Sunkissed Freckles Novels & Stories

Even the hideous freckles staining my cheeks were visible in this mood-spoiling reflection. The whole of Moonfall, including mom, constantly call them ugly and I can’t prove them wrong because I haven’t seen anyone else around here with these annoying speckles. My skin would have passed on for normal, which I really wish it could, if I didn’t have an unofficial condition that makes an inflicted area red for hours just because someone, or myself, gave it a little pinch or bump … I even have one on my ear right now from mom’s squeezing. Imagine how I look coming back from a bully encounter.

"You need to go chat up some of those girls on the beach, young man." My mother's naked back. She had a little color after yesterday and it made the freckles more prominent. I ran my fingers over them. "What are you doing?" She asked. Holding her top against her breasts. "I'm sorry, mom. I never knew you had all these freckles and with a little sun they stand out more." "Yes, son, it comes with the hair. I'm glad you like them."

Fucking hell. My eyes dipped down to her perky breasts, rosy pink nipples tight and pebbled. Begging for my attention. Freckles sprinkled across her chest. I wanted to kiss every single freckle. Sunkissed skin, soft and needy. "I was right," I murmured, heat flushing my cheeks. "Right about what?" she asked, breath puffing out in short, nervous gusts. "That you had freckles everywhere." "Oh," she replied shyly like she wanted to cover herself with her hand.

she frowned at my oversized blazer and hoodie, then waved her hand dismissively, “Never mind that. How can a person be absolutely gorgeous... In that. I’ve never seen freckles look more, God I sound lesbian and I swear to you I'm straight but your freckles are like, sexually appealing. What’s your skincare brand? I’ll tell my dad to get them endorsed immediately.” “What—” I just stared at her because my brain couldn’t compute what the actual fuck was going on.

It felt like the torture I gave him wasn't enough. "I love your freckles," I whispered, slowly cleaning her chest. "They are so pretty," I leaned in, my voice low. "I think I'll be freckles from now on," She teased, a playful smile tugging her lips as I continued brushing the sponge gently around her breasts. Her body was beautiful. Her skin was soft and inviting, and I couldn't help but notice the way her breasts were, full and perky. Her pink nipples were standing out against her skin. They were perfect, and the desire inside me stirred.

I lean against the flimsy sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I know I’m not the classical version of beautiful. But my skin is clear of blemishes, and my green eyes aren’t as rare as Rome’s honey-colored eyes, but they are still uncommon enough. I frown when I eye my hair. The vibrant fiery red draws all the attention from any decent features I have. That’s the problem, my hair. And my pale complexion is littered with freckles that try to consume my face.

The tired girl spoke quietly, the sheets gathered around her as she tucked her hand under the pillow beneath her—an action that made Jasper's heart melt in the dead of the unkind morning—wind tearing down the streets, a brittle, cool sheen shaking the windows with the lower temperatures. Her skin was not quite as pale as the shade of the sheet around her. Instead, the skin that hugged her frame was a warmer, rosier ivory tone—speckled by the odd freckle and mole to decorate the canvas proudly. Most of all, Jasper admired the darker freckle that clung above the corner of the girl's lip, one that softened each sharp feature of her face and hinted to each and every other spot or tone against he

What. The. Hell did I do! I stood there, my whole frame reflected on the mirror as I internally screamed, the mess of my body mocking me back. I was covered in sweat, cum and hickeys! A thin sheen layer of sweat dazzling on my forehead as sticky coats of cum, tied my two lips together like a peanut butter jelly sandwich. I stepped closer towards the gigantic full body mirror arched on the wall besides my bed, as I traced the trail of what looked like hickeys across my neck, my bosoms! They were much more prevalent on my chest area, as it was the part where my skin was a bit lighter as it rarely saw the sun, while considering my darker shade that ran through my entire body. Round dark marking

Sighing she allowed her eyes to open taking in the man that still slept soundly beside her. Up close Summer could make out every single freckle that littered his cheeks and nose. With a smile she found herself remembering how he used to hate his freckles, claiming that they made him look like a child. Now as an adult Summer found that they made him more dashing. "Time to get up." She murmured reaching up a hand to push a stray auburn lock away from Asher's forehead. A grumble of protest erupted from his lips as he pulled Summer closer to him. "Five more minutes." He tried nuzzling against her chest.

No one had ever flirted with me in this Lilith form. What was there to like? I was plain. From my dark brown hair to the ugly green poncho and faded ballet flats I was wearing. To make it worse, I had freckles. Freaking freckles! I hated that part of my features and wished I could erase it forever. I'd kill for my mother's smooth skin, but God knew best. I didn't know where the freckle came from. Hopefully, it wasn't the sperm donor that made me.