1 comments/ 22108 views/ 4 favorites Makeup Sex By: Goddess68 I am laying on the bed crying after this fight we had. So frustrating for it to be like this. To be at odds and have no real way of understanding why it has to be that way. I know you were in a bad mood and I was in a bad mood as well but there is no reason to lash out like we did at each other. Unfortunately it seems that the people you most care about in the world are the ones you have the ability to hurt most with a glance or a tone or simply the words used, especially when things told in confidence are tossed back into your face meant to cause pain. The sobbing subsides and I am now trying to get my poor nose unstuffed and I am sure my face is red and puffy, with makeup everywhere. I lay stretched out with my arms around the pillow and my head resting on one arm. Thinking over what happened now and wondering what could have been said differently that would have changed the course of things. I feel the bed dip with your weight and your hand lightly run up my back and caress my hair. Softly almost tentatively you touch me. I turn over and look up at you not saying anything. I can see in your eyes that you are not angry anymore. I start to sit up and reach my fingertips to your jawline, feeling the slight stubble from the day there as my fingers trace it. I start to whisper that I am so sorry and you put your fingers over my lips and shake your head. Our lips meet and tongues touch, entwining, igniting the passion that is always so quick between us both for sex as well as anger. Instantly we are rolling onto the bed, kissing frantically, tugging at the confining clothes. Hungering for each other to erase the pain. Needing to be skin to skin, trying to soothe the pain we caused each other just moments ago. You push me down roughly now all clothing strewn around us, still kissing me and I feel your hands on my ass as your cock finds me wet already and you enter me hard. I moan against your lips and wrap my legs around your waist, meeting every hard thrust you make with my own. I want so bad to be a part of you right now, ease the hurt that my words caused, ease the pain that your words caused. Our bodies are straining for release, as we move against each other hard both gasping at the friction that we are not used to. Release comes quickly for both of us and we lay there. You roll over and pull me with you so I am laying over your side. My head is on your chest and you are stroking my hair. I run my fingertips slowly over your chest and down your side grinning at the goosebumps this creates. I look up at you and smile and you smile back at me. We start whispering to each other, apologizing and then laughing at our silliness earlier. I move up and kiss you letting my tongue touch yours and tease it, outlining your lips and then work my way down your neck, across your chest. Flicking each nipple with my tongue and teasing each one with my teeth lightly nipping. Grinning up at you as I tease my way down your body, across your stomach and abdomen telling you that you deserve to be punished for your earlier actions. You quick intake of breath tells me you like the feeling of your cock between my heavy breasts as I work my way down. Hearing you groan as my hands and lips and tongue glide down past your now erect cock, barely grazing it as I move past and down your left thigh. Looking up at you as I slowly move down to your left calf and back up again with my lips and tongue, my hands on your right thigh now moving downward with my lips following from your left thigh. Softly blowing on your balls as I move past them to the right thigh and downwards following my hands. Looking up at you as I work my way back up from your right calf and seeing the need in your eyes I take the right testes into my mouth. Gently, reverently using my tongue and suckling at the same time and hearing your gasp of pleasure and moan of almost relief that I am finally there. Making sure to give the left testes the same exact treatment I wrap my hand around your hard cock and rub my thumb over the tip. Spreading the droplets of precum over the head so I can use it as lube I wrap my fingers around the shaft and slowly move them up and down while my tongue touches that sensitive spot right under your balls. Then I run my tongue up until it is following my fingers, tracing a line from the base of your shaft to the tip. My tongue circles around the tip, glorying in the sweet taste of your precum still leaking. Taking your glorious cock into my mouth and sucking as I move downwards and swirling my tongue while one hand moves in unison with my mouth and the other is caressing your balls. I glance up at you loving having your cock in my mouth and catch your eyes watching me. All of a sudden you reach down and pull me up your body and kiss me hard. I find myself flipped over and you are entering me from behind, pressing me into the mattress. Your hard cock finds my tight, wet, hot pussy and I hear you groan into my hair as you drive hard into me again. I moan at the feeling of your hard body up against my back and ass and move my hips back up against you as you keep driving hard into me. This is rougher than before and I am reveling in the pleasure as you drive hard and deep over and over. I feel the familiar tightening and realizing I cannot hold it any longer I tell you I want it harder please, that I am going to come and not to stop. I tell you I want to feel your cum coating my pussy