Heartbeat Lipstick Novels & Stories

he admitted quietly. And I turned away before he could catch my tears. “I’ll take this.” I handed the box of lipstick over to the store staff, who gave a friendly nod. “A great choice, Luna. Your son’s right—it does complement your complexion.” I pushed Hunter’s voice away and smiled in return for the praise. “Card.” I pulled out my Realm Express on my phone. “Would you like a lip moisturiser to go with your purchase?” I glanced at the tiny tub that cost almost as much as the lipstick and shook my head.

The color of this lipstick is very light, a thin layer, moisturizing and bringing a good complexion. He pressed it against her lips again, as if to taste the remaining taste, and then opened his lips to entangle with her, and the taste of orange was brought to her, sweet and sticky, which was very touching. She chased him, sucking and biting, greedily absorbing the sweetness. The taste of orange faded, and only her unique softness remained in her senses. He began to demand it, forcing her to retreat step by step, and he held her head with one hand to face him, and let her go only when she knew that her breath was unstable.

Her lips had been painted in it. Blood red.

"My lady, prostitutes usually use this lip colour stick to get rich and respectable male clients who are not interested in them at the first place. If you kiss a man with this lip colour on your lips, he will lose consciousness in a few seconds, but he will become very sensitive to touch. You can make love with them without them having the ability to rebel or move at the slightest." "But do they still enjoy it?" "Of course they do. It's just that with some types of men who are used to heavy physical activity, like blacksmiths, soldiers, it takes more effort to warm them up." "But this lip colour can still turn them on, right?" "I guarantee it's 100 times more arousing than any aphrodisiac."

When I wore it, Brian was momentarily stunned. I suddenly asked. "Isn't it pretty? Let me go get another one…." Brian blinked once as if he were sober; he smiled. "Very nice, suits you." After saying that, he took the lipstick from the drawer and gave it to me. "This is for you." The lipstick is made of hard alloy in hand, creating a comfortable feeling of coolness; on the top of the case is engraved a letter K, and it is also decorated with a few small diamonds. I knew it was a valuable gift as soon as I saw it.

"I'm not going to hurt you. But I think you are a woman who really needs a little release." "Dante" He smiled. "I like the way that sounds on your lips." Emma blushed. He came back to the table and gently pressed her shoulders back down onto the table. He bit open the package of lubricant and dabbed a little onto his pinky, smearing it against her bottom lip. "Cherry," he said. "One of my favorites."

“Sasha” I look up at him, responding vaguely with his gaze, and he places his hand on my cheek, running his thumb next to my mouth. “You have lipstick on the corner.” I'm about to do the irreparable, but it excites me. Dangerously. "Really ?" I respond by putting down my hand on his wrist. "Yeah. You’re really not paying attention.” His thumb comes back down against my lip lower, and I feel now, distinctly each thump of my heart against my chest.

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

Upon lifting my eyes to him, his lips just made its way to my lips. This is not the first time Parker made me feel this secured. This is not the first time his lips landed to mine and it gave me the same feeling I felt that day our lips met each other. The butterfly in my stomach, the abnormal throbbing of my heart and the sudden sweat my skin have been releasing. I think I finally found the answer. There's no reason to hide it anymore. This guy, named Parker Wingston is the same guy my heart is beating for. When our lips parted, both of our eyes were locked to each other. Parker smiled which caused me to make a soft chuckle.

“Ha?” “This one,” she beamed, picking up a lipstick that’s blood red. “This lasts forty-eight hours. Trust me, I’ve used it for everything, especially in this kind of situation.” “This kind of situation? What do you mean by that?” Instead of explaining, she put red lipstick on my lips. “Perfect!” Chloe said excitedly. As Chloe finished applying lipstick to my lips, Madame Beatrice and Esther entered the room at the perfect moment. Esther held thin fabrics of red, black, and purple, looped around her wrist.