You Got That Red Lip Classic Novels & Stories

Seven years later My fingers ghost over the tubes and I settle on the darkest one. Picking it up, I swipe it over my lips then smack them together to spread the color evenly. Whoever invented red lipstick deserves all the money in this world. It's my favorite. Always has been but when someone said it made me look like my lips were stained with blood, I loved it even more. Throwing it back on the counter of the vanity table, I run my hands over my body. The black figure-hugging dress I'm wearing highlights my curves. It ends right under my ass and paired with the red stilettos makes my legs look longer.

She handed me a rose gold tube she pulled from her cross bag, inside was a stunning warm red lipstick that sparkled. I tried it on immediately even though I already had red lipstick on. "Ohmygosh, I love it." With a pout, I admired the shimmering goodness. The deep red colour shone extraordinarily on my midnight black skin like rubies floating in space. "I know." She grinned from the mirror.

He smiled widely like he had found a huge embarrassing secret of mine. He looked at my expression and exclaimed, "Okay, this is going to be very interesting." "What is?" I asked confused. "You'll see." He smirked and then suddenly said, "Love the lip tint. What shade is it?" Taken aback by his sudden shift in topic, I stopped for a second before confessing slowly, "Nude Beach by Tior brand." "Why are we whispering?" He matched my tone conspiratorially, "Is the shade supposed to be a secret?"

Her lashes were darkened, and then Lovely opened her eyes when the beautician spoke. ‘Porpora...’ Lovely did not know that word, but as the beautician pushed up a lipstick Lovely managed, without translation, to work out what it meant. Crimson. ‘No.’ Lovely shook her head and insisted on a more neutral shade. Oh, Lovely wanted to be back in her cocoon—she was a very unwilling butterfly indeed—but she did buy the lipstick, and on her way back to the hotel she stopped at the boutique and bought the red dress. And then she entered the complex world of sexy shoes.

His words also implied that if I couldn’t protect myself, danger would always lurk around me. I bit my lip, clenching the bottom of my dress to hold back my irritation. Miron’s thumb lifted, and he touched the corner of my lip, rubbing it gently in a circular motion. “Don’t bite your lip, especially with your lipstick red like this. You’re testing me, you know that?” His tone was lower now

“I helped you fit that sexy yet elegant gown, ma’am. You are not killing that vibe with just blush.” “I am not killing the vibe!” I protest. “You’re right. You will not kill it because you will be wearing a face that matches your gown.” She retorts, crossing her arms defiantly. “How could I refuse such an adorable pout?” I say mischievously. She growls. I laugh. “Classic red lip. Winged eyeliner. Highlighter for your collarbone.” She says as she tosses product into my bag. “Lip balm. Mascara. Powder.”

The black and red are a perfect match for her skin tone and fire red hair. She looks at me top to bottom and then back up to my crotch. “Looks like you like the outfit.” It must have happened quickly. I’m standing rock hard in front of her. I still can’t manage a single word as I continue to take in the sight. She had the dark eye accents from the mascara, her lashes were drawn out longer, but the most striking thing was the fire engine red lips. There was a layer of gloss over them so that they looked soaking wet and beckoning me to take them.

" That would be called cheating, and you know better than anyone how that feels, right?" " Ouchhh" that hurt. " Common let's go, we're gonna be late. I don't want to miss the party." Icy said. " Hey Cercy, what is that lipstick that u wearing?? Take that off. Have this. Red matte by Kylie Jenner. It suits u perfectly." Icy said. " Don't you think it's too much?? " Nahhh, why look normal when you can look gorgeous??" "Ice, point taken." "Duhhhh."

And I’m going to make sure that Lester gets the punishment he deserves for cheating on me with my best friend. ***** The sound of 1950’s music filled the corners of my apartment. I was listening to it, trying to feel the vibe while I fixed myself in front of my luxurious mirror. Kalel mentioned wearing blue. I’m not really a big fan of following rules, so I’m wearing red tonight. My lips are carved into a smirk as I apply my burning red lipstick. It was so red even the cherries are no match to my lips right now. Red is my color.

Jonason supported along and he said, "It's definitely red." Christin simply pushed his twin brother aside. He took the two pieces of lip print cards and looked at them carefully. Then, his eyes lit up as he said, "There it is. The upper right corner of this card has a hint of orange shade indeed. You can see it if you look close enough. This one feels more like a rose red, and this one is lighter, like a nude pink. These are distinguishable." George frowned, and his eyes swept over Sigrid and the bridesmaids' lips. Then, he said in an upset voice, "Did you guys apply other lipsticks after doing these lip prints? Your lip colors don't match these prints at all."