Makeup Sex Novels & Stories

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

“They’re going to allow me to go way longer. I’m aiming to get you to come three times.” Some talk about make-up sex being rough and primal, a way to take out all lingering aggression and reconnect on the most personal level. But I found it to be more tender and thoughtful. Charles and I both took time to make sure that our partner neared the crest time after time, nearly reaching climax and pulling back so that we could come together. I was about to squirm away yet again, but Charles bit down on my ear and pulled himself out of me. He replaced his cock with his fingers, rubbing frantically against my lady parts. I squirmed and bucked, my back arching.

She was no longer wearing that sexy bunny costume, just an oversized shirt and a pair of panties; she looked hot in anything, so I didn't mind too much. "Oh yeah?" I murmured, pulling her in for a kiss, Our lips smashed together, and she quickly straddled my lap, grinding on my area, Our mouths practically fucking. I moved her hair away from her neck, sucking and biting the skin, swirling my tongue around and tugging, hoping to leave purple marks all over her neck, claiming her as mine. "Hm, I love make-up sex," She breathed, and I chuckled deeply into her neck. She tangled her fingers in my hair pushing me further into her skin and moaning.

I reply. He pulls me close caressing my cheek and kissing my lips softly. “Of course I believe you. Now, I have missed you so much!” He replies. “I don't” (kiss) ”want to” (kiss)”waste another” (kiss)”minute.” He replies kissing me. Adam leads me to the bed and we make mad passionate sweet love. It’s indescribable how it just gets better and better. “Do you think that would be considered make up sex?” I ask.

I could feel his hot tongue all over my folds and soon I started to squirm when he added his fingers to the mix, I needed him to add his dick. He moved up before kissing me right immediately and I could taste myself on his tongue, that turned me on even more. He pinned my hands over my head and he brought down his mouth on my exposed boobs and he took one nipple in his mouth. He sucked and teased around with his tongue before biting me lightly, I moaned loudly and he moved to the other nipple. Whoever said makeup sex was the best type of sex knew what they were doing. ________

I was relieved when he shot his load in my and turned me lose to get ready. The makeup experience was a lot like the night before, lots of pinching and groping and a little fingering but the stylists and make up artists seemed too busy to fuck me. I think they were too concerned about us ruining our lipstick to make us blow them. The makeup was heavier tonight - dark lips, eyes made to look anime huge with sweeping false lashes, rouged nipples and shimmering powder on our tits and ass. They "dressed" us in more chains, delicate jeweled strands that draped across our chests and cleaved ass and cunt, with especially big jewels rubbing our clits. Our hair was fluffed and curled and set with shi

“Good. Now let’s pretend to tan while secretly judging people’s swimsuits.” I laughed. “You’re evil.” She grinned. “And you love me.” She looked like she was in deep thought when she turned to me and asked: “So was it make-up sex?!" The fuck?! What is wrong with this girl?

Her eyes danced with a familiar look I was now used whenever she was excited. “Hmm babe you know I’m Not a very good liar so I’ll tell you everything then” I smiled. So I began to tell her how I and Chase had the most mind blowing and body shaking sex ever. In all my life I have never had beautiful sex. At least now I can agree with everyone that make up sex is the best sex. Chase used his hands and lips on my body to tell me how he had truly missed me and how I still mean the world to him. I was the happiest person. It is and will always be the best time in my life.

I had no idea I had a sense of humor until now when she was laughing at every word I said. "You’re enjoying this..." "I am. Oh, spirits! I’m just happy you’re back. But my offer still stands." "Are you offering makeup sex?" I couldn’t explain what I was feeling at the moment. She smiled, her eyes almost turning into a thin line. "We’re not doing it until you’re one hundred percent ready for it. So we are just sleeping tonight, or you at least." "I’m sure you missed fucking someone." "Yes, I miss fucking. I’m not going to deny that." I cocked my head to one side.

“That sounds promising.” “It is,” she said, blushing a little. “But I’m not jumping in blind. I just… want some good sex to properly get over the ex. Like, mind-blowing, forget-my-name sex. You know?” I laughed. “I know the feeling.” We spent the afternoon doing girly things—face masks, manicures-she painted my nails soft pink, I painted hers black with little silver stars, gossiping about mutual friends, scrolling TikTok, ordering pizza when we got hungry.