Characters With Red Lipstick 소설 & 이야기

His chin had already begun to atrophy, as the weight of his thoughts pulled his face down with gravity. He must have been a handsome man at some point because I was willing to bet that his wife was also a lovely woman. Her salt-and-pepper hair showed that it was once blonde. If she had blue eyes, that was hard to ascertain given her complexion. Her nose was equally hooked, and her lips were thin and also adorned with red lipstick. I was beginning to wonder if there was a special rule that women should only wear red lipstick. Or perhaps it was her choice; either way, I figured it was here to stay.

I was still worried about how to dodge their teasing again tonight’ She trailed the lipstick mark on the mirror, slowly immersing herself in the admiration of the rose pink colored lipstick. That mark must have been left by Vanessa. She’s one hell of a baddie who’s damn so obsessed with the lipstick color, rose pink. She claimed it’s the color of hot babes, and that a girl is not hot enough if she doesn’t have any piece of the famous shade in her collection. Then… there’s Ariadne who has only one shade of lipstick. And that singular shade she owns is thanks to Katniss coaxing her into buying it on the noon of Katniss’s birthday.

It was perfect. The final element of my makeup was my lipstick. Normally, I loathed dark lipstick. But tonight was different. Tonight, I wanted to charm my brother so thoroughly that he wouldn't know what hit him. I found a deep purplish-maroon stick. It was a Mac lipstick. They had some decent products. Carefully painting the middle of my lips with it, I pursed them together and rolled them around until they were coated right to the edges. Then, I used black lip liner to draw the thinnest outline I could.

“I’ll unlock the cuffs in ten minutes.” “Yes, sir.” He smirked. “And next time…” She turned her head, eyes glassy. “Yes?” “Wear red lipstick.”

Blush on her cheeks, a rosy pink to mimic the flush he'd put there soon enough. Finally, the lips. She outlined them with a red pencil, precise strokes defining the full pout, then filled in with the pepper red lipstick—a bold, fiery shade that screamed 'fuck me.' She pressed her lips together, blotting with tissue, then layered another coat for shine. The color popped against her skin, making her mouth look swollen and ready for his cock. She admired the result: eyes smoldering, lips begging to be ruined. He'll want to smear this lipstick all over his shaft.

Seven years later My fingers ghost over the tubes and I settle on the darkest one. Picking it up, I swipe it over my lips then smack them together to spread the color evenly. Whoever invented red lipstick deserves all the money in this world. It's my favorite. Always has been but when someone said it made me look like my lips were stained with blood, I loved it even more. Throwing it back on the counter of the vanity table, I run my hands over my body. The black figure-hugging dress I'm wearing highlights my curves. It ends right under my ass and paired with the red stilettos makes my legs look longer.

On her feet she wore a high heel, Red with gold straps, Roman gladiator evening Stilettos. I couldn’t see much of her face, but her eyes stood out through the mask, the colour of her eyes against the gold in the mask made her orbs seem even more striking, added with the smoky eye effect. Her makeup was done lightly, the only part that stood out from her face was her lips, they were naturally plump and the wine-red lipstick she chose to wear made her lips seem even more inviting. I’m sure every man in the room would kill to have her in their arms and every woman here tonight would kill to be her.

SCARLETT I looked in the mirror, applying my trademark red lipstick. Years had passed but some things never changed, like my love for the colour red. I was wearing a sequined black dress that reached the ground, the sequins bleeding into a deep red from the knee downwards. There was also a thigh-high slit on the left.