Makeup Sex Novels & Stories

I'm not sure what to call ones spirit, igniting, coming alive in one single touch from him. "Fabrico..." My voice is huskier than I'd imagined it to be. He finally drops his stare and latches his mouth to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. I roll my head back feeling my core heating up. His hands professionally unzip my dress, raising it up and away from my body, my breast is exposed and I feel chills run down my spine. We lock eyes and I could see the want behind his eyes. "I heard make-up sex is the best" I mutter with a smile on my face.

"I know Tyler, you don't; all you do is have sex." "So when last did you see him?" "Again non of your business." "It is my business when we are together." "Again it is only for the sex." And there she goes again. What is up with her and this having sex? "You don't know anything about the sex. We probably have better sex than what you two had." "You fuck, we make love." Here we go again. What is the fucking difference between fuck and make love? My God, sex is sex, surely?

He held me there for a moment, asserting his dominance, before beginning a relentless pace, fucking my mouth with a brutal, rhythmic force. As he neared his peak, Marcus pulled out abruptly. He grabbed my hair again, pulling my face close to his crotch. "Open wide," he commanded and erupted, his cum blasting across my face, splashing over my cheeks, my nose, and landing squarely across my lips. He didn't stop until he had painted me, leaving my face drenched in his seed. I blinked through the white cream, my tongue darting out to lick a stray drop from my upper lip, my expression one of pure, wrecked bliss. But Marcus wasn't finished. He wanted to mark me in every possible way. He flipped he

I tell her truthfully. “I heard make up sex is the best,” the fear of rejection is still slightly displayed on her face, but I can also see the sexy devilish side in her coming out, with her seductive, playful voice and the way she bites playfully down on her lips. Lips that can send me to heaven while being the biggest sin ever at the same time. Looking at them, my tongue automatically darts out, licking my very own lips. The way Amelia’s eyes focus on that action and her movements mirror mine is damn hot.

She watched his eyes narrow, hoping the expression meant he saw the truth in her words. “Whatever you need from me to make this work, just say it. Whatever you’re worried about, tell me and we’ll work around it. I only want sex, Heath. Pure, unadulterated sex… I promise you I don’t want anything else from you. No need to take me on a date, buy me dinner, or send me flowers. Romance is not required. Just SEX. Whenever you decide you want out, we’ll call it quits. And I promise never to see you again. Never to try and contact you. Never to call your show. Not even to ask the friend of a friend’s cousin how you are. You set any ground rules you want. And when it’s over, it’s over. Just like tha

The two proceeded to delve into their various sexual experiences to equip me with pro sex tips. "Lube is your best friend." "Don't bother with flavored condoms." "Pierced nipples are more sensitive. So are pierced clits—just saying." "Make a lot of eye contact." "Just remember, practice makes perfect." It was mostly silly things but we entertained ourselves for what felt like hours. There was something liberating about sex and talking so freely about it. I admired more girls for their bravery in navigating the sex world. If not for Marshall, I'd have very little interest in having any random cock stamp on my v-card.

I barely had time to catch my breath before they started rearranging me like the living sex doll I had become. Lucas pulled his thick cock out of my dripping pussy with a wet pop, leaving me clenching around nothing and whimpering for more. Noah stepped back, his long dick glistening with my throat slime. I was on all fours on the carpet now, ass up, back arched, tits hanging heavily and swaying with every panting breath. My makeup was completely ruined—mascara running in black rivers down my cheeks, glossy lips swollen and shiny with spit and precum.

I remained glued to the deck for a while, trying to get myself together as the orgasm had shaken me to my core. I turned to look at him, and he was laughing. I kissed him as he did, and he grabbed my butt. “Make-up sex is good.” He chuckled. “I've not been able to get the mirror sex off my mind.” “By the time I'm done with you, you'll not be able to think of anything that isn't me,” Kieran said, and I giggled. “You talk like I can do anything now.” We laughed, and got out of the pool.

For three years, my husband and I had lived apart because of our long-distance relationship. Then I landed a bridal makeup job in the city where he often stayed for work. I planned to surprise him after I finished the job, but three days before the wedding, I sprained my wrist. I explained the situation to my client and offered her a full refund, but she refused. "Everyone only gets one special day like this in their life, Felicia! I want my husband to see me at my prettiest on the most important day of our lives! I don't wanna be anything less for him..." I couldn't convince her otherwise, so I decided to bring my apprentice, Dakota McCree, to apply the makeup while I guided her. Then I

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.