and mixing with mine which sends you right over the edge with me. I feel you grab my hair as you pull me back into you hard as you thrust once, twice more and then groan and collapse onto me. Breathless but grinning, we roll over to our side and I whisper to you that if this is going to be the outcome of the next fight that I am ready to get started with that one straightaway. You laugh and say lets not and say we did as we roll back over and start kissing again. Makeup Sex Terry had to blush. She had never realized that her emission would have been taken that way. And here was Stick, apologizing. She had been so furious, batting at him with fierce lashes; now she was all wrung out with grief. Stick was all retracted and small, as if he'd shrunk overnight, and he was standing with his cap off, recalcitrant, abject, telling her how sorry he was that he had hurt her. It was a shock of recognition for her as she realized what he had thought, and why he had remonstrated as he had. Sometimes words had a way of meaning several different things; it was a misunderstanding, that was all, but it had almost ruptured their beautiful friendship. Terry looked up shyly at her boyfriend and, somehow, she knew that she had been forgiven. Stick turned around gradually with joy, straightening back up and looking taller than she could remember him ever having looked before. He came close to Terry, lending her some color as he leaned in close. "Thank you, darling. I'd like to show you my applicator now, if you don't mind." Did she mind? She suddenly was flustered, as if she had never seen one in her life. This boy was different. She'd wipe up his messes and scrub his troubles away, she knew, if only he let her know for sure that he wanted and needed her. "Bring it out, Sticky sweetheart." Stick stood up even taller, glowing with a purple gleam that excited Terry more than she had ever been before. Looking down, she saw Sticky's applicator bobbing eagerly before her, Q-tip slightly wet and softly beckoning to her. She touched Sticky from the tip of his head down all the way to his foundation—and then to the soft purse below, where she found his delicate, fuzzy cotton balls. She caressed them gently, looking up at Stick's proud form. Then she stood up and kissed him on the head, murmuring, "I'm opening my compact for you, Stick. I always told myself I'd never open it for anyone until I met the right one for me. Here it is. This is yours now. Come inside, my darling." Stick, amazingly, stood up even taller, spinning around three times until he was as rigid and long as the towel rod on the wall. Terry glanced down and saw his mirror image reflected in her own surface, and knew this was the time she had always waited for so impatiently. She thought she should have felt scared, but strangely she was breathing easily, emotionally prepared, happy and excited. Stick moved closer to her delicate compact, clicking the clasp open easily; even he looked surprised. He moved his head in, but at first the compact was TOO compact for him to enter. However, he reached forward to her and gently massaged the clip, which shone pinkly like a jewel case. When he had kissed and manipulated her soft clip for a time, it had her so excited that she was soon dripping with mineral oils. Stick was now able to move in smoothly, opening the compact's gap wider and wider. Terry gave a sudden gasp of astonished joy and nearly swooned as Stick glided deep inside her shimmering compact, raising a cloud of powder such as she had never imagined she could have done in all her life. The applicator seemed to have a mind of its own and it was visiting her delicate brown hinge, her sparkling mirror, her pink clip (again!), and Stick was being polished to a high gloss by her soft, warming touch. The little purse with its sweet cotton balls contracted even as Stick seemed to be growing ever longer. They were both panting and sweating, melting into each other as if they would soon be one, and they both wished for the union to be permanent. Terry realized suddenly, as Stick rammed ever faster and harder into her gushing compact, that her man was not at all the roguish rouge she had initially taken him for. No, Lip Stick had a smile that was only for her—a smile that lesser cloths would have ripped themselves into two for. And she possessed him entirely: they both knew it now. He was Lip Stick, but she was surely not going to get chapped by him again. This one would not run, even in hot weather, and she treasured his reliability. They both realized now that the time had nearly arrived. The Bard of Avon would have said that ripeness is all; now the time was ripe, and they shouted each other's names as they came together to the point of no return—and no refund. They called out Lauder and Lauder, loving each other in a perfect moment of elation. The eruption happened then; Terry was covered up with their wetness, making a happy change to her usually dolorous face; it was the most amazing facial she had ever imagined. Mineral oil was mixed with Stick's effusive, cold cream, and their colours blent together as they dissolved into a thrilled, exhausted stillness. "I love your cover, girl," Stick muttered gratefully, "and I love you. Terry darling, you're the only one for me. I'll rub myself all over your lips until I waste away to nothing, and never regret it." Terry's eyes were wide, but she fought to keep her tags covered until she was sure. "Stick? Dear, what are you saying? Keep