Lip Drawing Novels & Stories

“I wanted to introduce you to the whip next in your training, just to be prepared.” “No.” “Lila, you might not have a choice out there. What I do… it’s not like what you see in movies. I’m not trying to tear skin. I would never hurt you past the point of what feels incredible to you. I’d only arouse you, I swear.” My mind spins. “But whips draw blood.” “Only if they’re meant to. With the right technique and equipment, it just wakes up your skin, makes it tingle just like a heavy spanking. Physically, the blood rushes to the surface, stimulating the nerves and–”

Oh fuck I'm watching a BDSM show with two girls "Come sit," the pencil skirt says to Lilly. Lilly complies and takes a seat on the chair. Pencil skirt picks up a whip thing from the table the girls wheeled in. Pencil skirt takes the whip thing and drags it on Lilly's thigh then in between her legs and she caresses her nipples with it When I get home I need to g****e what the hell that whip thing is "Calm your breathing, Bella," Clyde says grabbing my thigh and I bite my lip muffling my moan

"Lily, it's a nice thought but-" Lily had reached the final page of the book and her face dropped. "No, there has to be something!" "Maybe it is just a fairytale-" "Wait." Lily had let the last page of the book fall and she frowned, staring at the back leather cover. "I need a knife," she murmured to herself and searched her pockets, pulling out a small blade. She then gently sliced along the edge of the back cover, creating an opening. "Fuck me," she whispered and pulled out what looked like an old piece of parchment.

"Come on, suck on them." Tears streaming down her face, Lily wrapped her lips around Daphne's nipples and began pulling on them, all while Daphne slapped and spat on her. Once her breasts were thoroughly painted with Lily's saliva, Daphne forced her to the ground and fully undressed. With Lily on her back, Daphne settled on top of her, sitting on her face. Openly crying, Lily began licking Daphne's pussy just like before, while struggling to find room to breathe.

"I have my own way." I turned to Cathy and asked for a lipstick. As I uncapped the vibrant red tube, the guests around us began to murmur in confusion. The lipstick glided smoothly over the fabric, outlining the petals of the rose with precision. I added depth with gentle shading, my artistry bringing the flower to life. The wine stain became the heart of the rose, a perfect circle at the center, giving the illusion of depth and dimension. It was as if the dress had always been adorned with this beautiful, crimson bloom.

She internally slapped herself a million times for saying such outloud. Dmitri’s smirk deepened. “You’d lose that bet.” Lily raised a skeptical brow. “Oh, please. You? Painting? The only thing I can picture you doing is glaring at a canvas until it gets scared and paints itself.” His laugh was low and surprisingly genuine. “I’ll have you know I once painted a mural. Turned out better than your dead bird, too.” “It’s not dead!” she shot back, her indignation making her cheeks flush even more.

I still had my head down he slid his index and middle finger under my chin and to lift my chin up and ran his thumb gently across my bottom lip. Carlo leaned back to look at me and like many times before he had a way of lighting parts of my body up in a way Brent could and that spelt trouble .Licking my lips to ease the tingling sensation on my lower lip, without any indication of action Carl smashed his lips into mine gently .

Zane growled. Zane grabbed the ropes. He was very fast. He tied Lily’s wrists and pulled them above her head. She was standing on her tiptoes, her body stretched long and thin. Then, he tied her ankles and pulled her legs wide. She was hanging in the air, open and helpless. "You look like a beautiful statue," Ethan said. He walked up to her. He didn't use a brush. He used a medical glove. He dipped his hand into a bowl of cold, blue paint. He began to rub the paint over Lily’s breasts. He squeezed her nipples until they stood up, covered in blue.

Lily takes a step closer to me and cups my chin. " You're a gorgeous, enchanting girl with otherworldly beauty, Apphia. So what if you have a scar and you are different from everyone? It makes you special and stand out, which is something everyone wants now. It's a trend," she smiles and pulls the chair. I return her smile slightly and sit in the chair, facing the mirror. However, my gaze is on my lap; I am not ready to look yet. Lily works on my hair expertly, blow-drying it and adding products to it. She hums as she does.

We walked away from Lupus’, but I was deep in thought. Sensing something was up, Liam looked at me curiously. “Why are you biting your lip?” He gently tugged my lower lip with the pad of his thumb, the golds of his eyes brightening. I have no idea what possessed me to do it, but I darted my tongue out to taste his thumb, then I puckered my lips and sucked on it, swirling my tongue over the rough skin seductively. Actually, I did know what possessed me to do it. I glared back at Circe, who tried to make herself look innocent.