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.

I discarded my slacks and stood straight, blushing when their gazes racked through my body. I could tell I needed serious help. For someone like me to blush every time they looked at me showed just how much help I needed. I didn't even blush when I asked them to fuck me! “Remove those too, Bunny,” Blue's voice washed over me, eliciting shivers as goosebumps erupted on my arms. Nodding at his orders. I unclasped my bra and let it fall, releasing my breasts from its confines.

She blushed furiously half of the time, her fair skin turning a shade of pink that could only be compared to the spring tulips near the Lycan King’s palace. The other half of the time, she had her slender jaw set in a hard line, her lips pressed together—that one could be two emotions, stress or focus. If it was stress, her brows would come up in the center, two lines of worry forming between them. If it was focus, they would draw downward, her eyes narrowing at whatever she was working on. Lately, it wasn’t so much the latter as it was the former. Even when she was hunched over her work, the worry lines were there, her lips moving occasionally, tiny whispers coming out like she was having i

Then it pulsed. Thin lines branching outward from a central point beneath her flesh. Veins of shadow spreads slowly, faintly glowing red beneath her skin. That had not been there before. I stepped closer. “What is that?” I demanded. The doctor barely glanced at it. “Subdermal hemorrhaging. Possibly a vascular reaction to trauma.” “It was not there,” I said sharply. He leaned closer this time, frowning. One of the nurses angled a brighter light toward her arm. The dark marking reacted, It shifted. Spreading slightly higher.

He’s too close… “Are you okay, Mommy?” I looked at Stephie after she finished taking pictures of us. “Huh? Of course I am. Why?” “You’re getting red.” “Ohhh, Mommy’s blushing!” Stephie giggled as I cupped both of my cheeks. "Blushing, huh?" “I-it’s just hot, okay? What blush are you talking about? I’m going to change,” I said quickly and hurried into the changing room. I bit my lip as I stared at my reflection. Why the hell am I blushing?

I strip off my coat and begin to undress, pausing when I catch my reflection in the mirror. I freeze. The faded marks marring my skin weren’t there before. Slowly, I move closer, my breath catching as I examine them. Long, red-purple lines trace my hips and thighs, almost like bruises left by fingers. Angry red splotches dot my neck and chest. My heart pounds, my pulse so loud it drowns out every other sound.

The most noticeable damage, however, was a long gash across the front of my blouse, revealing my pale, pink bra. “Oh god!” blushed as a wave of embarrassment burned its way across my chest in a bright red flush. At least half of the medical department just saw the color of my underwear. Wrapping his jacket more firmly around me, I rushed into the building, my head down as I scurried to Dr. Winchester’s lab hoping to avoid further embarrassment.

I know now I am full red. "I was missing this also. When you blush your cheeks get red," She said and put kisses on my cheeks. I look down with shyness. "These beautiful eyes are like the ocean when you get shy," Aayu said and put kisses in my eyes. "These eyebrows when you blush." Then she puts kisses on my eyebrows. "Your forehead when you raise your eyebrows." And puts her lips on my forehead. "Your chin when you put down your head with a blushing face." Then she ups my face by holding my chin and kissing me there.

I reply and press the palms of my hands to my cheeks. The rest of the ride Gage teases me a little and I try to act all confident, when I'm really trying not to blush. I just don't get why I blush so easily. I hate looking like a strawberry just because someone teased me. Stupid face. In the middle of the ride Gage moves his hand to rest above my knee, right about where my skirt ends. Guess what? I blushed even more.

I inhaled his scent and he chuckled. Cassie: What? Chris: You seemed to like it a lot. Cassie: Like what? Chris: My scent.... My cheeks turned pink and I buried my face in his chest. Chris: You know what. I like that very much. Cassie: What? Chris: Your blushing, embarrassed face. He trailer his index finger from my collar bone up to my jawline. Chris: The rosy pink color starts from here, from your shoulders, then through your neck it reaches to your cheeks, then end up here on the tip of your nose.