Sexy Red No Makeup Novels & Stories

I silently went to sit in front of the vanity, knowing that there were far worse things that the men of the Cosa Nostra forced their women into instead of just revealing dresses. Glenna had pretty good makeup skills. She did my eyes first, making them appear like a cat. It kind of made my eye color pop. When she grabbed the lip color, I stopped her. I was more of a natural makeup kind of girl and red lipstick never really appealed to me, "I don't wear such bold colors..." Glenna rolled her eyes heavenwards, "This will make him kiss the floor that you walk on. Trust me. Red lipstick is a girl's secret weapon."

Only makeup is left to be done. She applied the minimal makeup but with hot red lipstick. She was so excited to see her husband. Quickly wearing a short knee length robe over her body, and leaving it open by not tying it. She sighed and nodded at herself. Making a sexy facial expression she was ready. Without wearing any shoes she walked out of the closet and looked at her husband who was on the bed.......SLEEPING!!!

I wanted to keep my makeup looking natural and thankfully Jules thought the same. We decided on going with nude shades for my eyes and paired with an eyeliner my eyes look alluring. Finishing my look off with a liquid highlighter and a peach-colored neutral lipstick was the perfect decision since it allowed my cheekbones and plump lips to stand out. I literally feel like a queen. “Oh I almost forget!” Jules exclaims disappearing out the room and then reappearing with a mask and a red velvet box in her hands. Giving me the mask decorated in the same color as my dress engraved with gold swirls to hold, she carefully opens the red box and there shines two beautifully crafted diamond stud earrin

The note read: "You look stunning in red. -D" Seraphina's heart skipped a beat as she reached out to touch the soft, silky fabric. She had a feeling this was going to be a night to remember... Moments later, there was a knock on the door. "Makeup and hair, courtesy of Damien," a cheerful voice announced. In walked a talented stylist, armed with a makeup bag and a hairbrush. Seraphina was taken aback but pleased by the surprise. She sat back and let the stylist work her magic, transforming her face with a natural yet elegant look. A soft, smoky eye, a subtle blush, and a swipe of red lipstick - the final result was stunning.

So I wore a gold wristwatch bangle and a ruby ring. I was never the type to wear makeup, aside from my foundation, lipsticks, and eye pencils, I didn't add anything else. So what I did was cut my brows, instead of always drawing them, I just had it cut into a permanent style with a little ark and brushed it with black gel every time I went out. I brushed my lashes after sharpening my eyes with the pencil and smeared on my dark red lipstick, similar to the red of my dress. "You should add dark blush to sharpen your cheeks as well, and add another shade of red to your lips so he won't be able to resist the urge to kiss you," Chelsea said teasingly.

I channeled all of my anger and frustration into my preparation for tonight's outing. My lips are coated with blood red lipstick. Ray dabbed on dark eye make up. She says it makes me look like a movie-star. The kind that has the men fumbling. My tiny bloodred dress leaves nothing to the imagination. Absolutely nothing. I have nothing underneath it. My nipples are hard and pointed through the fabric and it stops just underneath my ass. I know what you're thinking. You're right. I changed my mind a couple of hours ago when Ray showed me some trending video of Mr. Winchester on the net. He looked to be in a host club. Three women, kissing, riding, grinding, licking him.

Linda shrieked out. Mary hastily nodded with a satisfactory hum. Rosella dramatically bowed and flipped her hair. "Oh baby, I was born sexy," she replied, winking at them. The trio grinned. "Enough of that, lets do your makeup and hair and then we'll go!" Mary spoke. Rose hummed as her eyes in took their dressed up forms. Selena wore a red off-shoulder dress that rested till her mid thighs with a low bun as few of the strands fell on her face. Her smoky eyes and red tainted lipstick looked insanely sexy. However, Linda had wore a hot pink crop top which had a 'fuck-off,' sign at the front pairing it with an extremely short skirt. Her hair was loose and had a pair of hoops with a long silver

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.

Their eyes were filled with the terror of men trapped between death in front and death behind. A wine-red bodycon dress, the hem cut short to the upper thigh, over-the-knee boots with thin heels clicking a staccato rhythm on the marble. Her makeup was the kind of piled-on expense—eyebrows drawn without a single stray hair, lashes unnaturally dense, lips painted a dried rose color. But it was a mask. A cold, rigid, polished shell. Every brushstroke of foundation declared whose seed she came from, and also declared what that face was being used to cover up.

“That motherfucker is gonna shit a diamond when he sees you. If he doesn’t fall over, I will.” I smile, just a little. “Let him.” Jenna raises her mimosa. “To badass bitches in black.” We all clink glasses. The makeup artist quietly dabs powder along my jaw, pretending not to listen, but I see the way her eyes flick toward the mirror. I sit still while she works on my face. My skin is glowing, my cheekbones sharp, my lips brushed in a soft rose. Nothing too bridal. Just enough to make someone stare.