“What?”
“In the real cities, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you…in LA, no-one touches you. We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.” -Opening dialogue from the movie, “Crash”.
Man, what a *perfect* opening for this post! It conceptually links up to the text of the post above, and both are already visually linked, though you may not know it yet. And I absolutely *adore* the opening of that movie, the almost entirely abstract images of moving spots of coloured light, passing each other, through each other, following each other, flowing and dancing, representing cars, and then a voice emerges from the darkness that follows, saying the above quotation. Fucking perfect. I love it. That’s the artistic summary of the *entire* movie, in the first few minutes. Beautiful. Brilliant.
So here we are, brushing past each other in this virtual space, I love it when some of you aren’t in a rush and stop and chat when it happens. Thank you so much.
Touch.
All my life, all my various sensory receptors have run on overdrive, have constantly and consistently craved more and more input…
But my most heightened physiological reaction comes from touch. Texture.
Guess it’s no surprise then that I have an orgasmic penchant for lipstick… (Wonder why I didn’t realize that before?)
I love being touched as much as I love touching. Texture. The creamy velvet that produces a silken sheen on lips. The warm, milky silkness of skin. The liquid smoothness of a slinky, satin cocktail dress…
I just had a flash back of being a child and being dragged around with my mom on one of her shopping expeditions. I remember the lady’s clothing department of this one store she would often frequent. Without fail, every time I was there I would end up burying myself in a rack of clothing, the faux furs, the velvets, the satins, the silks, the chiffons. Always starting with my face and ending up entirely immersed. I remember the one time I got so carried away with the satins the whole rack came tumbling down. No one reprimanded me though and mom never discouraged me on future excursions.
The first time I snuck at mom’s tubes of lipstick (I was around 11 years of age), the amazement at discovering how wonderful it felt and wondering how come all the girls weren’t wearing it? It wasn’t like coffee, you saw all the big people partaking of it, but it was vile to my preadolescent senses. But not lipstick, lipstick was clearly one of those fun things you get to do when you’re big, like stay up after bedtime.
And I didn’t even know just how right I was then ;-)
So I’m a sucker for touch. But for the past couple of
months, owing to being a very faithful lass (well, it’s generally discouraged to be rude to girls so I’ve allowed one or two particularly cute one’s to have some of their way with me…but really, it’s been a while), I’ve been feeling extremely deprived. And that, in all honesty, is an understatement. To atone for this deprivation I’ve been indulging in as much textural sensory input as I can get when it’s Lady Lipstick’s *playtime*. Dressing in gently tickling lace, luscious leather, watery satins and
whispering chiffons, as well as incorporating feathers and cool, slick glass and sashes of succulent crushed velvet and lavish lotions and whatever else I can while partaking of my most *blissful* indulgence, lipstick. My current favourite make regarding texture,
incidentally, is L’Oreal Endless. It’s like liquid, creamy velvet to the touch, but has a beautiful glisten to the eye. Everything about it says “take your time, luxuriate in me.”
I’ve often been able to
have the whole digs to myself for an entire day lately and was feeling particularly *playful* so I thought to blow it on three such sessions, each indulged in at length and it did such wonders for my mood I thought I simply had to celebrate by doing photoshoots of each.
These are as depicted in the above post and the following… (and here the aforementioned feather)
Let’s celebrate people! :-)
4 comments:
I have no words for this post that could do justice to the thoughts in my head.
It is a sublime beauty that is able to transport one from a 2 dimensional image to an actual sensation...to actually quivering with anticipation as you get nearer to touching yourself.
As previously mentioned....I truly consider you a gift in my life.
Thank you for your passion, honesty and openness.
I feel 'touched' indeed.
-An LL Fan
My god, I wish my wife was as open as you, she knows I love lipstick and I try and bring it in to our lovelife but she thinks it's stupid how I could be turned on by this. Ive never told her I've been turned on by lipstick since I was to young to remember, the smell, feel, taste,all drives me crazy! I gave her 2 new lipsticks in her stocking this year, and she just rolled her eyes at me, and makes me feel like I'm a fool! Just to mention I'm 37 and a good looking guy so I'm told buy lots of women, and I just wonder if I married the wrong girl? I've fantisized so much about using a whole tube of lipstick in a love making session, on both of our bodies like you do, it is so hot!!!
LL Fan: Please consider this a reciprocal relationship. I appreciate your honesty, openness and passion as much. Ain't it so *delectable* when it works out that way;-) It's honour to have one such as you privy to these *touching* moments...
Note to all: Everyone *please* contribute to the below discussion! Any other advice to add would be *great* to hear! Thanks XXX
Upser: *Ouch*! I'm so deeply, sincerely sorry to hear that's the position you're in! It's an old subject of discussion at http://www.lipstickfetish.org
To my mind, to have one's lipstick fetish viewed as "stupid" or "ridiculous" is FAR worse than it being completely beyond someone's understanding...in this case there is at least the opportunity to lead someone to understand it.
With that option out for you, you'll have to try another method of approach. Being as member of the feminine species, I'm willing to do this...but I must caution you: I'm not married. That's whole new ballgame so I'm no authority on this advice.
But hey, sounds worth a try... There's no reason why you can't have a satisfying sexual life in your marriage.
One thing you must understand about the bosom-adorned sex is that it's always better to lead us into an idea step by step...in such a way that makes us believe that it was OUR IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE.
So, for a time, disguise your *lipstick delight* as a delight in HER. You think she is beautiful, a goddess, and to adorn her in lipstick (take your time getting to the more *juicier* places) is a means of you intensifying her inherent beauty, a means of worshipping it. Get to her to understand it as being part of your desire for her. Display the image of her with lipstick on, and nothing else (make sure the lighting in the room is flattering to her figure and appearance) to herself by making her stand in front of a mirror. All the while caressing her and whispering in her ear how incredibly sexy she looks and how you can barely keep your hands off her.
Once you've got her feeling like lipstick enhances her beauty the next step should be to getting her to associate lipstick with sex. This might take time. If she's not wearing it, make SURE a tube is visible to her while you're partaking of each other's bodies (never underestimate the power of subliminal information). Penultimately, get her to apply it on to her lips, in front of a mirror, while you enter her from behind- getting her to associate the feeling of lipstick and the feeling of sex as almost inseparable.
Hopefully some of this advice will get you to the situation you want to have.
The major trick will be not getting impatient along the way... Think of it as a hunt, a deeply desired prize to be won which is all the sweeter for having the thrill of working to attain it.
Anticipation can be *so* delicious ;-)
Often times as good as finally getting the prize.
I wish you the acquisition of your lipstick *bliss* this year! Feel free to fill in time here while you wait ;-)
You put TWO tubes of lipstick in her stocking?! I'm jealous! Those creamy vestiges of lust and leisure are really expensive here! And it gives me a heck of *kick* to know I'm wanted, damn. Nothing says to me, in a more sexy way, 'I want you' like a gift of lipstick. I like delivering the same message on occassion...that clandestine tube of brand new lipstick left on his pillow...
Okay, I can't take it anymore, I need to go indulge myself RIGHT NOW!
Come back with happy stories Upser!
Hello Lady,
I'm Eric (I wrote to you before).
Since you ask us for ideas, here's one : I have a channel on youtube called "redandblueforus". It's dedicated to "lipstick live" and I would be highly flattered to have a video of you on this site.
The idea is to show lipstick applied not in this "tutorial" formal way, but in real life, in public places, by extrovert ladies who like to show their passion for lipstick to an "audience" wherever they are when they happen to fill their lips with colour.
You worshiper Eric.
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