The lipstick color was ‘Heroine’. Not ‘violet’ or the sweeter, passive ‘lilac’: something to be plucked and displayed in a vase, sniffed delicately. The color of an insignia on a page, an action-movie costume. Panned up to reveal a direct gaze, holding with an adversary in the face of certain danger.
And though not dangerous in the usual way, I looked up into an unfamiliar face, wide, dark eyes sliding lower in tandem with the movement of my lips on his shaft. Halfway down, his lashes screened his eyes, giving him a shyly lazy look. I popped him out of my mouth: a wet, thick, treat of a cock, glistening under the fluorescent lights. His gaze flicked from my smile further downward, exhaling in a sharp huff; I didn’t need to look to know he was seeing the smudge of purple lipstick near the base, shading faintly upward toward the foreskin and shiny, delicate head. The pinks of my tongue and that sensitive skin shockingly close, intimate, as I lapped while he was watching, enveloping him once more between soft and clever – if slightly less brightly colored now – lips.
I had to stop watching, had to give myself over to my pleasure – because it was mine, as well as his. I listened to his guttural moans, followed their intensity and melody where they took me – faster, deeper, inhaling the scents of saliva and cologne and cock and this anonymous room as I regulated my breathing like any other woman, rushing to the culmination of action. Savored the salty harbinger and strangled warning of his come. Ignored the trickle of answering moisture between my own thighs, and only kept going.
Greedily, hungrily – expectantly –, finally, taking what he had to give me, feeling one hand clutch at my shoulder, gripping hard as if he did not trust his own fingers to hold me. His other thumb rested at the side of my neck as I swallowed, my approving moan ending in a smile as I heard it echoed above me. I eased him out and away, both of us appreciating the telltale swath of purple nestled, a secret identity, at the base of his cock, peeking from the thatch of dark hair. I licked my own now merely-pink lips and smiled, the transformation back to ordinary citizen complete.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9toyal/mf_heroine_lipstick_and_yes_its_a_real_color
A true sexual heroine! Great read