hot action

It gives me great pleasure to present the Hot Action guide to make-up and aesthetics for young women.

Most of the women I sleep with are natural beauties and have no real need for makeup. Nonetheless, here are a few crucial points.

First of all, go easy on that eyeliner, will you? You look like a raccoon on heroin.

Same with lipstick. A little lipstick goes a long, long way.

You might have assumed that a deep, crimson shade of red lipstick is the sexy choice. It wouldn't be a bad choice, either. But I'm going to share with you the hotaction theory of lipstick:

Your lipstick colour should function as an advertisement for the colour of your nipples.

Whether it's the sweetest pale pink or the deepest golden brown, let me know what I'm getting. Take your time to find the correct shade. It's important.

Putting on lipstick in a man's presence is a highly seductive act. I do like to watch. If you're going to make me watch you put on lipstick, then you might as well just sit down beside me and rest your head against my shoulder and reach out to touch my stomach and leave your hand there.

Lip gloss will give you that hot, wet, glistening look. Very kissable. I almost prefer it to lipstick. Putting on lip gloss is a surrogate for holding your breast in one hand and my hard cock in the other as you squeeze hot slippery fluid out of my cock-head and rub it around on your nipple.

If you're just sitting around at the bar, an even better plan would be to take your bottle of Astroglide out of your purse and squirt a little bit on your fingers.

Rub your fingers together. Then rub your fingers on your lips. Close the bottle and put it back in your purse. Wipe fingers on skirt. Look me in the eye. Smile.

This has never actually happened to me, which is probably a good thing because I think my cock would rip right through the front of my pants.

Anyway. The real issue we have to deal with here is: what are you going to do about all those bruises on your arms?

How are you going to explain the bruises to your friends? You already used the old "falling down the stairs" excuse. "Oh, I'm just clumsy." Yeah right.

Your friends are getting worried about you. Hey, I'm a sensitive guy, I don't want to put you in an awkward situation. So how are you going to explain it to them?

How are you going to explain to them that you like it when I pin you down against the bed and grip your arms so tightly that I leave finger-shaped bruises all over your biceps?

How can you tell your friends that you like it when I flip you over on your stomach, grab your arm and twist it around behind your back? When I slap your ass and tell you to arch your back, stick your ass up in the air, stick it up higher?

When I grab a handful of your hair and pull, pull your hair, pull your body, pull you all the way back onto me? When I slap you, spank you, slam you? How can you tell your friends that sometimes you like being taken like a dirty little tramp, your ass in the air, screaming and whining as my cock rams into you, filling up your aching wet pussy?

Do you think your friends would understand if you said, "I like asking for his come?" And just because you are nice enough to say "please," I will take my cock out, push you down on your back and straddle you, and let you have it all over your tits?

As I come so hard that I pretty much black out, and wake up some moments later lying on the whole opposite side of the bed? ...Only to see you watching me as you rub semen all over your breasts and then lick your fingers off?

How can you begin to explain all this?

You'd better just wear long-sleeved shirts for the next couple of days.