Sinful Lashes Novels & Stories

“I know I've stolen your heart. Show some decency. Your husband might think you're swinging the other way.” Stolen my heart? Absolutely! With that God-I've-chosen-the-devil’s-way makeup. Because, what the hell? Her eyes were painted in this deep burgundy shadow that melted into black at the edges, like fire dying into ash. And then, there's the thin silver glitter tracing beneath her lashes, sharp and broken like cracked glass. And instead of smudged tears or messy lines, there were thin, black streaks drawn downward like cursed ink branches. It gave you the illusion that she was crying ink.

He sounded really exhausted. I remained unmoving for the next thirty minutes until his breath evened out, and his hold on me loosened slightly. I quietly turned in his arms, pushing the longer strands of his hair that hid his face behind his ears. Thick, curly lashes decorated his eyelids, falling over his cheekbones in long, graceful curtain-like wisps. And yet I had to do two coats of mascara to get the desired fullness I wanted for my lashes. God sure had his favorites. I counted six freckles on his eyelids—two on his left eye and the remaining four on his right.

I was mesmerized by the precision of her movements and the way she transformed herself into an ethereal vision. Next, she focused on her eyes, delicately lining them with a deep shade of charcoal. Her eyes seemed to come alive with each sweep of the brush, sparkling with a magnetic energy that drew me in. The subtle shimmer of the eyeshadow highlighted their vibrant hue, making them impossible to look away from. As she curled her long lashes, I marveled at the way they framed her eyes, adding a touch of elegance to her already captivating gaze. With a few coats of mascara, her lashes appeared longer and fuller, completing the mesmerizing effect.

she congratulated herself. Ginny was, indeed, very good. Gillian did not recognize herself when she looked in the mirror. Her long and curly lashes framed her brown-black pupils. Her Lapis Lazuli eyes looked more dramatic with the clever strokes of liquid eyeliner. Her long hair was pulled and tied into a bun. The severe hairstyle was softened by floating tendrils around her head. "Thank you, Genevieve!" she gasped aloud. "Beautiful Gillian. My Gillian," Rye murmured possessively.

Cocks, fingers, the slick silicone of Lila’s strap-on; they painted her face, her breasts, her tongue with release until she glistened under the harsh fluorescents. Victor saved his for last. He stroked himself twice and came across her parted lips, marking her in thick pulses she swallowed greedily. Later, in the dressing room showers, Lila washed her gently, fingertips tracing every bruise like she was reading braille. “You did well,” Lila murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the bite mark on Sasha’s shoulder. “Tomorrow night the audience sees what we just broke in.” Sasha leaned back against the tile, water sluicing the evidence down the drain, and smiled through split lips.

She was stunning. She had a heart shaped face with full red lips that were shaped for kissing and sucking a man's c*ck. Yes, sucking his c*ck. Her dark blue eyes that were almost too big for her face, were fringed with dark eyelashes. Her eyebrows were dark blond, several shades darker than her hair. Most of the soft waiving locks cascaded down her back while some spilled over her shoulder and curled around her breast.

She fakes a sob. She was right. The look was completed by my angelic makeup. Somehow, my dewy soft skin had been made to look so flawless and drool-worthy by the make-up artist. It was nude makeup, but my eyes had been made to look larger than usual and long black eyelashes framed them prettily. My lips were a dewy, soft hue of pink that looked kiss-worthy. Glittery silver eyeliner fanned my upper eyelids out to looked cat-shaped. “You’re so good at this,” I said in awe to the makeup artist. He only grinned modestly, but his eyes shone with pride in his work. “I try my best, miss.”

she explained before going back to the room where Fatima was getting ready and looking at her. It looks like the color combination for her face will be gold and black. Her eyeshadow is a combination of the two colors. The makeup artist is now putting contour on her face while the hairdresser is putting her hair up in a low bun. She was told to open her eyes and the person put fake lashes on her and she feels like it’s harder to see because of how big the eyelashes are.

“Suck my cock.” In his gaze, I was perceived as a privileged princess, a girl who revelled in the lavish trappings provided by her doting father. Time seemed to pause as I sensed his radiant eyes narrowing, their brilliance dimming. With delicate fluttering, his ebony lashes gracefully framed the exquisite gemstones, while his lips curled into a mysterious smile, filled with a mischievous allure.