Tomato Blush Novels & Stories

The object hit my shirt with a splat, leaving my white shirt streaked with a watery red color, clumps of gooey seeds, and a horrific smell. It was a rotten tomato.

I was pressing her lips tightly as both our lips were syncing in rhythm. After brief minute of intensely involve with each other, we pulled apart to sink in air inside us. We both craving for more touch with each other. We both were hot and burning like a flame, her lips swollen from the bite I gave to them and her cheeks red from the blush. I love how this though and smart girl blushes. Never had I imagined to encounter this. "You know I really dislike tomatoes but I want to bite the ones on you." I said to her when they went more red.

He says. Nodding my head, I walk directly to the bathroom. Immediately, I locked the door when I get inside and releases a deep breath. Oh my god. I feel like my chest is going to explode in nervousness. Looking at my face in the mirror, my eyes widened when I saw my face is in red. It's like a tomato. What the? Am I blushing? No way? "Oh my god." I facepalm. He probably saw my tomato face. Damn.

I am a tomato. "Oh my... You're blushing." He said in a husky voice. "Stop," I muttered even blushing more... Did he really have to point it out? "Oh my... You look so cute when you blush... I just want to squish your cheeks and bite it." He said again raising his hands. I saw his hands approaching, and my mind wanted to stop it(not.) but my body did nothing to stop it as my hands were just glued to the side of my body staying down.

"It's basically champagne and ivory. The site just calls it that." "Same difference," Naomi said, leaning over my shoulder, her fingers scrolling a bit faster on the touchpad. "Carla's right, though. We need some color. How about… deep emerald green? Or maybe dusty rose? To match the blush on your cheeks whenever you see my dad." She wiggled her brows. "One, I'm not wearing a blush-colored dress and two, I don't blush every time I see your dad," I countered, a familiar smile tugging at my lips.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

He said " I'm not blushing." I whispered shouted blushing even more, my face turned so red like a tomato " Haha Like I don't know you." He chuckled " I'm waiting for you." I said then hung up the phone Ugh! This man! I went to the room, I put on a short dress, put a mascara on my eyelashes, eyeliner and lipstick, it's enough. " Wow, Gorgeous." Marco said " You are handsome too." I said

I hate my body for enjoying his touch. I feel heat rush into my cheeks. Seriously, Isabella, you're blushing right now. You weren't supposed to get angry, not blush. I'm sure I look like a tomato. He drew away from me and stared at my face. His lips quivered in mischief when he saw my rosy cheeks. "I love it when you blush," he teases.

Dexter's smile. It's worth gold. "You have no idea just how handsome you look when you smile,' I tell him. Suddenly he turns away, but... I can see the back of his head, his ears to be precised, they're bright red just like tomatoes. So he can.... Blush I tell myself with a chuckle ready to tease him and go on and on about this new found weakened of his when suddenly I feel a child down my spine, goosebumps all over my skin as I flinch in horror.

she said, looking surprised that I agreed to her so easily. "Yeah, why the hell not?" I said, "anything for my princess." "Maybe not a red suit because that's too flashy. But a red bowtie could work," she suggested. "Really?" I asked, "Darn it. I was hoping to look like a giant tomato for prom." "Well since we're matching, if you're a tomato then I'd have to be a tomato too. And I don't want to be a tomato," Maya pouted. "Are you sure?" I raised my eyebrows, "because if you want to be a tomato, just ask me. All I have to do is compliment you all night to keep your cheeks nice and bright red," I winked.