Words That Will Make Her Blush Novels & Stories

The way she had forced out the word ‘disgusting’ was enough to pacify me. “Why would you think I liked it?” She asked, raising her cup to her lips. “Because your cheeks are red.” I pointed out. “That’s because I’m embarrassed. I’m talking about something I don’t want to remember. Do you think faces only heat up when people talk about someone they like?” She asked. “I wouldn’t know. So, since you’re a lady, why don’t you start by telling me all the things that make ladies blush?” “Oh.” She said, with a wide smile. “First things first…” She began.

I whisper, not knowing why I explain it to her. Her eyes shiver at me with a lovely smile curving across her face. It makes me smile too. She looks away nervously, this time not in anger. But I can see her cheeks turning red as she purses her lips to hide the blush. If I have ever known a woman at least a percent, I can clearly say she's blushing and she looks even more beautiful while blushing like this. What's happening to me suddenly? Why am I literally feeling this way for Emily?

"Woman, that act was a move saying you are trying to seduce me; damn!" My brows crossed as I slapped his bare, hard chest. "Seems like you're reversing me again, mister." "Am I?" He laughed as he put his warm palm on his cheeks. "Blushing makes you hotter. I love it." My heart thundered harder as if there was a storm on my chest. I felt like losing my breath while his golden eyes were hypnotizing me. "I put blush on. It's makeup. Thank you for the compliment anyway." "Funny it turns redder every second."

“You wouldn’t be the one I trust with something so personal, so permanent.” Her eyes widen slightly, and I can see the color rising in her cheeks, a deep crimson that spreads up her neck and across her face. She’s always been so beautiful to me, but seeing her blush like this, knowing that my words have such an effect on her—it’s something else entirely.

I had to talk to her. "Nice shirt," I said, admiring her yellow shirt. "Thanks," she said, her cheeks turning scarlet. I chuckled as I remembered I mesmerized her easily. "What's funny?" she asked, unable to make eye contact with me. "You are blushing," I mentioned. "I am?" she asked, touching her cheeks. "Oh," she said in realization and laughed softly. "Stop laughing." "Well, it is hilarious." "Hilarious in what way?". "Hilarious that I make you blush with a little compliment."

I told her. Beautiful was not a strong enough term, but I did not want to pressure her or anything, so beautiful it was. Sexy, siren, vixen, personal goddess that I wanted to worship morning, noon, and every fucking night. However, she might not be ready for those terms. A blush tinted her cheeks. It was easy to see that she hated blushing, but I was thankful for it. It just highlighted her beauty that much more. It was endearing, and I wondered what all she blushed for. Perhaps I would just have to find out.

she says looking disorientated with ruffled hair and her eyes struggling to open. "You looked a bit uncomfortable waaaay over there , so I carried you here…You seemed you like sleeping in my arms" I tell her smiling. I watch as her face turns red - quite honestly , she does do a lot of that but I do not mind for I love seeing her blush ; making her blush is one of my favorite pass times. Before she could open her mouth to say something to me , she stomach rumbles with hunger. I chuckle as her eyes grow wide with shock and embarrassment.

In response, she playfully punched my arm, her touch a delightful blend of affection and mock annoyance. Leaning closer, I whispered suggestively, "Well, my dear, if your legs are tired, perhaps you'd like to ride on me?" Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, her mind wandering to the unspoken innuendo. Sensing her thoughts, I decided to stoke the flames of her anticipation, weaving a tapestry of words designed to make her blush. Each word dripped with the tantalizing promise of what lay ahead. Eventually, Eden had reached her limit, her face bearing a mix of bashfulness and amusement. "Enough," she finally interjected, her voice carrying a playful protest.

he whispered softly but enough to mesmerize the whole me. I could feel my cheeks turn red and heat up. I'm blushing. He's close to me and he's staring too much! "Ugliness. That's being spread all over your face." Dang it?!

Like someone stricken by the sight of something new, she stood in one place, gazing at me. “And don’t worry about the outcome of the hand instrument. Handle them as you please, my money is endless.” I notice her perplexed gaze turn into a blush as her cheeks become rosy. I need to witness her blush more. She looks cute when she does. “Should I start now?” Her voice is almost like a breathless whisper. She’s nervous.