Masculine Makeup Novels & Stories

I didn't bother with any makeup other than a swipe of deep red lipstick. When she's going to die, what does a female need with mascara? Felix gracefully gets up from the couch. He sets his whisky down on the glass coffee table while maintaining eye contact with me. Ropey muscles bulge and contract beneath his white shirt as he stalks towards me. Because he is so attractive, most girls would take one glance at him and then spend the next month masturbating in public. She had honey-gold skin, dark eyes with hoods, a sly grin, and thick chestnut hair that you could tell was as soft as it appeared to be. The high-end attire and flawless fashion sense also help. Even his aroma, which is deep sand

I said cupping my own face. “Your makeup was not even that girly, you can’t be exposed,” Justin said walking towards me and showed me a mirror. “Look for yourself. “He added. I cupped my face seeing that I look really good. It's not heavy makeup that I imagine, it’s more like a no-makeup look, but it enhances my big round eyes making it fiercer…

Mesmerizing. "After all, pink doesn't have to be feminine! It gives a happy color! Not always a girl! When you have a big and muscular body, have a beard, mustache, and sharp jaw, eyebrows are linked, and wear a pink T-shirt, there won't be anyone who thinks, you are feminine. I think someday, I want to dress you pink!" "Hahaha, never sweetheart.... never... even in your dreams! I won't! I don't want to wear clothes like that!" Marco said casually.

kissing me might get him in some serious trouble when he arrives back in London. Mike is kind of a bad boy … big and brawny, with a lot of tattoos and he has a motorbike … he could turn a guy like Byron inside out. Byron strolls over during a break, it is very hot and his makeup is literally melting off of him, so he has to get a lot of touch ups. "Well, have you decided to give in ?" Byron sends me a mischievous smile, while I am opening my makeup bag. I start touching up his face ... he has such a good face to work with, with a strong jaw and cheekbones to die for ... he can carry the heavy makeup needed to turn him into Hades.

“Caleb.” He raised his eyes from my chest to my face and flashed an innocent smile. “Yes, ma’am?” “You look handsome,” I said, fixing the collar of his shirt. He had makeup on. Which was usual for the people attending my gay son’s marriage. But he pulled it off really well. Thin black eyeliner on his mono-lids with soft cherry toned lip gloss that made his pouty lips look juicy and inviting. “Handsome enough to bury my face in your—pardon my French—pretty, fuckable tits?”

It's flabbergasting to me that there's no difference to be noted, except his jaw is considerably more defined and visible. I don't know many males who do not regress down in years when they cut off the full brush on their face. Their features ordinarily lose the maturity possessed beforehand with the beard. Not Mikael. What I'm saying makes scarce sense, but not a single ounce of manliness has faded from him. He might be more attractive now, even. No more are the distractions from his icy blue eyes, which smoulder brilliantly, scorching me through the puffy sleeves of my winter jacket. I battle the sudden urge to hide behind a barricade.

“You can’t see it much right now, but our royal princess has the most flawless and creamiest skin on the planet. Lucky bitch.” I laugh at her compliment and suddenly feel his fingers grazing my leg. “Oh, no. I can see.” As I redirect my eyes at him, my breath hitches in my throat. His eyes are just… Clearing it, I try to divert the tension that is building up and am glad, my mask hides most of my blush. “I was just blessed with good genes, but I paid for it with my nose.” I hold my hand in front of my mask, and everyone snickers.