Lipstick Bite Novels & Stories

she asked, fingers grazing the hem of the black dress laid on the chair. Her throat was too dry to answer. Another woman moved to the bed, dragging a finger along the sheets. She lifted it. Examined the slick coating her nail. “Still warm,” she smirked. The third, the quiet one, stepped closer and tilted her head. “Where did he bite you?” Her mouth opened. But nothing came out. Lipstick Girl leaned in and brushed her hair back. Her fingers found the mark on her neck. Pressed it. The girl gasped.

I want something to hurt that is not the ache between my legs or the bruise forming on my neck where his teeth sank in. What did I do? The question circles my brain like a trapped bird, beating its wings against the inside of my skull. What did I do? What did I let him do? I press my fingers to the bite. It throbs. It burns. It feels nothing like the cheap blockers I scrub into my glands every morning. It feels permanent. It feels like a brand. Someone has marked me—claimed me—and I do not even know his name.

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.

Suddenly, he clenched his teeth tightly, biting down so hard that his lower lip was almost bleeding. Vivienne was taken aback and quickly reached out to touch Asher's lips. "Don't bite! You'll bleed! Please relax." His eyes flickered but, following her words, he loosened his lips slightly. Vivienne cupped his jaw with one hand and traced his lower lip with the other, examining it carefully. Fortunately, although he had bitten hard, there were only deep tooth marks on his lip, and his skin hadn't been broken. Vivienne felt somewhat relieved.

There, on her neck and across her collarbone, were unmistakable marks and bites. Flushing with embarrassment, Bella turned back to Lily. "Oh my goodness! How did I... When did... I mean, I didn't even realize it!" Lily laughed heartily, her teasing nature in full force. "Well, it seems you had quite a passionate night, my friend! Those aren't vampire bites, they're love bites. Someone must've really enjoyed their time with you." Bella blushed even deeper and groaned, "I can't believe this. I didn't even notice."

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.

Instead of fighting over, I just let him be and responded to every movement of his lips. I don’t know how many minutes our lips are grabbing in each other. I was running out of air but he seemed to have no intention of stopping. Until I bit his lower lip causing him to immediately release me. "Fuck! Did you just bite me?" he groaned. I just laughed because I saw that his lip was bleeding. Is my bite that strong? Perhaps it’s because I nibbled it too much. I really love the softness of his lips. "I’m sorry. I didn't mean to do that but I need to breathe," I blurted out while giggling.

Brown lipstick? Victor hates a color brown shade of lipstick on a girl's lips. The hatred started when he saw his mom crying while holding a polo shirt with a brown lip mark on its collar. From then on, his mother fell into depression until she died. Seeing someone wearing brown lipstick awakens his desire to confront his father and kill the girl behind it. He dislikes anyone who wears brown lipstick, but why does he was delighted looking at this girl? He continuously observed what the girl is doing, how she eat while reading the newspaper, and how her eyebrows goes up and down when reacting.