Red Head On Shameless Novels & Stories

Anita looks real pretty in the short red backless dress she's twirling in. Six inch heels I would never think of wearing, she wore with pride. The dress hugged her curves, advertising her cleavage. Her thin lips are a bloody red, earrings sparkling. She is dressed up, looking all nice and lovely, for a murderer."You know, it was stupid of you to think that you can come in between Sia and I. He would never allow anyone to seperate us, so don't bother trying", she says snarkily. I roll my eyes at her antics."I learnt my lesson the hard way. I can never do such a thing now that this already healed wound would be a constant reminder" *of how much I hate you*, I wanted to add."Whatever. Sia says

Red shook her head and moved to another stall, quickly and unabashedly removing her own clothes. Jane completely forgot about the three people that she had just seen have sex. Her eyes were completely glued on Red. The woman was physically perfect . . . as flawless as a valuable gem. Every muscle was perfectly formed and toned, her hips and breasts perfectly full and her waist slim and taut. Red's skin was pale but beautiful, and it contrasted with the flaming red of her hair. Even the white streak in Red's beautiful locks added to the woman's almost unholy beauty. And Jane noticed that as the three other inhabitants of the showers got dressed, Red stole a couple of glances. Not at Nathaniel

Even Mom and Dad's faces darkened when they heard him mutter that they should die. Mr. Harrington stared at the screen, a cold laugh curling from his lips, full of contempt. "So this is what the Sanders family calls their rising star? With this character, these tactics… you think you're fit to marry into the Harrington family? You'd be an embarrassment." Ryan's face turned a deep, blotchy purple. Mom and Dad's faces cycled through green and white, as if they'd been publicly slapped a dozen times. But no matter how humiliated they were, the shame still belonged to their own family.

I look down at my chest and confirm what I already know, my white sheer shirt is already soaked through. The fabric is now sticking to my body in a sinful way, to make things worse…or better?…my red bra is showing through. I bite my lips as shame floods my mind and I slowly lift my eyes, only to find both of their beautiful eyes fixed on my visible cleavage. More shame fills my body as I get embarrassed but the more the shame…the more the desire burning… Will they let me go? Will they do something else?

“Taste how much you want this.” Damian chokes on a groan as the redhead pulls back, her lips wet and swollen, her eyes gleaming with challenge. She stands in one fluid motion, her robe slipping from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Her body is small with soft curves, She has small, perky breasts, a flat stomach, and the dark patch of hair between her legs already glistening. “Pathetic,” she taunts, her fingers trailing up his thigh before gripping his cock again, stroking him with slow, maddening precision.

I asked, looking at him with a puzzled look on my face. “No, I wanted it to be only the top shots, no lower class.” He replied, leaning close. “What?” Donald exclaimed in a confused tone. “You didn't mention any of these, besides we need enough boobs, asses and muscles at the party.” He said, winking at Nathaniel. “Or do you want it to be filled with just the old school top shots you want?” I asked, as I broke into a loud laughter while the rest joined me. “Happy birthday, Daniel and Nathaniel.” A pretty redhead said, as she passed us.

It was like the shopping plaza all over again . We all looked up to see a voluptuous redhead making her way toward us with an irritated look on her face. "Shit," Damian's body language was stiff and uncomfortable as his whisper was almost inaudible ..... almost. An 'I told you so' smirk immediately appeared on Jay's face as he went to our car and started pulling out all of our shopping bags, I suspected to try to keep himself out of the drama. "I'm NOT cleaning up after some .... some mutt!" the redhead said with attitude as she stood at the bottom of the stairs with her hands on her hips.

She closed her eyes in embarrassment. Kyle didn't look at her body, but he looked at her face. Her expressions were so cute that he felt his heart skipping a beat. Her eyes were closed tightly and her eyebrows were scrunched. She held her lower lip between her teeth. Her ears, nose, and neck got red because of blushing and embarrassment.

Friendly overtures, attempts to prove she was not a crazy sex fiend. She had nothing to be ashamed of, she told herself. Just because her relationship did not look like most everyone else’s did not make it bad. Compared to some so-called normal relationships, hers was far healthier for everyone involved. But stuck in her head was the image from a movie she had once seen where a crowd of scandalized people had hissed and pointed at the heroine: Shame! Shame on you! Shame! “Why are we stopping?” Alexei was immediately alert, sliding along the seats to the driver’s window and pulling it open. “What is up?”

Could you remind me to get rid of her later? "What? No! I mean, you... uh. I guess you got something to talk about, and uh, we don't want to interrupt you. So, we should be going. Yeah." Red explained while stuttering, and I find it so cute. And not to mention, she's blushing like f*ck. And I really want to kill Becca right now because of the way she is giving me a really damn disturbing face. "Ah, right, "WE" should get going, huh?" Shane replied and quoted. Then both of them laughed out loud and high-fived.