Blushing Lines Novels & Stories

I make my way slowly over to the closet and into the back, where the full-length mirror is. Once I am standing in front of the mirror, I turn so my back is facing it and close my eyes. I lift my shakey hand and pull on the towel, making it fall to the floor. I then slowly open my eyes and let out a little gasp as well as a small sob. I have rough, raw red and purple lines crisscrossing all over my back and down the backs of my thighs. I then close my eyes again and turn so I am now facing the mirror. I open my eyes and I can't stop the tears as I see more rough, red, and purple cut lines crisscrossing across my abdomen, breasts, and my thighs.

It's an excuse. "What's hot? Is your air conditioner on, it's still cold inside, how can it be hot? You're just excited, so you're blushing? Am I right?" I asked him and poked his waist. "N-no, honey! Don't be naughty, I'm driving, we might crash," he said to me. I burst out laughing when his blush still didn't really go away. "Gosh, you're just blushing, it means you're excited. Kiss that cheek, honey. How about the lips? You might not be able to breathe because you're so excited," I teased him.

As Blaze's provocative words swirls in the air, an alluring flush began to spread, as if her skin had been brushed by the most tender hues of chagrin, a rosy bloom that unfurled with a quiet, almost shy radiance, warming her complexion. Shameless man, she thought, her gaze shifting to him. Did he intend to behave as though no one was overhearing their conversation?

I know I'm blushing. "Gosh! Get a grip!"

Everyone stopped their chatter and stared at Celeste in amazement. Being stared at by so many people like monsters, Celeste blushed because she pursed her lips shyly. Dean's gaze darkened. This side of Celeste made him weak. A slight puff of pink blush covered her pale face as her long eyelashes fluttered along with her peach-like eyes. Right under her sharp nose were healthy, light lips that spoke every word like a melody. Her long and slender fingers subconsciously rubbed against the edge of the teacup resting in her hand, and one could easily see the blue veins beneath her pale skin.

She sees the steps going down to the dungeon at a bit of distance. The guard lets her hand free and marches down the steps. She moves her freed hand to her eye level and looks at the rashes. Freshly engraved red lines are very vivid, contrasting her milky white skin. She blows a bit of air on rashes but doesn't seem to help much. She lets her hand slide to the sides.

I whisper, not knowing why I explain it to her. Her eyes shiver at me with a lovely smile curving across her face. It makes me smile too. She looks away nervously, this time not in anger. But I can see her cheeks turning red as she purses her lips to hide the blush. If I have ever known a woman at least a percent, I can clearly say she's blushing and she looks even more beautiful while blushing like this. What's happening to me suddenly? Why am I literally feeling this way for Emily?

"She is having her menstruation. Based on the blood I saw, it was less concentrated and has fewer blood cells than ordinary blood." Blanche looked at the computer and other monitor that surrounded them. Hent's reoiced with her input. She was correct, but not entirely. As Blanche stooped down for her and held Forest's chin, she knew by the flushed face and shy eyes that Forest showed that it was her first. Her expression was like that when Noir saw her. And it was embarassing and funny at the same time. "Come with me, Forest. Let's go to the bathroom." Blanche helped her, Crimson stayed silent behind them and it was the best thing she did because Forest would get embarassed wiith whatever she

I almost bit my lip when I saw it: the web page was black and empty, but the source code said something else. The page is not really blank. Somewhere on the page, there is a full stop. A normal full stop, like you, would find at the end of a sentence. It is black against the black background, but more than that. This is a hyperlink - a link to a subsequent web page. An Easter Egg.

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. "