Blushing Drawing Novels & Stories

This isn't an outline, this is a full-blown drawing. “This is…” “A hobby I picked up, nothing interesting” He waves it off and my heart shreds up a little. I flip the next page and it's another drawing of me lifting a bloodied figurine high up above my head. My lips are pursed harshly and are painted a sharp shade of ruby red. My eyes are a different shade of brown, they look glazed over like I'm in some sort of bloodlust haze. There are specks of blood splattered all over my face and hands.

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.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

A girl who has my face. It’s surreal. How do you recognize yourself from a faded drawing? But…these are no ordinary drawings. It feels like someone has drawn the sharp lines of my face with perfection, carefully outlining everything to match my features. My eyes—a dark, sparkling blue color is the only color that has not faded and turned yellow or brown. The contrast of that bright color against the old, dead papers…does something to my heart. Without realizing it, I touch my chest. A light pain starts deep inside somewhere.

Then he turned, and hurried away. I was pleased when he was gone, and now placed my full attention on Olivia. She was tense, probably expecting me to scold her, and her heart was racing fast. Amusement sprung up inside of me like water from a well. I lifted the drawing I was still holding and turned the image to face her. At once, she blushed as red as the roses I had named her for. “Tell me, pet. Do you enjoy drawing me?” “It’s a coincidence,” she said, but I didn’t believe that for even a moment.

Tisha blushed as she saw Spencer wearing only a towel. Spencer saw that she was feeling shy and said "I am so sorry, I was actually taking my bath in the bathroom when I heard you come in. As for the drawing, I know you're wondering how it came about, the answer is no, I didn't draw it. I had someone draw it but that was the day after the first night we spent together.

He pointed out with a grin. She blushed. “Don’t remind me.” He just smiled at her when he glanced up to see a certain detail. She seemed rather relaxed with him sketching her apart from her attempt to be frozen which was amusing. Apparently she did not mind being sketched as much if she was wearing clothes. Not that she seemed to understand his reasons for wanting to sketch her.

Heat pooled between my thighs as I worked. I switched to a softer pencil for the intimate details the way his fingers dug into her flesh, the arch of her neck as she cried out, the moment of connection where their bodies met. I smudged the lines with my fingertip to create softness around the edges, making the pleasure look almost blurry, like memory or orgasm itself. My free hand slipped between my legs without thinking. I was soaked. I circled my clit slowly while I continued sketching, adding tiny details: the diamond lock necklace resting between her breasts, the faint bruises on her hips shaped like his fingerprints.

You came to my room half naked. I laughed and replied. Chris: Sorry Candy but you didn't gave me a chance to do that, by the way you like what you see? Cassie: God you're so shameless. She was blushing. It was cute. Whenever she blushed her nose turns rosy pink along with her cheeks and I find it very attractive and stunning. I grabbed her wrists and she opened her eyes. She blushed even more. I could hear her heart was drumming in her chest louder than ever. She looked in my eyes, breathing heavily. I pinned her on the bed and held her hands above her head.