going," she urged. Lip Stick moved close to Terry, and she could feel his heart beating next to hers. "Miss Terry Cloth, I am yours. I think you know that. I wanted to ask you if you would also be mine. Terry my towelette, my serviette, my own...." He broke off for a moment, and reaching behind himself into the pile of attire that had been dumped onto the floor earlier, he brought out a small box and extended it to her. She took it up with a thrill of anticipation. Could this be what she thought it was? Stick resumed. "Dear heart, would you do me the honor of becoming my own lawfully wedded wiper? Will you wrap me up at night and dry my tears when I'm sad? Will you marry me?" Terry, her eyes brimming with her own happy tears, opened up the box and saw inside it the sweetest ring she had ever seen, and she knew it was for her—and that this was the beginning of a new life for her: one she would share with her man, always. "Yes, Stick. I will." They kissed and held each other, and the promise was made. The story might have been made up in heaven, and this makeup sex had not only saved face; it had made their lives young and beautiful forever, for they would renew and envigorate each other for all their years. The world was revitalized, lifted, cleansed. They would share a Lancome-Sweet-Home, and there was nothing they wanted more than that. Makeup Sex The Breakup "You know what, Vanessa?" I said with anger, "You have the worst attitude and the nastiest disposition of any person in the history of mankind. I don't need this bullshit in my life. There are countless women out there that would love to go out with me." She laughed, sarcastically, and said, "Yeah I know. Even when we go out to the club or the movies, you can't help yourself from coming on to them. Maybe one of those skanks is willing to be your trophy girlfriend, but not me. I have this arcane object inside my head called a brain, and that seems to intimidate you." Man, she knew how to push my buttons. "Coming on to them? More bullshit. It keeps on coming, doesn't it? Vanessa, I can't control what other people do. It is true that other girls flirt with me, but I always end it right then and there. There is no need to feel jealous to the point of rage that you experience. I admit, I can be judgmental sometimes, shallow, and inconsiderate to you. I am not a Saint or perfect, but neither are you." She wasted no time firing back at me. "I swear, anytime I show any kind of independence, you become annoyed and argumentative. I have the nerve to contradict the great Christian Godspeed! It gets really old, really fast. I am not your goddamn groupie. Yes, you're talented and gifted. Yes, I find you magnetic and charming. Yes, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but not as a trophy to hang on your mantel." I was at my wit's end. "Vanessa, this is just not working out. I don't want to be with you anymore. I'll be dead of a heart attack before I'm 45 if we stay together. I'm sick of you, and all of your paranoid schizoid antics. Nice knowing you, I wish you the very best." I stormed out the door to her apartment, 1 million percent certain never to return. I just knew that any second, she would be chasing after me, and begging me to come back after realizing what she was giving up. I already had two or three comebacks in my mind just for this moment. Only, it never was. Incredibly, it was apparent that Vanessa also thought ending the relationship was the best way to go. That bitch! I thought to myself, fuck her, then, I don't need this crap. I'll go where I am wanted. Whether Vanessa knew it or not, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She was around 5'7" with a tone (but not ripped) physique. Of both Mexican and Ecuadorian descent, she had a tanned complexion all year round. A natural brunette, her hair complemented her tanned skin. I must admit that the first time I met Vanessa, I could not believe how sensual her lips were. They were not too big and puffy, but definitely not average or thin. Since we worked for the same company, I would see her on a regular basis. My mind would fill with "impure thoughts" of the oral kind. She would act oblivious to my staring and daydreaming, but she was sharp, and aware of any attention passed her way. She knew I was checking her out, and she loved it (at least, that is what she told me later on when we hooked up). If it wasn't her lips driving me crazy, it was her derrière. When she would wear those tight blue jeans, or khaki Capri pants, I would go bonkers! She would wear fullback underwear, what some "gangsta hoes" might deem "granny panties", but I loved them. Jesus, I am a pig, aren't I? Her smell was intoxicating. She would take two showers every day, one in the morning and one at night. She would use Irish Spring soap, bar and liquid, for everything except her hair. If you've never used it, Irish Spring has an extremely unique smell, unique but pleasant. Sex was one of a couple weapons Vanessa had in her arsenal against me. It was also the most powerful one, and she knew it. The Fuckup I was at a sports bar on a Saturday night, less than a week after me and Vanessa called it quits. The bar was called Some Place Else. Well, they must have read my mind because going someplace else was the first inclination I had when I walked in the door. The music was shit, the beer was room temperature, and it is hard to hear anyone speak because of the loud scratchy music. I wasn't alone. One of the