Limestone Skin Tone Novels & Stories

But, thanks to Karen, I'll organize your room in exchange for borrowing some of your belongings. I returned to my room. I only have an hour to prepare. I iron the straggly long sleeve. Took a shower after and then I got dressed. The only things I have are a face powder and lipstick with a not too bright red color, a light pink color is enough instead of pale lips. Then there is a moisturizer lotion, which I don't need bleaching type cream because I can't afford it and I don't need an extra effort to whiten my skin. My skin is naturally white. Some claim that my biological mother has albino skin, which I inherited.

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

I hissed and looked around us in case anyone heard it. Trei simply laughed and didn’t seem offended. “It’s fine. We’re all used to it that it doesn’t bother us anymore.” He says, then he looked at Byron. “Unfortunately, this is the skin that I am born with. The blue skin that you saw before only appears when I am underwater.” “How is that possible?” I asked.

He loved it. Ethan has seen many types of beauties, tall ones, short ones, blondies, brunettes, hot, skinny, stunning and many more but Jasmine was different. She's simple, elegant and timid, with long black hair, emerald shiny eyes, pointed nose, snow white skin which has natural blush and that full thick pink lips and that freckles, God they were a cherry on top. She has a different type of beauty, a beauty he had never seen, a rare combination of features. A piece of Art.

Damn, I need to close those windows. I step onto the cold tiled floor, stretching my 6’4 frame as the city lights cast faint shadows over my broad chest and sculpted torso. My skin, deep and rich like polished onyx, absorbs the dim glow, emphasizing the sharp lines of my muscles. I roll my shoulders, my light beard neatly framing my strong jaw, lips full but unreadable.

I wanted my problems to be as simple as someone who couldn’t tell the difference between beige and greige. On the right side of my desk, fabric samples for the Nice project were arranged neatly. Linen, bouclé, thin velvet the color of sand. Beside them sat a small piece of travertine, cold and pale, cut into a square. I touched the corner with the tip of my finger. Stone. I understood stone.

The mountain appeared in the distance, rising white and beautiful against the horizon, like solid cotton peaks. it was so dream like. The sight made even my chest loosen for the first time in days. “Look!” Pelin squealed, leaning forward, pointing out the window. “It looks like snow!” “It’s not snow, silly,” Manolya said, though even she couldn’t keep the wonder out of her voice. “It’s limestone… or something like that. I read about it.” “Travertine,” I corrected gently, glancing at them in the mirror. “Mineral deposits from hot springs. Thousands of years of water building those terraces. A natural wonder.”

Her features would have easily misled anyone who hadn’t been watching her moves in the past few days. Mantis has milky white and porcelain-like skin. The kind of female body every sexually healthy man would drool at the sight of especially when she’s naked. The curves and voluptuous bumps front and behind were inviting a male’s hands to grope on them, light or hard, spank and squeeze them to their hearts’ contents. Even her face, especially her thick and full lips that seemed to smirk most of the time. It provokes men to shove their rock-hard cocks in her mouth, whether she is willing or not.

I call out softly as I stand in front of my mirror, my reflection staring back at me. I may not have the body of a model, but I think I'm beautiful. I'm not that tall, I have average curves and hips. My tits aren't big and they're not small. Average. But Regina Foxx has the hips, the big titties, the red hair and even the Kim Kardashian booty. She has everything and more. Her pale skin is like porcelain while mine is olive. Almost brown and nearly golden. I got my skin tone from my mom. She's the most beautiful woman I know, with her beautiful golden brown skin and smile. I don't even think she smiles often since daddy passed away.

Then I looked over to my face in the mirror and sighed. What should I do with you? I asked myself. I've tanned skin, almost the colour of chocolate. Though I've a flawless smooth skin I.hate.it! This was the only thing I hated the most in my whole pathetic life; my skin color. The thing that singles me out from my sisters. They've porcelain skin; natural beauties, they say. My father's genes caused this misfortune to fall upon me, discriminating me from my sisters. Being the eldest child that's what I got first and my sisters inherited my mother's natural beauty; very impressive. YES, no doubt I'm jealous and I won't deny it (maybe in front of my family?). So I'm bestowed to live with this s