Ms Pinky Novels & Stories

Oscar's POV Pink's moans were like music to my ears. She was so sensitive and responsive to my touch that it took a lot of restraint not to pin her down and fuck the senses out of her. She was supposed to be beyond my reach. Someone I shouldn't want this way.

This lady obviously hates pink really. “I’m Pinky! Ms. Janeah, I'm your number one fan ma’am. I followed all of your social media and bought every magazine you made.” She exclaimed which made my heart flutter. “Nice to meet you Pinky. It seems like you really hate pink.” I said to her while smiling which made all of the people here laugh. Her cheeks blushed and she laughed. We are now eating merrily. According to Pinky, they are shy with me because I’m a famous model. I’m just a mere human being like them so what’s with the fuss?

"Mike, you mentioned that you reserved a car for me. There's only one, right?" "Yeah! It's here? Doesn't it look great? Hayden said you like pink, but I think pink is too childish-looking, so we went for a silvery-pink color. It looks more silver in the distance and turns pinkish when you get closer. It's both elegant and cute; both mysterious and cheeky..." "I'm getting goosebumps now."

Phoebe sauntered over swinging her hips. Her long tan legs carried her gracefully, leaving me wondering why she didn't pursue modelling seeing she was a stunning five feet ten inches tall. Phoebe's thick brown curls rested on her shoulders effortlessly and every strand of hair stayed perfectly in place. She pursed her glittery pink lips and toyed mindlessly with the numerous rings she wore on her fingers. The girl also had a thing for body piercings as well as she sported multiple ear piercings and a small heart tattooed on the inside of her arm.

’ I greeted making myself comfortable on her desk. ‘hi babes.’ She replied, dropping her nails. ‘You visited the nail salon.’ My eyes went to her newly polished nails painted in pink and white. It looked cute. Jasmine style. ‘I don't like the nails. I wanted a darker shade of pink.’ She murmured, still eyeing her finger nails. ‘but this looks dark enough to me though.’ dark?! This looks like pastel pink.’ She shrieked. ‘oh really?’ I am not a color freak like Jasmine. She loves the color pink.

Unfortunately, there was nothing much in the room it was just an ordinary room with everything in soft pink theme it’s kind of unique colour to choose for an early age man. ' WAIT! hold on for second, does Mr. Walker was addicted to pink colour? ' I’m making an assumption. My eyes are wide open. Maybe this is the secret. I bit my lip trying not to look obvious happy and also tried to cover up my evil laugh. I had to know if I was the only person in this room.

"The two colors are similar and not very noticeable from afar, which is why I wanted a closer look." "Judging by Ms. Johnson's attire, she likely has a social engagement tonight. Her outfit is mainly light-colored. The color on her ring finger is more nude, which would look ordinary under restaurant lighting. However, the middle finger has a slight pink tint. When she holds a wine glass, it will give off a soft pink glow, making her complexion appear radiant." "So, I think the nail polish color on the middle finger is more suitable for today's outfit." As soon as she finished speaking, Ms. Johnson stared at Renee with a smile, her eyes reflecting a hint of admiration.

Why will pink do this to me Upon all the love I have shown her she still slept with others Even with my rude behavior I still choose her Why pink ,why me " I yelled breaking the alcohol bottle it shutter everywhere I took a sip of some drinking it ruffly. A girl walked pass me and she just look like my pink I knew it,I knew you will come back to me I said, I came down from the car walking towards her and grab her Let go of me, the girl yelled fearfully I held her tight now ready to let go The girl yelled Pls let me go,help me She yelled You are just acting up pink but I love you pls

She shrugged with an eye roll walking out of the room. They both walked through the hallway, taking some corners and arriving at a room. Missy pushed on the knob, the door creaking open to reveal a room with bright decorations of pink. Didn’t take a second for Jace to realize the favorite color of the girl with her is pink. From her the painting to her closet to her vanity, everything in the room is pink in color. Missy went straight to her bed, opening the drawer of the small pink table stand beside her. She retrieved the necklace she seemed to be looking for.

Her friends shouted at her. Pinky was breathing so heavily that the rise and fall of her chest could be seen so easily. She turned to look at them, her eyes becoming red." He...he... kissed her! The pig!!" Pinky said in a strangled voice as she continued to move around her hands on her head. "He didn't kiss her. He was only trying to help her get some air. She could have died..." "I didn't bloody care! I don't bloody care, Meg! The worst part of it is giving her the first kiss I deserve. Morris kissed a girl in front of me!" Pinky shouted,her fists clenched.