Novel & Cerita Eyelashes Drawing

Without the usual frown or smirk, the calculating aura around him disappears. He looks peaceful. Almost angelic. Such a piece of art. His lips are red... like cherries. I have never noticed that before. They look almost vampiric, contrasting sharply with his pale skin, which is even lighter than mine. Men really do get the better end of the deal when it comes to eyelashes. Look at those long lashes, like delicate fans. Those thick, dark brows framing them perfectly. And I have to buy limited-edition serum just to grow mine to a decent length.

At twenty-nine, I should be used to the fact that my hair has its own personality. With my curls done, I move on to the next ritual: perfume. I pick one with jasmine and vanilla. A fragrance that makes me feel powerful without being too loud. Then, I open my makeup case. Today, I won’t skimp on self-care. I start with the basics: a light foundation, concealer where it’s needed, a soft blush on my cheeks. Finally, the most delicate step: eyeliner. I take the liquid liner with the precision of a surgeon. I draw the first line slowly, following my lash line. It comes out pretty. Thin. Slightly winged at the corner. Exactly how I wanted.

’ ‘Thank you Mama. As soon as I put Mallory to sleep I switch the light back on. I pull a sketch book and pencil from the study table. I turned to a blank page of the sketch book. I hold a HB pencil on my right hand. I grip the smooth body of the blue pencil and positioned my fingers with just right distance from the very tip of the pencil. The pencil is stuck between my middle finger at the bottom, index finger at the middle and thumb on top of it. I lightly grasp the pencil and carefully begin to draw a line. I started to sketch a pair of eyebrows with moderate shading followed by the eyes.

She applied red lip colour, thick and glossy. With infinite care, she poured a thin line of black eyeliner, using a thin sharpener to draw it on the right eye lid. An even line was drawn on the upper and lower lash line, black on the bottom, brown on the top. A thin line of auburn hair pencil was placed above the bottom lash line, along the bridge of her nose, and extending to the middle of her forehead. Her makeup was perfect. She placed the feather-light brush on the table and ran a delicate hand over her shoulder blades, a habit she'd picked up during her childhood.

" Are you feeling good down there?" " I am," I peeked at my drawing. Inspecting the somehow horrifying image. Okay! To get this straight...I drew something which almost seemed to look like an eagle...it had wings so long that it occupied the entire space of the paper. The wings had symbols that I saw as designs. I made its eyes wide like that of an owl but its peak was like that of a raven. It was flying, and behind it, I drew a small moon at the corner of the paper, beneath the eagle's feet was a trace of reflecting water.

Coloured chalks in hand, she is deep in concentration. The noisy chatter of the young adults as they take their seats behind her barely registering as she concentrates on the task in hand. She has already drawn the parted legs and rounded arse cheeks and was now working on the pussy lips, the outer labia. Her drawing was graphic in its anatomical correctness and state of arousal.

Aiden crossed his hands, looking at her like he was telling 'Are you serious too? Arching his eyebrow, he took one apple and started to peel it. She noticed how thick his eyebrows were, it was her weakness. Her heart thumped when she saw his long eyelashes under his eyeglass moved when he was blinking. Biting her lips, she looked away to avoid herself from fantasizing about the doctor.

Until I looked down at my desk. It was covered with dozens of pages, which were covered with black ink. symbols I did not remember that I drew. Circles and circles and circles without end, jagged teeth of the runes and spirals of blood which leaked at the corners of the paper. They looked eerily familiar. When Elias entered, I jumped. He never made much noise like a man of his bulk. His eyes wandered over his drawings before I could thrust them aside. “How did you come by those?” he said.

I drew a rough sketch with my pencil first, I was never the one to be all mechanical, I just let my heart and hand flow freely and do whatever it pleased without any restrictions and being all perfect. My palette was messed up with different colors as I try to make the perfect shade for his enthralling golden brown eyes and sighed in happiness having made one. Elijah didn't move an inch throughout not even to fight off the mosquito that sat on his nose, he remained still softly staring at me with a minuscule smile on his beautiful face. - I squealed at the finished portrait and clapped my hands together jumping in excitement and happiness. It looked so beautiful and the exact same except for

Firm. I closed my eyes. I tried to paint in my mind. The lines were still wrong. I opened my eyes. She was licking my underarm now. Her tongue traced the muscle. The hair. The scent of me. She moaned against my skin. Her hand never stopped stroking my cock. I reached for the sketchpad beside the bed. Charcoal in my other hand. I started to draw her. The line came out clean. Sharp. Alive. I drew her eyes. The way they looked up at me. Endearing. Devoted. I drew her mouth. The way her lips wrapped around my balls. I drew her hair. The way it fell across her shoulder as she licked my underarm.