Makeup Sex Novels & Stories

he asked. She nodded. "Like I said, we talk during sex. He's got certain things that he likes, and I have mine. One of the things we share is that we both think it would be really fucking hot to pretend one of us is cheating on the other and then... we have make-up sex." "Man, I thought she told you a long time ago," Alec said. "Are you okay?" Erin asked, looking at Dex. "I didn't say anything because it was just too fucking hot to pretend that we'd actually cheated."

But this time, Granddaddy wouldn’t let me slam the door and leave like last time. Let’s just say, he knew how to push all the right buttons. Makeup sex was the best sex, not that I had much experience to compare it to, but it was fucking hot. We fucked and made love many times over that weekend, there were countless of orgasms. We did it everywhere in his massive house, kitchen, couch, foyer, his bedroom, bathtub, shower, billiard table, and in his backyard in the middle of the night by his pool. Not to say that Granddaddy sure knew how to fuck his way to out of a problem, by the end of it we were too exhausted to even think. It was like a dream.

Forget the argument I caused moments ago. Now I have one thing on my mind: makeup sex. For the first time in my life I'm going to experience makeup sex. "Chloe?" "Hmm?" she hums against my lips, her fingers sliding through my short hair. "I'm sorry for earlier." She grins, biting her lip. "You're already going to get lucky, no need to try for the makeup sex now." She already knows me all too well. "I've heard angry sex can be super hot, though."

I was all ears, I was ready to get hit with a dose of mischief. “It means make up sex, the greatest sex to ever exist! You're going to be smiling and drooling in ecstasy by the time you're done. I'm happy for you, I'm happy for this, babes.” Closing my eyes in mock horror, I groaned, trying my best to sound irritated and annoyed.

Sigh. I remembered my boss, who was 50 years old, once said, "Your photographs are the best, but you should know that this company specializes in magazines for men. And your shots are just lacking...lust. You should put your lustful soul into your work to shoot a photo that will arouse our readers." How can I develop a lustful soul if I lack experience, right? I'd been getting too depressed and stressed out thinking about how to acquire that lustful soul. And I think the only way was to have sex with a man.

I jumped, spinning around. He was standing there in the dim lamplight, arms crossed, looking equal parts shocked and annoyed. “You can’t learn sex from videos. It’s not a chemistry class, for fuck’s sake. Those are actors, staged for cameras. Real sex? It’s messy, personal, about connection and communication. Not some formula you memorize.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I stood up, facing him. We were close…too close. Close to the point I could smell his body wash.

"We could be so good together." Oh Lordy. "It's not going to happen. You've already admitted that you're having sex with ten other women." "Vampire sex. It's an impersonal experience. Each participant is alone in his or her bed." Participant? Like a team of soccer plaYers, working one feast down the field? "Are you saying you do it with all ten at the same time?" He shrugged. "It's the most time efficient method of keeping them all satisfied." "Oh my God." Aya slapped a hand across her forehead. "Assembly line sex? You'd make Henry Ford proud."

Every micro expression mattered. “What kind of things?” she asked carefully. I swallowed. “Feelings. Moments. Things that do not make sense.” “Like what?” I hesitated. “Like… like I was addicted to sex.” Her eyes widened. “Stella.” “I do not mean… I mean like it was something I did often. Something I wanted a lot. Something I could not stop.” I rubbed my temples. “I feel like I lived that life. Like it was normal. Like I chose it.”

“It's medically okay to have sex with women in their period, but only with condoms to prevent any sort of STIs.” Her face softened and she flashed me a disarming smile. “I feel so desired by that idea, you know.” She pulled down my pants and reached for the condoms. Even though I had just talked myself out of this danger, my body still trembled at the thought of the grave mistake I had made with Olivia. Beatrice pushed her weight on me and started to kiss me all over my face. Like a prisoner taking an order from the warden, the sex felt like obligatory labour.

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