favorite lipstick, a graceful pinkish red that complemented her skin tone perfectly, deviating from the conventional red hue.

He held his hands up, laughing. “I’m not…gay,” I protested. “Then you’re really a nice person,” he said smiling at me. “You’re blushing,” he pointed out. “Black people don’t blush,” I blurted out. “Because turning pink is the only form of blushing, huh?” he said with a knowing smirk when I smacked my lips closed. Thankfully, the lady came back. “I’m sorry Sam, but these are the only ones I could find,” the lady said handing Sam pills. “Check in with us in the next…four days. Or you can go to the-“