As I looked around to make sure nobody was watching me, I lurked among "Red Cherry Lashes," “Urban Decay Fast Easy Sexy Insta-lush," and “Tartiest Pro Cruelty-Free Goddess." It may sound like an S&M shop, but it was just the cosmetics aisle of my local drugstore.
My secret fetish started after I'd told a protégée half my age how lovely she looked. “I just had a makeover. I’m into falsies,” she revealed. Not padded bras: Eyelashes.
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