Red Lipstick Kisses Novels & Stories

She unzipped his trousers and glanced up at him, her lips curving into a smile that made his knees weak. Reaching back to the counter, she grabbed the lipstick he had given her, twisting it open and applying it slowly, painting her lips a bold, seductive red. “Somewhere,” she murmured with a playful grin before lowering her head and placing a soft kiss on the tip of him, her touch sending shivers through his entire body.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

Feeling his strong arm wrap around me, his scent mixed with the scent of blood has the ache worsening "Uhm I-", he caresses my cheek and leans down "Not so confident are you" he whispers in my ear. He presses a kiss on my shoulder he looks back at me "Fuck I missed you" he groans. He tries to kiss me but I move my face to the side "Whose blood is this"I ask wiping away the blood on his cheek. A deep chuckle leaves his lips and he digs into his pockets taking out the cherry red lipstick I gave that lady. Taking it I look up at him in shock

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

“In my head. In the woods. Even when I sleep.” She walked toward me, two mugs in hand and passed one to me like she hadn’t heard a word. I took it. Our fingers touched but she didn’t pull away. Neither did I. “I could say the same,” she said. And just like that, I found myself getting up and moving closer to her, closer than I had any right to be. “You shouldn’t,” I said quietly. She couldn’t understand what the danger was. “Too late,” she whispered. I took a step closer, much more than I should have, really, and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warmer than I expected. She tasted like honey and chamomile. Her hand touched my chest, resting there.

I was still worried about how to dodge their teasing again tonight’ She trailed the lipstick mark on the mirror, slowly immersing herself in the admiration of the rose pink colored lipstick. That mark must have been left by Vanessa. She’s one hell of a baddie who’s damn so obsessed with the lipstick color, rose pink. She claimed it’s the color of hot babes, and that a girl is not hot enough if she doesn’t have any piece of the famous shade in her collection. Then… there’s Ariadne who has only one shade of lipstick. And that singular shade she owns is thanks to Katniss coaxing her into buying it on the noon of Katniss’s birthday.

The color and everything about it suits him perfectly. “Don’t flatter me,” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around me, kissing my forehead. “No kisses on the face,” Isla quickly says from behind. “What?” he asks, confused, as he turns to look at her. “You’ll ruin the makeup!” she explains. He returns his gaze to me, his eyes focused on my lips. “I can try not to smudge the makeup on your face, but I don’t care about the lips. The sexy red lipstick has to go before the end of the night,” he mind-links me.

She hooked her arm around Terry's neck and tilted her head up, kissing his thin lips. Terry also reacted quickly, his uninjured left hand tightly embracing her as he lowered his head, deepening the kiss. The kiss lasted for nearly two minutes. When they separated, Jessica's eyebrows and eyes were wet, with a hint of charm. The lipstick on her lips, which had been applied perfectly, was now smudged by Terry's kisses. The edges of her lips were also stained with red lipstick, shimmering with water. This touch of red was incredibly seductive. "I really left."

“Lorelei had the grace of a jellyfish. Her movements were just mesmerizing. I often found myself unable to do any school work, just lost in the blue of her eyes and the littlest things about her. Like, as an Ice-nin, how she wore her hair up in a high knot with ornaments, how she painted her face and neck white…” Aki knew all about geisha makeup. The face was indeed made completely white and masklike with dark brows and red highlighter at the corner of each eye. The lips were drawn smaller than they actually were: the top fully in red but the bottom with only a curved red stripe, giving the lips a pouty appearance. For this, geishas used a small brush dipped in an extract of safflower infuse