Makeup Sex Novels & Stories

just enjoy it. That was crazy. Scary. And I almost did it. Especially after watching two masked individuals have the most gruesome sex ever and deeply enjoying it! They didn't even bother to shut their door, and after noticing me standing and staring, they only increased their pace. Just two persons. A man a woman. A very sexy looking woman too, with a body type like mine. Big tits, and enough flesh behind which the male she was with couldn't seem to get enough of.

he mumbled, “I came even stay mad at you” My face broke into a smile as I pressed further into his naked body. We remained silent, our hearts beating as one. Makeup sex was crazy but I loved it, I loved it with everything inside of me. I don’t like us fighting but seeing him fuck me with so much intensity and passion, he looked like he wanted to break me, put me back together and break me again.

I’m shaking, still hard inside her, still needing more. “I love makeup sex,” she rasps. “I should leave you more often.” “Not happening,” I groan, sliding off her.

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.

"Well, he's angry at me because of something I did that he felt I had no right to do and I'm angry at him for overreacting but it's no big deal, really. We'll settle it." She chuckles Of course, I know you'll settle it. Couples fight over silly things all the time. Ivar and I can go all day not talking to each other but we always end up settling our differences in the bedroom..." She giggles and lowers her voice to whisper in my ear. "God, I love makeup sex! It's always wilder and more gratifying." I open my mouth wide while she just chuckles and shrugs. I thought Victoria was naughty, never knew Ella was the worst! Well, nobody ever complimented me for being

I chuckled, "Me too." He started kissing lower, until he had one of my legs over his shoulder and was licking my core until I almost couldn't stand. Before I knew it, I was coming so hard, I was seeing stars. I rode the waves of my orgasm until they were done, and I sat him on the bench in the shower. I straddled him and started riding him hard and fast until we were both screaming each other's names and we collapsed into an exhausted heap in the shower. He said, "Damn I love makeup sex. We don't fight nearly enough." I laughed and said, "I would rather not fight at all. You can have sex any time you want it. All you have to do is let me know." He smiled, "I k

ALPHA DAMON. I swear Kylie is like a drug that I can't get enough of, if it was possible for me to sink in her and stay there forever then I would do that. The both of us are currently spent, laying on the bed and she has her legs on top of mine as she lays her head on my chest. “I hate it when we fight but the makeup sex is always so worth it.” She says and I look down at her and she has a satisfied smile on her face.

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."