Novel & Cerita Masculine Makeup

George frowned. "Of course not, I feel he is very fashionable!" Sigrid was a little excited. "For me, I think that those kinds of men that purposely speak softly and act like a girl are feminine. But I feel it is acceptable for males to have skincare and put on makeup. It's not like pregnancy, only females can get pregnant." George was speechless. He felt that he'd failed to trash talk Xavier. Instead, he just gave him a good impression in front of his wife. Would it be too late to take back what he had just said?

Even if I was lazy at times, I still enjoyed these small moments of self-pampering. Once my skin was prepped, I blow-dried my hair and opted for minimal makeup. A touch of moisturizer, a hint of cheek tint, and a few coats of mascara were enough to accentuate my features. To contrast the simplicity of my makeup, I carefully applied a deep red lipstick, the bold color adding a touch of sophistication.

“Thank you for your warm welcome. We will have champagne, please. “You are welcome, sir; your drink will be here in a jiffy. She left and came back with a bottle of Moet Chandon. She poured two glasses for me and Bryan and we hit our glasses lightly to cheer. “Mrs. Jane, we are ready for you this way, please. I couldn't tell if the person talking to me was a girl or a guy; the voice was masculine but his outfit and his makeup said otherwise. I stood up and waved at Bryan as I walked behind the person directing me. We got to a room; it was a makeup studio. The room was so big and bright; there was LD light in every corner of the room and a very long and big stand filled with makeup items. I c

I look at him, he looks so focused. "Close your eyes." I do so and he takes another piece of cotton, Gently passes it over my eyelids and removes the mascara. “It's okay, I'm done,” he said, throwing everything into the basket right next to the table. His hand still on the back of my neck, he caresses my cheek with his thumb. He smiles. “How do you manage to still be more beautiful without makeup?” “I don’t do it since it’s false. THE makeup is made to beautify. As if unless you imply that I don't know how to do my makeup."

Dan had described to his mistress. I opened my makeup drawer and bypassed the muted roses and the soft corals he preferred. I reached for a heavy, square tube I had bought in secret, hidden beneath the velvet lining of my jewelry box. I uncapped it, revealing a shade so deep and visceral it looked like an open wound. Blood Red. I applied it with surgical precision. The pigment was thick, matte, and unapologetic. It didn’t soften my features; it sharpened them into a blade. It turned my mouth into a weapon. This wasn’t makeup; it was war paint.

Paired with minimal makeup except for red lipstick. I look like I'm going to war. Perfect.

It was sophisticated, dangerous, and incredibly sexy all at the same time. I sat down at the vanity to do my makeup, taking my time with every step. I made it look absolutely impeccable, using sharp contouring to highlight my facial contours and cheekbones, giving me the fierce, striking look of a high-fashion supermodel. I did a subtle smokey eye and finished it with a nude, glossy lip.

I shake my head at him. “You are doing the most.” He hands me my bra and underwear anyway. “Your boobs are looking excellent,” he says seriously. “They are huge. I’m loving them.” I laugh. As I do my makeup, he’s getting dressed for work. He comes back in and leans against the counter, watching me. “Why do you wear so much makeup?” he asks gently. “You don’t need all that. A little light makeup and some gloss, you’re gorgeous.” I freeze, mascara wand hovering.

It's cute and it's color PINK! "Tss. Don't listen to her, Agape. This will be perfect to you. You need to show him the freaky side of yours at least once. And I'll tell you, he will never cheat on you. Like, NEVER. A hot, red lipstick will be its perfect partner. Plus a cat eyeliner. That will be enough." Katie pulled me away from Rosseau. And she immediately followed us, shouting at us. We reached the makeups section.

he chirped. I blinked. Wait a second—why did he sound so... effeminate? And then I got a good look at him. He was wearing a cropped pink sweatshirt that said BOYS LIE in glitter across the front, paired with high-waisted jeans and earrings shaped like little daggers. His makeup was perfect—long lashes, silver eyeshadow, glossy lips. I didn't even know someone could do a highlight like that. "Oh, hi," I said slowly, unsure if I was imagining this or still half-asleep.