Blushing Reaction Novels & Stories

I blushed and took the color from his hand and applied it on both his cheeks as I do Every year, but this year I was blushing furiously. " Oh god !! You are already red, but I love this colour on you. " He said and applied it on my cheeks and then on my neck just below my ear. His touch left sparks on my body. He bent a bit and kissed on the other side of my neck and I gasped. He just smiled, when he saw my reaction. " I just love the way your body react to my touches. You seem to be excited and scared at the same time. I get a thrill whenever you gasp, gulp, shiver or shudder because of my touch. I am going insane Maurvi. God please help me. "

i said hiding my face that was turning red "oh really? Because that blush creeping up on your face tells me something else" he said still smirking. What the hell is happening to me this guy has me blushing like a shy teen-ager I thought to myself. "Oh please don't flatter yourself am not blushing" I replied trying to sound unaffected by his voice that was sending shivers down my spine. "Is that so?" he asked taking a step closer to me "That's right" I said taking one step back.

he murmured as his eyes darted down to my lips then back to my eyes. I couldn't stop my giggle from breaking free at his corny answer. "It sounded corny?" He questioned with a shy smile and I nodded, noticing the faint redness in his ear lobes increasing the more he blushed. "It's cute when a man blushes honestly," I pointed out the fact that he was blushing which only made his face become rich in deep crimson red. "I'm not b-blushing," he faltered his nonsensical objection, moving his body a little away from mine with a visible hurt ego, my laughter rippled through the air—earning myself a side glare.

At her question, his eyes crinkled "If that's what you like I will be more than happy to do it" Her heart stuttered, and she flushed again. Talia lost count of times he coaxed that reaction out of her, and she wondered if it's possible to be permanently reddened from blushing. Twisting her head, her eyes fell on the portraits hanging on the wall just above the flowers.

“The shower of course, I need to clean up my wife after making her do some exercise” I was so shy and ended up hiding my face between his chest, “Come on Angel, you don't have to blush, it's just the two of us” I playfully hit his chest, “Ouch….that hurt” He faked, “It's exactly because of you that's why I'm blushing”

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?

I actually start to salivate from just looking at her, she looks better, and I’m sure she would taste better, than any dinner. “I’m done.” She says with a careful smile, then her stomach gives away a loud angry roar and her skin instantly takes on a reddish pink color. It’s spreading slowly from her chest, up her neck and then covers her whole face. The color changing is fascinating. The Galdrians with lighter skin color also show when they blush, but on her it is even more prominent. She puts her arms around her middle. “And starving.” She adds with a now embarrassed smile, looking at anything other than me.

I encircle my hands behind his neck and enjoy the feeling of being carried. "You look beautiful" he compliments tucking my hair away from my face and I hold him tightly worrying I could slip and fall. "Thanks," I mutter timidly my cheeks flushing. Did I just blush? Fuck I just blushed. Carl chuckles making me feel more embarrassed. What's wrong with me, people think am this bad bitch yet am here flushing because of a mere compliment? I need to pull myself together.

Her friend had a soft, warm glow, with a faint, uncharacteristic flush on her cheeks that hadn't been there this morning. "Mia?" she asked, her voice small and curious. "Yeah?" "Something happened today," Lauren said, a tiny spark of life breaking through her grief. "You have this... look. You’re smiling. Or you were, before you saw me. And you’re definitely blushing. You never blush." Mia immediately sat up straighter, smoothing her blazer and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I am not blushing. It’s the New York wind. It’s freezing out there, and I had to carry three bags of groceries."

Nevertheless, his gaze was still fixated on the road as he spoke. "Thank you. And you look ravishing." she replied, looking at him. Niel didn't know how but all of a sudden felt something rush through his body up to his cheeks, as they began to burn like lava. Was he blushing? No, men don't blush. Maybe he is just feeling shy. But what's the difference?. He smiled as he realised he had just been defeated. He was blushing because of her comment, and is shy because of her presence. Is this how love is? So situated and coherent? So relish and trim?