women at work, Kathy (or Kat), must have known Vanessa and me broke up because she honed in on me like an eagle. At first, I shrugged off her advances, mainly because I am not a scumbag, and was never unfaithful to any woman in my life. The only thing was, though, Vanessa and I were no longer a couple, technically. So if I wanted to seduce every woman in the world, how can anyone blame me and call me unfaithful? So, after touching on it in my mind while at Someplace Else, and once I had acquitted myself of one count of First-Degree Planned Casual Fucking While On Temporary Breakup, I was guilt-free (and piss drunk) enough to take my Sidekick-of-the-Night Kathy back home for some late night fun. Kat was more than willing to join me on this adventure, so we took a cab back to my apartment. If you are ever in this situation, whether you're a man or woman, just remember these three words: the spare key. Once we entered my apartment, and closed the door, Kat and I giggled with excitement, flirting back and forth in the doorway entrance while taking off our shoes. Right after she got her shoes off, Kat unzipped the fly to her jeans, and promptly slid them off to reveal her sexy frame, clad in only a skimpy pink pair of silk panties. Still frozen from Testosterone Shock, I gawked at her body, thinking how I was going to savor every moment with this amazingly sexy woman leaning on me wearing almost nothing. Just as I was about to get my pants off right there in the doorway, Vanessa pops out from the living room. She started to say, "Hey, sorry to be here, I just came by to drop off the spare key and I was overcome by our...What the fuck? Who the fuck is this bitch?" Before either of us could respond to Vanessa, she started yelling, "I should have known! We have a fight and then you're off fucking everything in sight! Thank GOD, I finally figured out just how big of a grease ball you really are. Fuckoff and die!" After that, she grabbed her pocketbook and stormed right by us and out the door. Hearing her car screech as it took off, I was sure the night was going to be over. Even though I knew that Kat knew about the breakup, she played dumb and tried to play it off as if it didn't matter if we hung out, married, or engaged. We started to kiss, but I just couldn't break my mind away from the incredible guilt I was feeling. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought. You just crushed the heart of someone who loves you, regardless of what happened a week ago. What a fuckup I am. The Makeup Another week passed by without as much as a word from Vanessa. That old saying about not knowing what you really have until it is gone, is dead on balls accurate; for me it is anyway. The first thing that most guys really miss is the shallowest of them all: yup, sex on tap. Girls love it too, just like guys, but they experience it on a deeper level. I am walking home from the corner deli a couple of days after the incident with Vanessa and Kat. I am torn up inside. Almost every older relative I have ever had has at least one story about the proverbial "one that got away" and I figured I would be joining the club the next time the books were open. With that in mind, I opened my apartment door, and stepped inside. Once I closed the door, there was a surprise waiting for me. If you ever run into this situation, just think about these eleven words: be happy that you forgot to take back the spare key. There, in the hallway, stood Vanessa; she was wearing a bright-white set of bra and panties, and nothing else. She looked so AMAZING that I was stumbling over my words trying to make sense of why she was here. "Do you like?" she said as she swung her hips a bit, lowering one shoulder and then the other. Man, I didn't have a chance of walking away from this. "I thought I would never see you again," I said. "Yeah, likewise, but I know that despite our differences, you are the one and only man to love me for who I really am, and not just for what I look like." She said, in a quiet but steady voice. "Actually", I began, "that is also what makes me love you. Life without you seems dull and empty. I promise I'll change. Whatever it takes to make this work, I am willing to do. If you wanted me to do a 3-handed pushup, I would without question." She giggled at my joke. She always laughs at my humor, sometimes she is the only one that does. Before she could mutter another word, I grabbed her gently and pulled her into me by her waist. Looking up into her magical brown eyes, I got real serious, really quick. "I'm sorry for being an asshole. That girl that was here, Kat..." and before I could finish my sentence, Vanessa cut me off. "Wait! I only have one question, well two maybe. Did you? And if you did, do you love her?" "No, she left after you did. And no, she was a rebound thing", I assured her. She gave me a look as if she thought I was full of shit. "I swear! Really. She was in her undies because she took them off without me saying a word. After you left, she tried to get me back in the mood, but I felt guilty and asked her to leave. You want to know everything? Fine. If you hadn't shown up, then yeah I have no doubt that we would have had sex. Nevertheless, you did, and we didn't. In my opinion, fate played a huge part in that." She nodded and was about to say something else, until I began kissing her. Her lips were warm with fresh lipstick painted on them, and already all kinds of impure thoughts raced through me, and no doubt