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.

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.

“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 doubt, if I refuse, I am very afraid of his anger, if I do it… hmmm… ah… I'm crazy. "Now ... open slowly." He ordered again, he took two steps back, as if he wanted to enjoy the sight of me taking off my clothes. I opened my outer clothes slowly, his eyes followed my hand movements, I left my white lacy underwear. I know we had sex before… but… I'm still ashamed to open up in front of him. Moreover, we just had a fight. Ah ... will there be a make-up sex? Someone said it will be more intense, isnt it? My body shudders just thinking about it.

Serenity: “Alright. Let’s do it. My cousin works here, and he’ll set you up. We also have a world-class, famous cosmetician here. I can ask him to help you with your makeup. By the time he is done, you will stand out as being far more: beautiful than the prostitutes.” Several tables were leaning against the wall in the dressing room, and there were many outfits strewn about the place. Several women were lounging about. They wore heavy, gorgeous makeup, and they smoked cigarettes as they made idle chit-chat. When Crystal and Serenity came in, they took a look at them and then turned back to their conversations.

After a while they pulled apart, and Sera felt a warm heat bloom in the pit of her belly as Alistair looked down at her through hooded eyes. “You know, Science says that after a fight, a couple should immediately have make up sex to help deepen their connection.” “Oh stop it silly man! You’re just looking for an excuse to get laid.” “I didn’t say it, Science did… besides, Can you blame me? Do you see the hot piece of ass In my arms?” At those words, he reached down to give her a light smack on her but. She squealed in excitement before Alistair growled and covered her lips with his.

Makeup is not a mask. Makeup is art. Makeup is Passion. Makeup is an expression. I found the quote to be true when my eyes fell on the mirror, and I gawked at the girl staring back. Her hair was swept up in a messy ballerina bun with curls falling around her round face, and her makeup was immaculately perfect. Smokey eyeshadow under freshly waxed eyebrows, made the baby blue in her eyes pop like a blue lagoon in a dark cave, and light pink lipstick adorned her lips in complement to the blush on her cheeks.

She let out a moan. “ Fuck me, Marcus, “ she muttered, but this time, with her voice cracked. Her hands on my chest and my body and hers dancing to the rhythm of the music playing in our heads. This felt good. And now, I was cumming. My pace increased. The sound of her moans increased also, and I didn't stop until I was there. Not yet but soon. Cassie's moans seemed to have turned into a cry, and I couldn't blame her. I was almost too big for a woman like her, but I needed to cum first before any other thing so I faced her, slowing down the pace. I wanted to enjoy the moment; it was more like makeup sex.

“As a final touch, I will put on your makeup so that it matches the clothes you are currently wearing. Then we go on a date and—" The man's eyes turned horror, looked at her in disbelief, pointed at his skirt full of frustration. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Don't tell me you asked me to wear this all day! The skirt is really short, you know!" "Why not? I want to show off my beautiful boyfriend to everyone," her hand moved along the man's neck while licking her lower lip, moving on until it reached Alec's solid butt and squeezed it hard, making the man jump in shock. She took her hands away from Alec's buttocks, began to concentrate on the last touch of magic that she said to Alec earlier—makeup—to ch