Masculine Makeup Novels & Stories

You'll get along with her, especially if you go shoe shopping and when it comes to makeup, so I'm sure you will like her. He slapped him on the forehead and shouted, "Only girls adore shopping and makeup dad." I sincerely guarantee him, "I'm gay." I adore makeup, but I prefer not to apply it to my face. I was actually confused for a girl the last time I donned makeup and a wig, which is flat. "What???" Mr. Wisconsin finally said, "All right, I'll leave you guys for now, I have to go," and gave me a gentle slap on the shoulder.

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

Why do my butt cheeks look bigger in pants? Damnnnn! I am a thick chick. I think I should wear Ethan's clothes more often, male clothes bring out the cool personality in me. I put some gel on my hair and set them back, which makes me look like a bad boy from 90s movies. With my makeup weapon, I draw light stubble and thick eyebrows which give me a masculine look. Perfect. I look so neat. A beautiful man. Girls, be aware. Hold your panties. I’m about to get naughty. Hahaha!

I wanted him to notice the woman beneath the gown. I started with makeup, applying it with careful, seductive intent. A light foundation smoothed my skin to a flawless glow. I swept a smoky taupe shadow across my eyelids, blending it to make my eyes appear larger and more alluring, then added two coats of black mascara that made my lashes long and dramatic. A touch of blush brought color to my cheeks, and I finished with a rich rose lipstick that made my lips look plump and inviting, slightly parted as if ready for a kiss. When I smiled at my reflection, the effect felt powerful. I looked feminine, confident, and undeniably seductive.

I really did want to make a statement but my makeup skill was lacking, the door cracked open and Ansel body stood right in front on his black silk shirt and black pants, his brown hair slightly wet and rough given him the classy sexy bad boy look. “you aren't ready yet?” his voice sounding nervous. My hand clinched onto the mascara in my between my figures. I wasn’t about to tell Ansel I don’t know the basis of wearing make up , what would he think of me but the thought of what he thought dismissed knowing I was going to take charge and act like I wasn’t going to just to piss him off. Putting back the Mascara in its case I looked up at him with my chin high , jaw relaxed and eyes stern.

The man smiles, “I think you look really cute with this hairstyle. With just a trim, you’ll look really adorable.” “Precisely. I don’t want to look adorable, I want to look hot and sexy,” I counter. The man nods in understanding, “Do you have a particular style in mind?” “Something that makes me look like a man! A masculine Man.”

I pick up my phone and pull up the email again. Three profiles. Three men. Three masks. The Gentleman. A half-mask, oni style. Elegant. Sharp. His photo shows a man with a jawline carved from patience, salt just beginning to thread through dark hair at his temples. A suit tailored like second skin. He looks like control. He smells like rules you want to break. His list: bondage, anal play, slow torture of the best kind. He likes precision over chaos. “I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.”

My skin prickled with a weird kind of intrigue. "Jesus," I said, rubbing my stomach as another cramp hit. "You scared me. Nice makeup, though. The whole undead thing? Very dedicated. Most guys just wear a plastic mask." "It is not makeup," he said. His voice was a low vibration that sent tingles all over my body. He stood impossibly still. "Right," I scoffed, shifting my weight. "Custom contacts and veneers too? You’re a dedicated cosplayer, I’ll give you that. Must have cost a lot to get your skin looking that pale."

“They make you look like a witch or someone very wayward.” Andra was silent for a while. She didn’t know how to react under such bluntness, especially coming from someone like Dominic. “Please, have them cut off.” He said. “Make them shorter or something. I have no problem with a woman making her nails as long as they look decent and short. The idea of makeup is to enhance the beauty and not to change the whole look and hide the natural beauty. I mean, just look at your nails. Take a good look at them.” He watched her eyes drop to her hands as she examined her nails. “Do you really like how they look?” he asked.

Handsome, muscled and driven, he is the prime example of masculinity. I slid my eyes from his arresting icy blues to his pointed nose, his lips beautifully formed in a cupid's bow and to his chiselled jaw which had slight stubble gave him a rugged, sexy look. The shirt he was putting on was doing little justice to his six pack abs covered underneath. The rippling muscles underneath the sleeves of his shirt fascinated me. I licked my lips entangled in the bliss of his manliness.