You Got That Red Lip Classic Novels & Stories

Madame Tilly greeted us, "Is there something specific you're looking for or would you like some assistance in exploring our latest products?" Jeanette glanced at me, "Well," she began, "we’ll just check out the samples first." Madame Tilly nodded and walked to a shelf to grab some lipstick before she came to join us again. She handed a shade of pink to Jeannette, “This one is called Lady Danger.” Jeanette stared at it for a moment, “Mm, too vampy.” Madame Tilly handed her a different shade, “Crume Cup,” “Not vampy enough,” Jeanette replied, a little less audible.

he says dreamily, already walking behind us again, and I can feel his eyes burning through the silk, practically undressing me as we head back. At the table, Red pulls out her bag and fishes through it before handing me a sleek tube. “Keep it. At least for tonight.” I take it, uncap it, and apply it carefully. The color is deeper than I expected, bold, red, and shameless. Definitely not subtle. I click the cap back on. “Okay,” I breathe. “Time to wait for Ghost.” “You know,” Titan murmurs as he leans in close, his voice brushing over the back of my neck like a warm threat, “I could smear that lipstick for you.”

Adding mascara to my lashes and baby pink lip gloss on my lips, to highlight the pink color, I poker my lips to my reflection in the mirror, loving my look. He said the color of my lips reminds him of cotton candies, I’m going to make it irresistible to him and he is not going to get even a peck. Putting on my black converse, I grabbed my backpack and left my room to meet Christy and Max in the kitchen, fighting over his remaining pancake. “Hey guys,” I called to their attention.

So I played games on my phone, hoping 'Angry Birds' would soon turn to 'Love Birds'. At 4:15, I removed my clothes and put on a robe, waiting for Lisa to arrive. She was prompt and carrying a make up kit when I opened the door to let her in. Lisa sat me down at the kitchen table and rapidly applied green eyeshadow, to highlight my green eyes, shading to bronze near my brow. She darkened my eyebrows, lined my eyes, adding an almost oriental slant. Mascara followed and bright red lipstick. "I don't know what it is," Lisa said, putting it on, "but men love to have shiny red lips wrapped around their dicks. I swear it must be subliminal."

I was always more on the cute side due to my cheeks but this hard look made me look sexy and gave me way more confidence that I thought was possible. “I can't wait to see you freeze on that stage,” Kara Rodriguez, my arch nemesis said as she ruffled my hair and smiled at herself in the mirror. She pulled out a tube of red lipstick from her purse and reapplied it on her plump lips. Kara was beautiful, the prettiest among us all, but she was also the most evil one.

She fell back on the time-honored way to befriend strange women: compliments. “I love your sandals!” she said to a woman named lily . “Thanks!” Lily said. Like lobbing a tennis ball back to Lucia , she returned the compliment. “Great lipstick! I always wish I could wear red lipstick, but with this hair, I feel like it always clashes.” "I'm convinced that every woman has a signature red lip color waiting to be discovered," she said with a smile. "It's all about experimentation and finding the right shade. A trip to the MAC counter and a honest friend are essential."

He swallows hard, his throat working visibly. I reach into my bag, pull out my favourite red lipstick, and uncap it with purposeful slowness. His eyes track every movement. I lean closer, twist the tube up, and drag the colour across my bottom lip in one smooth stroke. Then the top. I press my lips together, smacking them once. “You can look," I murmur, capping the tube again, "but you can't touch." He bites his lower lip so hard, it turns red. Pain flashes across his face in its unadulterated form.

Blush on her cheeks, a rosy pink to mimic the flush he'd put there soon enough. Finally, the lips. She outlined them with a red pencil, precise strokes defining the full pout, then filled in with the pepper red lipstick—a bold, fiery shade that screamed 'fuck me.' She pressed her lips together, blotting with tissue, then layered another coat for shine. The color popped against her skin, making her mouth look swollen and ready for his cock. She admired the result: eyes smoldering, lips begging to be ruined. He'll want to smear this lipstick all over his shaft.

“Ha?” “This one,” she beamed, picking up a lipstick that’s blood red. “This lasts forty-eight hours. Trust me, I’ve used it for everything, especially in this kind of situation.” “This kind of situation? What do you mean by that?” Instead of explaining, she put red lipstick on my lips. “Perfect!” Chloe said excitedly. As Chloe finished applying lipstick to my lips, Madame Beatrice and Esther entered the room at the perfect moment. Esther held thin fabrics of red, black, and purple, looped around her wrist.

I coax. She takes the lipstick from my hand and pops off the cap. I watch from inches away as she glides the end along her top and then bottom lip. It's dark red and sexy as hell. She presses her lips together and rubs them against each other in a practiced move I'm sure she's done a million times. Why this fascinates me so much is beyond me. Fuck, she's impossible to resist and I stop fighting it.