Kiss Her Face Aesthetics Novels & Stories

Unable to control my feelings anymore, I kissed her. <

she says, and I scoff. “If it is a lie, I am not saying it. That is why I always choose Kookie over you. She is naturally pretty with no cosmetic surgery, but you have almost all the world’s procedures done on your face, yet you still look mid.” She makes a fist, causing her veins to become visible. “I do not come here to be insulted and…” “I do not mean it as an insult. Just merely stating facts, so please make your face scarce. I would not want to bump into that while sobbing and staring at my beautiful ex-wife’s pictures.”

beautiful lips that always looked so kissable. Everything about his face just looked great. No matter his hairstyle. Or the lighting. Or the angle. He was just naturally gorgeous. "Get some rest. You've been sketching all day again, I bet," Kel said when she went quiet. "What's the medical term for extreme boredom with nausea and constant restlessness?" Jessi sighed. "Jenson again?" "The fangirls just love his face. The last one I uploaded just got a thousand likes," she murmured. "Maybe I'll sell this new one tonight."

High, sculpted cheekbones dusted with natural glow, subtle across a small straight nose, rose petal lips that curved like secrets. Her eyes—my eyes—were the same shape, but surrounded by slightly elongated lashes and arched brows that softened the intensity. This face, this creation, was devastatingly charming. Beautiful... perhaps even more than the face I'd inherited at birth. “Do you think this boyfriend of yours will appreciate a fake face?” Giada’s voice sliced into my thoughts, smug and teasing as usual from the driver’s seat. I didn’t take my eyes off the mirror, “Are you going to tell him about it?”

Ester Gisela was too dazzling to be ignored. Her blond hair cascaded neatly. Her smooth, porcelain-like face was as soft as silk. Her lips were beautifully full, with a slightly thick lower lip exuding sensuality even through her words. Her eyes were as clear as morning dew, serene and calming, often causing others to get lost. Her nose was pointed, with a mole right at the tip. She was tall and slender, with beautiful legs, her assets as a famous model. And not to mention her body, perfectly sculpted by God.

Like she’s Calculating risk and measuring the storm’s potential. Up close, she’s even more gorgeous and her beauty isn’t fragile. High cheekbones dusted with natural warmth. A faint pulse visible at the base of her throat. Lips pressed together slightly too firm as if holding something back and her pupils are dilated and it’s not from desire but from adrenaline. Her features are sculpted, symmetrical in a way that feels engineered. Her lashes cast soft shadows against her cheeks. Her lips are naturally flushed, parted slightly as if she is controlling her breathing.

Aaron's secretary laughed, then stood up and walked towards Cercei. “Now come sit here so she can beat your face for a nude makeup,” she added as she held Cercei’s hand and took her to the sofa where she would sit and Cercei obliged. “I want something extremely light and simple,I don’t want a shouting look.” Cercei said as she settled on the couch facing the makeup artist that Aaron’s secretary asked her to sit on it. “Of course that’s why you would be going for a nude, she is extremely good at what she does so just relax and let her do her job.” Aaron’s secretary said as she assured Cercei.

What is wrong in trying to understand the things I felt inside me when those supple lips brushed against mine? I take my time to note her features. She is an angel at night and a beauty in the morning. As I looked at her, I couldn't help but be struck by her stunning facial features. Her face was like a work of art, perfectly sculpted and delicately feminine. Her eyes, wide and bright, seem to sparkle with a life on their own. They are framed by thick, dark lashes that fan out in a delicate curve, drawing attention to the deep blue of her irises. Her nose is small and delicate, with a gentle slope that accentuates the soft curves of her face. It is the perfect complement to her full lips, wh

She smiled shyly and threw her head down. I smile and gently tilt her head up to stare at me. Her cheeks had turned red, I couldn't hold back myself from kissing them. Her cheeks became more flushed after I kissed them making her appear more cute. And then, my eyes fell on her lips. F*ck! She's biting them again. I'm always tempted to kiss her lips whenever she bites it. I miss these lips. I slowly ran my fingers through her lips, she shivers a bit under my touch. Her lips are so soft, I don't think I can hold back myself not now that she's so charming with her make-over.

But I admire them with the same feeling of joy or excitement as seeing a sunset or a stag standing in the snow. I glance across the table at Kiera again. Aesthetically, she’s very pleasing. I’ve always thought that. She’s a composition of soft curves, … A pretty face, long legs, pronounced cheekbones. I particularly like her neck. I like watching how it twists and elongates as she looks around, as she laughs. But I want to photograph her neck, not lick it.