Lipstick Stain Is A Work Of Art Lyrics Novels & Stories

I tried the peach red lipstick, it still wasn't giving me the look I wanted, I tried other red lipsticks - the blood red one, the faint red one, even the pink one, still none of them gave me that look I wanted, the look I didn't know but still yearned for, and not the red ones that kept making me look like The witch in the little mermaid movie. I wiped everything off, leaving my face bare with only the mascara. There was a chocolate bar at the side of the mirror, it was one of the products of the blood farm where Diego was currently working as the deputy manager. I took it and smeared the chocolate on my lips like a lipstick, it's stockiness was thick and soothing. I looked at myself in the

Brittany said as she looked at me with pout. Sounds as ridiculous as your pout! "Whatever I don't care! Let's go." I said as I wiped her lipstick that was smudge over my lips. ____________________ ~ Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you I'm doin' time but I don't mind I'll be just fine Sometimes I just hate to love you Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh Oh oh uh oh

Kim knew he was holding himself not to fûck her in the dining room, she jerks up from his legs, but he dragged her back. "How did you know she made the lipstick stain on my shirt?" He said in a seductive tone, she could feel his hot breath on her neck. "It's very obvious, the lipstick she had on was hand-made for her specially, That color is rare to find, back then at the brothel, Some girls make their make-up."

She smiles at me with that sexy grin, and then I watch as her fingers run up her thigh to the top of the slit. I start to drool and then I stand up and run my hands up her sides before cupping her chin and kissing her hard on the lips. She breaks the kiss and cries out, “I just did my makeup. You are smearing it.” She wipes her lips and then her hand reaches out to mine, before wiping the lipstick stain off them. Smiling, I start to laugh and then state, “I look good in red. It makes me feel pretty.” Before giving me, a prize-winning smile, she giggles and then rolls her eyes. Then she takes my hand, and we walk to the car. She is such an amazing woman, and she is mine. That is all tha

He followed with a harsh, guttural cry, pumping his release into her, the hot fluid a stark contrast to the cold, chalky gesso that coated her skin. When he pulled out, he looked at the mess they had made, the flaking white primer, the smears of their joining. He ran a finger through it, collecting a mixture of gesso and his own seed. He brought the finger to her lips. “Taste,” he ordered. “Taste the foundation of your becoming.” Trembling, she opened her mouth. He painted her lips with the bitter, chalky mixture. It was the final degradation. The artist had sealed his canvas, and she had consumed the proof.

Give me love by Ed Sheeran. ~ “Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt Told you I'd let them go” ~ “I thought you will dance with someone young and charming. Maybe with Jay or Ved…” Bharti asked with a small smile. She glanced around and saw Ved joining the dance floor with Ekta.

She snapped, mumbling an apology to both I and Giulia for her sudden outburst, but could I blame the girl? “I love your lipstick, what shade and brand is it?” I asked, changing the topic to brighten her mood. Her face lit up instantly, “It's my brand actually, JEM, this shade is Victoria baby.” She grabbed her purse and pulled out a matte lipstick, she re-applied it and waited for a minute before picking up her wine glass. Pressing her lips on the glass she turned it to show the absence of stain on the glass. “It’s my newest product, not launched yet and don't worry it's child labour free.” She gushed, impressed with herself.

Stopping right over the top making as he licks over the bottom of his lips. Now changing into his index finger as it moves towards Koishi’s tracing more over the bottom of his lips. Stopping over the mole that was over the top of his lips made him smile wider than before. “Aren't you the perfect art too Koishi sometimes-sometimes I feel like I just want to paint you with my own blood” the smile turns into a grin over his lips making a small groan escape from his lips. “It reminds me of the day when you were still mad at me but you still forgive me Koishi, the day when we got closer to each other”

Oh my…" She gasped under her breath with a gaped mouth as she stared down at the most beautiful and costly lipstick that was ever known in their pack owned and produced by foreigners. One only the rich and high chiefs of the pack could afford. She slipped it out of the box and raised it to her face, still staring at it. She has always wanted to own it but couldn't afford it. Liam watched her expression. He heaved out in relief. Thank gracious. "I…" She tried to speak. "Do you like it?" Liam asked even as her expression was enough to make him know the answer. "Yes..yes... like? I love it. It is so beautiful…thank you…" Gently, she turned the lid of the lipstick until it went open revealing th

I hope she can get out of this life soon. Lisa comes over to start my makeup. She does not say much. She looks at my skin dabs some stuff on my face. It is so icky. I have never been one to wear a lot of makeup. She has painted my eyes dark and put on red lipstick. I look like a whore.