Pink Stories Novels & Stories

RED INK EP 16: A road to Convergence ~~Lorin's Point Of View~~ She perceived an aroma in the air, it smelt like pepper soup. She squeezed her eyes, squinting at her environment, the first thing she notice was the nude coloured couch she was lying face down on, then the cream drapes hanging on the walls...this was her home. She sat up, her face smudged with makeup that was unwashed. Her hand moved around her body touching the furry textured material on her body...she was changed. Aurora.

Pinky, the name I wore inside Velvet like a second skin, was the only one who walked through that door. Zara was exhausted. Zara had a deadline and an empty account and a brother becoming someone she didn’t recognize. Pinky carried nothing. Pinky calculated everything. Voice lower. Eyes unreadable. Every movement is deliberate and controlled. She didn’t just handle men; she read them before they opened their mouths and used what she found. Pinky wasn’t surviving. She was adapting. And she was very good at it. Shoulders back. Chin up. Face smooth. Room. Job. Done.

He wondered how all them live in such a small house. Suddenly, one of her daughters came out of the room. She was very tall and had had her hair trimmed and dyed pink. She wore a short gown that was almost transparent, and her lips were painted red to match the red gown she was wearing. Richard was so surprised at her appearance that he couldn't stop looking at her. "What are you looking at?" She asked when she noticed him. "I'm sorry," Richard replied. "Please Suzan, don't you know that he's my guest," Mama Ruth interfered. "Whatever," she said and is walked out.

Whose cheap shoes are these? Lilyana's heart was beating fast. The paper bag in her hand had fallen over with its contents scattered. Lilyana's mind was racing. However, Lilyana tried to dismiss all her bad thoughts. However, the more Lilyana walked into the apartment the facts showed otherwise. A woman's dress was lying on the floor. And not far from it, there was a bra and panties. Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans.

The one that could confirm my suspicion. Whether Pink and Adrian were connected by more than just circumstance. Their eyes. I’d noticed before but dismissed it. The same gray-green shade, catching the light the same way. And Pink’s laugh. When she really laughed, her face lit up the same way Adrian’s did. Coincidence? Or something more? Pink was adopted. I’d gotten her through a private agency as a newborn. The agency said her young mother couldn’t care for her and wanted a better life for her baby. Brittany had convinced me to get her.

I didn’t have a heart that was blacker than sin, I wasn’t such a loss cause. We all need someone to care if we make it home, life is a little bit hard, we all want someone to care. Sandra was dressed in a pink flowery dress with a crown. Despite the fact that she looked happy, she was pale, she had grown thinner, the layers of make up tried to cover her pale skins and smile, but the truth is, a close look could tell that any minute, she could pummel to the ground.

“She’s not exactly thrilled at the idea! She’s got a boyfriend that may need to disappear first” “I can imagine. Lala is a fricken cheerleader, not a biker’s girl”, he says. “But, you know… Pink and black don’t mix, Spin”. “Then tell me why they were called the Pink Ladies in that movie Grease? It seems like they mixed pretty good to me”, I told him, causing him to laugh hard. I nod him off before heading back up to my room and face planting into the bed which still faintly smells of her. I gotta get out of here, the smell of Loyalty everywhere is consuming me.

She called but Pink couldn't bring herself to give a reply. "Look at me Pink... C'mon!" Jasmine urged. "Pink?" Jasmine drawled when she noticed she wouldn't even raise up her head to look at them. Slowly, pink raised up her head... Jasmine couldn't recognize the Pink sitting in front of her... Her face looked puffy and stained with tears.. They were dark circles round her eyes.. Jasmine felt pity for her. "I'm... I'm sorry Jasmine.." Pink spoke up, choking on her tears. "I.. I was selfish,, I.. I didn't know what came over me. I'm really sorry.." She burst into tears.

AIDEN Long, dark hair. Mesmerizingly dark eyes. Pouty pink lips. A soft jaw. Eyelashes longer than a doll’s. And a really great fucking pair of tits. This was my new PA? And I was expected not to fuck her. Good job, Chloe. Good damn job.

Seconds ago I was trying not to think about her, and now I was actively searching for her like a desperate pervert. There was nothing wrong with that, right? I could just pretend she wasn’t my stepsister. Just another hot pornstar. I tapped on one of her most recent videos. The second her pretty, pink pussy filled the screen, my cock jerked hard in my pants. She was on her back, legs spread wide, teasing her swollen clit with her fingers before sliding a thick pink dildo deep inside her wet cunt. “Fuck…” I groaned, unable to resist anymore. I shoved my pants and boxers down, pulled out my throbbing cock, and started stroking hard, eyes glued to the screen.