Lipstick Readings Novels & Stories

“That man is very talkative. He doesn't even mind to comment on my lipstick," Gabriella grumbled before applying red dye on her lips. After a moment, her eyes flickered flat. "Is it too thick?" the woman muttered as she took a closer look in the mirror. A second later, the woman pulled out a sheet of tissue and wiped off her lipstick. “No, this is too faded.” After a few minutes, Gabriella finally got the color right. A satisfied smile appeared on her face.

You'll be dripping for him. I bit my lip, shifting on the stool. Her words painted pictures I couldn't shake. Heat started to pool low in my belly. 'You're making it worse. Or probably better. I don't know.' I sighed helplessly. 'It's both, honey.' She grinned, lining my eyes with precision. 'Lipstick next. Tom would love it red, the slutty kinda red. It will make your mouth look like it's begging to suck him off.' I was tired of being surprised by what my best friend says. She applied my lipstick slowly, puckering her own lips in demonstration. 'There. Now, what will be the nicest outfit." Her expression showed how hard she was thinking. When it comes to grades in subjects like Physics , Ch

another spine chilling laughter left her lips and I could swear that something had died within me. “How co– How?” I didn't know the right questions to ask and a million of them were running through my mind. How on the moon goddess’s cursed earth could her lips have weakened me so much that my intestines were twisting like hell? “Stop stuttering like a fool and look at this,” she sounded awfully pleased as she pulled a lipstick from her pant pockets and popped the cover. How could that mean anything? It shouldn't. Right? But it did mean something, it had to from the way she was slowly bringing it toward my nose for me to get a whiff of it.

She blushed as she read the note. “So what if we sell these on A****n?” Clarissa asked suddenly. “I mean, some of these are going for a thousand dollars...” she peered at it. “Why would anyone buy a lipstick for a thousand dollars?” She shot a playful glare at her mother. Clarissa shrugged. “What? I’m just making a suggestion. Do you think he just called someone and asked them to send every shade of every expensive lipstick there was...” Scarlett thought about it. “That is definitely his style.”

He swallows hard, his throat working visibly. I reach into my bag, pull out my favourite red lipstick, and uncap it with purposeful slowness. His eyes track every movement. I lean closer, twist the tube up, and drag the colour across my bottom lip in one smooth stroke. Then the top. I press my lips together, smacking them once. “You can look," I murmur, capping the tube again, "but you can't touch." He bites his lower lip so hard, it turns red. Pain flashes across his face in its unadulterated form.

Alex's POV:: "Okay, pout your lips like this. Let me see the color on you. It is your best feature, so we want to highlight it." My roommate, Penny, is demonstrating with her lips which are mere inches from my face as she is applying makeup on me. She is currently dabbing a shade of lipstick on my lips that if my mother saw me right now, she would get a heart attack. It is blood red and sinful, and I love it.

How I wish Leila would forgive me. “It’s nothing,” I mutter with a small smile, then point at the second lipstick. “Let’s try this one.” Lia sighs but picks it up and carefully applies the shade to my lips. She leans back, eyes bright. “Wow. Gorgeous. That one was made for you.” I press my lips together, staring at the reflection. Yeah. It does suit me. “Lia,” I whisper, lowering my gaze. “Yes?” She leans closer, suddenly serious. “You don’t like it?”

I replied to him and turned to walk towards the dresser and mirror in the room where my makeup and body products were sitting on. As I reached it, I picked up a comb and ran it through my hair, making my dark hair look even more wavy. I picked up a mascara and did my eyelashes then a red tube lipstick to my lips. I rubbed my lips together and heard a sharp intake of breath come from Alpha Clause. So I placed the lipstick on the dresser and looked into the mirror. Alpha Clause's captivating dark gaze clashed with my brown one, and I saw the want mixed with love in his eyes.

"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."

His reflection was visible in the mirror, which was odd; the book had said their reflections wouldn’t show. What was going on? “You’re quite handy, you know. Tsk,” he said, stepping closer and leaning on the table. My eyes darted to him as he picked up a darker shade of lipstick that I didn’t usually use and held it out for me to take. “This color suits you better than that one on your lips,” he said, referring to the pink-red lipstick I had on. “And why is that?” I asked, breathing in and out softly. I met his eyes, and he had a wide, almost maniacal grin on his face. For a few seconds, we locked eyes, and I showed no fear. His face brightened, and he smiled so sweetly it almost sent chills