Lipstick Bite Novels & Stories

He stared back at me and I don’t know if I was imagining it but his lips seemed to curl faintly as if he was secretly snickering at me. I couldn’t think of a reason why he would do that so I turned back to Danielle, forcing a smile, “Nothing’s wrong with them.” “But there is,” Danielle refused to take my answer for it. “Your lips are red,” she added. I touched a hand to my lips and smiled again, “I think I bit myself while sleeping.” Danielle let out a gasp that I thought sounded too dramatic and then her voice softened, “Did it hurt?” I thought about it for a second then shook my head, “Not really.”

She teased. "C'mon...we weren't that dramatic." My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Girl,you were choking and crying in the city of love." Julie rolled her eyes at me. "City of lights" I corrected. "Whatever." "Whatever " I mimicked her and she stuck her tongue out at me playfully. "I'm just glad you're getting your smile back." She said, stretching her hands to touch my arm before yanking a chili chicken from my hand. I snicker "Hey!"

Leon wasn’t sure if it was the sting of pain or something else, but his breath hitched in a deep, heavy pause. Angela’s mind went blank for a second; she quickly released her bite, pulled back, and pretended to chew the grape as if nothing happened. She swallowed too fast and choked twice. Leon lowered his gaze to his two fingertips, now stained with Angela’s lipstick, and considered it the luckiest moment of their lives. He wasn’t washing his hands tonight.

I asked, then crossed both of my arms in front of my chest. She rumbled inside her sling bag and brought out a velvet matte lipstick. “Wear this on. This has a scent that would draw his attention to you after a single kiss. It’s like you’re indirectly intoxicating him.” She giggled as she rubbed the edge of the lipstick on my lips. “Are you telling me that I have to give him a taste of his own medicine? That I’ll end up hypnotizing him just like he did to you before?”

Speechless and puzzled , l reached out and bite my bottom lip with my eyes on him. We we're silent for a moment with our eyes locked up . I knew it that l was going to blow blood if l keep on biting my lip down this hard . I could feel it wobble . However before I could stop doing it, Adrian's hand all of the sudden came down to my neck and his index finger slowly pulled my bottom lip out of my mouth .

Or maybe it was simply because I was no longer thinking straight, with this man who was staring into my pupils, making me crave something I'd hidden away for so long. "You've got the softest lips," he muttered, more to himself than to me. I blushed, looking away, and without thinking, lightly bit my bottom lip with my teeth. He made a low sound as his grip on my jaw became tighter, forcing me to look up at him. "Don't...do that." "Do what?" I asked, looking quizzically at him. "Bite your lip. Ugh, like that." I'd done it again without knowing. Although he complained, he seemed distracted by it. How could such a small gesture as biting my lip be causing so much discomfort to him, if that was

It was something else now, something tangled and impossible to name. His cheek still burned from her slap. His lips still throbbed from her kisses and bites. Liam reached for the rearview mirror, wanting only to make sure he did not look ridiculous. Instead, his eyes widened in horror. God. She was right. A bright red lipstick stain remained smeared across his mouth, stark against his tanned masculine skin. “What the hell...” Liam muttered under his breath, quickly rubbing at it with the back of his hand. The stain only spread wider.

I picked up a black lipstick case from the table and opened it to reveal a small blade. I smiled and put it in my bag along with a pink lipstick case that when opened revealed a spray filled with sulfur dioxide, a very harmful gas. If it so much as lands on your skin, it causes burning, itching, and permanent scarring. I put it in but I hoped I didn't have to use it.

A fat red stick with a sharp tip was revealed. I know this, I see this every time, it is, “A lipstick?” However, Victor shook his head, he said, “It is not just a lipstick. It is a weapon.” He twisted the lipstick up and pressed the tip on my lips, he traced the line of my lips as he applied it on me. I looked in the mirror. Once again, I was astonished. Just looking at my red lips made me feel hot enough, I licked my lower lips and bit it with my teeth. I’m telling you, I can be so turned on if a girl does that to me.