Blushing Drawing Novels & Stories

But, I wanted to see her blushing. " Oh my god !! Stop saying such things. " She turned crimson and pushed me on my chest. " What?? I will not draw circles... You seem to hate them. I will draw hearts.. as you know I have a special connection with hearts. " " Will you please shut up? I don't want you to draw anything with... Anything. " " This is not fair yaar, you are being unreasonable now. You are trying to stop me from enhancing my talents as an artist. "

“What is in all those papers? The ones you shut away in your drawer or push under the mattress in your room?” Shit. She means the godawful drawings I’ve created. “Are you blushing? Not my big, no-nonsense Alpha?” she smirks, setting down her charcoal and standing up from the easel. Walking towards me she quickly sits down, her legs straddling my thighs, her filthy black hands smudging my face as she strokes my cheeks. “You’re definitely blushing!” “I’ll show you later,” I growl, tugging her ass to sit her as close to me as possible, our foreheads touching. “Now what about you, shifty little vixen?”

I picked up the contours of my drawing and shaded away and for the first time in a long while I was happy I had taken the alcohol as it helped me concentrate better. After a long time of drawing, blending and shading…I announced to him that he could move away as I was only left with blending the last bit. He walked closer to where I was after putting on his robe and crouched himself down behind my shoulders to see what I had been drawing. I could feel the air from my nostrils as they fell upon my neck like a warm passionate tamed fire. "I am done ." I barely muttered as I fidgeted and fumbled with my words.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

"Yours is so warm, satisfying me to the fullest. It leaves red marks on your body like cherry blossoms; so beautiful. You make me sweat profusely, making my entire body tingle..." He intentionally read each word of her explicit approval slowly, each word becoming increasingly blurry. Lalisa didn't think there was anything wrong with her drawings. It was just a few details to match the character's personality. She wouldn't draw anything explicit, but now, as he read them aloud, she felt an indescribable embarrassment. It's as if she is a seductress.

She blushed so hard that it took all my strength to not grab her face and force my lips on hers right there. “Please add your name to it,” I spoke, pushing the notebook in front of her. She looked around nervously, everyone in the group, her friends included, were staring at us with curious expressions. She quickly signed the drawing with her initials, V.A.N. I took the notebook back, tore the last two pages with my drawings in them, and pocketed them. “Please continue to take notes, it will help a lot!”

She lay on the bed, kicking her legs in the air as she coloured her drawing. It didn't come out as planned, but it did look similar to what she pictured in her head. Her short hair was messed up and unnecessarily filled with pins. She hummed, tapping her chin thoughtfully with her head tilted to the side to observe her work. It was still missing something. Sunshine. She picked her yellow coloured pencil and drew a big bright sun.

I answer him as I shove my makeup bag in my small duffle bag. “So, what did you want to give me?” he asks, and I blush for no apparent reason. He makes me blush a lot. “It’s nothing special really… I just know how much you love Thor, so I thought maybe you’d prefer something related to him. I’m not really the best at drawing, so you may notice a few mistakes here and there…” I’m rambling and I’m suddenly so nervous.

Just thinking of his face made Lihus blush. While lost in her own daydreaming, she didn't realize and felt that someone was staring at her in the hallway. His pair of green eyes full of admiration as he was watching the girl's red face, "Is she blushing?" he thought to himself. Just thinking of the fact that someone is making her blush made his blood boil, he is the only one who has the right to make her blush.

His face is emotionless, and you can't guess his thoughts. I quickly removed my eyes away from him when he glanced at me and resumed my drawing. I glanced at James, and he smiled when he caught me glancing at him. I blushed and quickly removed my eyes away from him. I thought I would struggle painting in James's presence, but I was wrong. I draw smoothly, and the only thing that gives me a creep is the burning eyes of James's Assistant. I caught him looking at me many times when he thought I wasn't looking but moved his eyes away when I looked at him, and I wondered why he kept looking at me.