Oranges Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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.

"I didn't think you'd want to leave so soon." "No," she shakes her head and leans in closer to me. "I'm just asking to see if there's time to go out and explore around this place. Henry mentioned something about orchards where they grow really tall orange trees and a beautiful landscape nearby. And if he offers to take me, I won't hesitate to accept," she smiles at the end.

Oriel guaranteed. Then she frowned at Eranthe. "Speaking of which, baby, you're acting weird." Eranthe was suddenly called out, wondering, "What's wrong with me?" "The scent you're giving off, how can I describe it?" Oriel propped her chin with one hand, squinted at Eranthe, and then snapped her fingers. "You seem to have been thoroughly moisturized by a man, completely satisfied and not hungry at all." Acacia also stared at Eranthe up and down.

But after living once more, Roxanne realized something. The simplicity she had clung to before had never given her anything. It had not even made her loved. Enough. She would not repeat the same mistake. Orla smiled faintly, appearing more excited than usual. “Your Highness, I will make you look as beautiful as possible.” Roxanne glanced at her briefly. “I am already beautiful,” she said calmly. “If you dress me, I will only become more beautiful.” Orla let out a soft laugh, her smile widening.

and safe. "Thanks girls" she smiled at all of them, looking at how gorgeous they all looked in their dresses. Orchid had on a lemon green dress that complimented her eyes and left no room for imperfections. Astrid had on an orange flower printed dress while Anaise settled for a beige dress that only seemed to compliment her sister's.

Orian brought his hands to the top of my dress, he loosened the buttons with haste and bared the gown down to my waist exposing my upper body to him. I felt shy as his gaze roamed over me, my chest heaving and boobs peaked with hardened nipples waiting for the embrace of his tongue, "krasiveye, chem proizvedeniye iskusstva." More beautiful than an artwork. He cooed gazing at me with lust and then he dipped his head and without teasing captured one of my aching buds in his mouth and suckled on it earning a pleasure-stricken cry from me.

It should be beautiful. The purple stone fruits, dangling in the light, overhead, flashing against the green leaves that murmur in the faint breeze. The air, thick with the scent of ripening crops, faintly fermented, almost rotting. Bees humming low, drunk on sugar, circling the fruit that has plummeted and split in the dust. It really should be beautiful. But today the orchard smells too sweet, almost sickening, as if the air itself wants to mock us with abundance. Today, it sits heavy in my throat like something rancid.

My hands touch the bark to make sure the tree is really here, and when I don't go tumbling through it like a hologram, I know that it's actually in front of me. The orange tree stands tall and sturdy. It's many branches splay out with smaller limbs sprouting in every direction. The greenest leaves coat the branches, and amongst the thousands of them are bright fruits. My eyes bounce from fruit to fruit in disbelief. I reach up and pluck a low-hanging one. I run my fingers over its skin and roll it between my hands. Lifting it to my nose, I smell the thing but it doesn't emit the scent of an orange, nor does it look like one. "Careful there."

I immediately reached into my purse and took a couple of pictures to send to Lily. She would be so jealous that she wasn’t here to see the beautiful scene. “Do you like it?” He asked. I loved it very much. It wasn’t like any other park. It was beautiful with tall orange trees lining the paths. The trees were probably orange because the sun was setting and the sky was yellow. It was slowly turning into this very beautiful honey-gold color that was a sight. It was the kind of view you only expected to see on an AI image and not in real life.

The orange juice adds just the right amount of citrusy zing, making it both refreshing and invigorating. I brought the glass close to my nose and took in the aroma. I closed my eyes so that I could savor the moment. I could smell the freshness of the oranges. And the champagne—there's this subtle aroma, almost floral, that mingles with the citrus. I opened my eyes and then I took another sip. It's crisp and clean, perfect for a lazy brunch or a special occasion. Maybe I could host a brunch and invite Bridget and Lucy. It would be nice.