into her. Her breath was sweet, by taste and smell, from the gum she had been chewing. I slid my hands down to her backside, up and under, and lifted her. She squeaked in joking manner when I picked her up unexpectedly. We both giggled. She rubbed my arms as I carried her to the bed. She always loved my arms. In fact, she bought me a pair of those black forearm grips for Christmas one year. I obliged and have since gone nowhere without those grips. As a result, my forearms look like Popeye's, defined and thick. You see? Clever girl is awesome when it comes to creating what she wants. Man, I love that about her. Laying her on the bed, I kept my hold on her, and took my shirt off. I was a little chilly at first, but when she pulled me down onto her, the warmth was inviting and comfortable. I knew what she wanted. It is what all of us really want from our lover, and she was no different. I kissed her, starting from between her breasts, and moving slowly down her body an inch at a time. The closer I got to her pleasure spot, her anticipation and impatience increased. Slow and steady, I reached the top of her panties. She let out a quiet moan as I stroke the outside of her panties with the back of my hand. I kissed and licked all around her pussy, anywhere and everywhere except for there. I spread her bare thighs open just a bit, enough room to rub the inside of one thigh while licking the other. Her moan grew in length so much that it really became a pleasure and tension filled groan. I licked the outside of her panties, and she was looking all crazy, she was losing herself in the moment. The more I waited and teased, the more impatient she became. "Come on already," she beckoned "please Christian! Please just lick me there already! You're driving me insane!" I knew what she wanted. She loved the foreplay, and delaying; we both did. Every time either of us was about to cum, we would both stop immediately before, and not have an orgasm. This took some practice, but we were both pros at it by now. The more you build up and stop, it multiplies the orgasm at the end by at least ten. We've done it before, and the orgasms at the end nearly killed both of us with pleasure. Before she died of tension, I slid her white panties off and threw them to the ground next to the bed. Now, she was geared up even more. I wasted no time going to her pussy and, seeing she was wet, it didn't take much tongue work to get her going again. As I curled up my tongue, I slid it in and out of her, repeatedly, stroke after stroke. Then I did the unthinkable, I put two fingers inside her while giving her head at the same time. I went inside her with them, and motioned them back and forth in a "come hither" manner. Yup, her g-spot. Once I started hitting her g-spot with consistency, she was squealing like you wouldn't believe. She was just about to cum; I could see it. So, I immediately pulled out and stopped everything. Erotic is an understatement. We were delving into the Epic. She begged me, literally begged me to finish her off. I rejected her request, stating our agreement. She always told me not to give-in when she does that. So, I didn't. After about two more rounds of that, I commenced our trip to Blissville. Cupping and licking her sweet pussy until she came. Instead of being loud, she was rather silent. Her body explained everything though. Twisting violently and holding her breath in as she jerked and swerved in the bed, just like when you stretch in bed after waking up. Only this was much more intense. I could feel her go. I could taste it, smell it, and hear it. That lasted about 20 full seconds, a virtual marathon in orgasm terms. I loved her, so it was just as important to me that she enjoy her experience as much as I do. I knew I had achieved my goal. She was smiling and groaning, and then she turned me over onto my back. "Now it's your turn baby," she proposed. Of course, I didn't mind. She had me in her mouth quickly. Her tongue and saliva were warm. Every time she caressed the head, I would twitch with excitement. She went up and down my shaft, kissing, licking, and nibbling the most sensitive areas. She was so into giving me pleasure. That kind of connection can be gotten no other way. Gradually, she sped up her up and down motion, and right as I told her, "I'm gonna cum, stop stop!" she stopped. She did this over, and over, and over, and over again. I told her to stop and get on top of me. I was ready. She did just that. Once she was on top, she licked her hand and massaged me with it. I felt every skin cell come alive down there. My God, what could be better than this? She rubbed the tip of me along the outside of her pussy. Eventually, I was in her, and she was slowly rocking back and forth. "Talk to me," she said "tell me you want me to cum baby. Tell me, please." I obliged. "I want you to cum on my cock; I demand that you do it. Faster, faster!" "Okay, I'll do it, I'll do it, I am, oh my God, here it comes again, oh my G....." she yelled as I reached the falling off point with her. Finally, we clutched one another's head and hair as we came. I exploded inside of her. All the tension, and all the delays made my cum hotter than it ever was as I filled her. She felt that too, and loved it. We kissed and rested in our final position for 30 minutes. I told her, "Man, that was un-fucking believable! We should fight more often!" She laughed with me. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, better than makeup sex.