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 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.

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 look amazing, so beautiful even without my makeup. One look at the wall clock has me dropping my ass quickly on my makeup chair. Without wasting time, I begin applying my makeup with gentle strokes, choosing to go for a nude look and finishing up with glossy lips and smoky eyes. Thanks to Sarah, I am now addicted to cat eyeliners, so I'll be adding that too.

she demanded, shoving my chin while releasing me. “And get him some mouthwash! It smells like he swallowed a bucket of cum!” At least they weren't putting on a full face of makeup this time. Last time, I got eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush, and lipstick. I thought I looked ridiculous, but the Alphas ate it up…

Instead of getting angry, Celine smiled and thanked Zack for accommodating her wishes. The next day, Celine's family was busy, especially Gina. The girl sat with concentration. In front of her, a feminine-looking man was applying makeup to his face. The man's hands skillfully shaped symmetrical and neat eyebrows. He then applied two-color eyeshadow matching Gina's skin tone. After that, the man applied eyeliner and mascara to Gina's eyelashes. The combination of solid eye makeup and soft lips made Gina look wonderful. Anyone would be mesmerized seeing the girl. Not to mention Gina's future husband, who had been ready at home since earlier.

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.”

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.