Freedom

Freedom: A representation:

“You say the word, you know I will find you,
or if you need some time, I don’t mind…
I don’t hold on
to the tail of your kite.
I’m not like the girls that you’ve known,
but I believe I’m worth coming home to
kiss away night
this girl only sleeps with butterflies…
with butterflies…
so go on and fly
boy…”

– Tori Amos, “Sleeps With Butterflies”

*Storytime* (Preamble)

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*Storytime*

She paces restlessly across her room, a blur of wisping satin, grazes of crushed-velvet, raspings of sheaths of chiffon, the faintest flutterings of the gentlest of cottons, whispers of streaks of lace, caressing her naked flesh in her wake…
It’s a Saturday night, outside her bedroom window is an evening painted in colours so rich you could taste them. She licks her lips.
She has a date and she’s nervous…she has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous. She catches a glint, pauses infront of the full-length mirror by her dressing table, the last wisps of colour finally sighing into stillness in her periphery. Her eyes travel up the curves of her body to the source of the glint…her eyes. “Goddamnit, I’ve got that look in my eyes”, she thinks to herself. Therein lies the problem…
The sparkle in her eyes is more than reflected light, there’s electricity dancing there, curcuitry crackling with anticipation, glistening, jostling waters…
She leans in for a closer inspection…yes, her bottom lip is quivering, she knows her body well,
she knows what that means…

She’s not nervous about her date you see, she’s nervous about this animal writhing beneath her skin, craving the taste of flesh on flesh…the feel of juices flowing and mingling in silken abandon… It’s been ceaselessly clawing at the glowing heat between her legs…
“I have to get this look off my face”, she deliberates, “this guy’s going to think I’m an utter slut if he sees how-”, her eyes fall on one of the tubes of lipstick littering and glittering all over her dressing table, betwixt powders and candles and odd trinkets. This particular tube is called “Merlot Red”, an intoxicating wine-red colour. She knows it well. Knows the indescribably sexy, smooth texture of it being smeared onto her lips. A small, ever-so-slightly wicked smile touches the corner of her mouth… “Perhaps the solution to my problem lies not in getting this look off my face…but in painting it over…”

She reaches over, savours slowly rolling the stick of glistening colour out of hiding… She always does, she’s been putting on lipstick ever since she was a little girl, “but”, she thinks to herself, “there’s never enough times I can enjoy this little moment…”
Her smile widens ever-so-slightly.
She’s going to do this slowly…
For the first coat, she likes to stretch her lips back till they’re as smooth as glass…making sure the lipstick will ooze into every single valley, making sure not the slightest speck of flesh be deprived of the sensual, vivid balm.
There. She smears her lips against each other, taking delight in the sensation… Second coat. She runs the lipstick mostly on the inside of her lips. Slowly. A quick pout…yes, she’s got lipstick everywhere it can stick… A third coat, “Because three’s the charm” she murmurs to herself with a wink… This time she’s not merely slicking the colour on slowly, but there’s not an exact word for the way she’s taking her time this time round… It seems almost explicit, blatantly sexual…
She checks the look in her eyes. Allowing a little of her fire to burn has helped a little…but not enough… A fourth coat is smeared on between increasingly shallow breathing, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh, her head is spinning, an eighth, a nineth…
A deep intake of breath…
But the flames still flicker under her skin, in her secret places...

She glances at the time…he’ll be at her door in about ten minutes, she has no time to lose. A quick smearing of khol around her eyes for a smoky look. The slightest, lightest brush of brazen, shimmering rouge blush along her cheeks…
As she shifts her weight from slender, endless leg to slender, endless leg while applying the makeup, she notices a wetness melting along the inside of her thighs. She reaches a hand there to assess the situation…it comes back gleaming and slick. The thought “This is bad” is about to come to mind when she is suddenly hit with inspiration…
She draws out the lipstick once again, an ecstatic smile behind her cascading hair. And she reaches between her thighs again…
And luxuriates in that silken sensation of trailing lipstick all over her lips once again… A second coat is smeared on…a third, a fourth, a fifth.
She puts the lipstick away. There’s a light pulsing between her legs and she allows her palm to cradle it, gently apply pressure to it till it relaxes into a content murmur…
She closely inspects the glossy, ruby print on her palm, admiring it blissfully.
The mirror…
She presses her palm to her tummy, sighs sweetly at the detail it leaves there…
One more time…while there’s still time on her breast.
Perfect.
She wishes she could revere at the coloured traces on her skin a little longer…but, no worry. They’ll be her little secret to keep her company through dinner…

She throws on a slinky little red number, the same intoxicating colour of her lips just as the doorbell rings…
As she strides out, she puts the leg behind the slight slit at the front of the dress first…leading up her thigh to other lipsticked lips…

Undercover Pics- The *Lips* Series

Well... Here they are. And might I add that my nipples weren't the only bits of me that had a layer of gloopy gloss on ;-) The last of the 3 pics at the bottom of this post (control yourselves now gentlemen) was actually one of the most fun from the photo shoot because of all the slippery struggling it took to get it just about right... Could barely hold my bits back for as long as it took to take the shot without them sliding out from under my fingers. So, essentially, I had to *play* with myself for about 15min to get that shot (and a couple others for my private collection...cruel, aren't I?)

Anyhoo, I know most of you taking a peek have a Y chromosome in the mix... So for the sake of education and exploration, which is part of what this site's about, bear with me while I talk about these pics from a feminine perspective...

Generally, most girls you bump into on the street have never had an up-close look at their own genitalia...for goodness sake, we're talking about the gender that very, very, very rarely admits to masturbation to others with the same *bits*. A problem I know men don't have.
Most girls don't really think about their genitalia as part of their bodies, they're merely there for doing the horizontal mambo with a man they select. We don't know them like we know our noses or lips or hands...which is quite ironic cause we spend sooooo much time obsessing over our bodies...

So what does it feel like for a girl to look at her juicy parcel?
Being a girl that prefers pornography featuring women, there certainly is a part of me that finds it a bit of a turn-on. And that's wicked by me, I'd have to recommend it to every woman...for godsake we're stuck with these bodies, we may as well enjoy them and appreciate them for ourselves!
Also, I like the fact that I'm not, in any way, "weirded out" by looking at my pussy. I think it's kind of cute. I'm glad it's mine :-)

And now that I come to think of it... it kind of looks like a (very glittery) arum lily...
My pussy is beautiful! Yay!

So now you know.

Don't try this at home kids!

Well, it's been quite a productive evening... Having learnt the secret of getting my lips printed anywhere on me I want, I decided I needed to give myself a treat for my accomplishment.

We all have our fantasies...sometimes if we're *really* lucky, chance allows them to come to fruition.

Me, I'm not particularly stressed if my fantasies remain fantasies. Generally, the minute reality comes into the mix, it usually doesn't match up to all the details you were dreaming of. Dreams and fantasies are so beautiful, or so *divinely* sexy because of the very reason that they are dreams and fantasies. Reality cannot tarnish the glitter and gloss you've smeared your ideas in...

Even so, just had to see what my fantasy of being attacked by a dozen, lipstick-adorned girls dying to get a kiss on me wherever they can might look like in reality...

For you seasoned lipstick fetishists who actually care about details, here's the details of this project: -13 different lipsticks used, each reapplied and then printed 3 times(that's a grand total of 39 lipstick prints on my body)

-4 Este Lauder sticks: -All-day Berry Basket, China Red, Pink Parfait and Velvet Lilac

-6 Elizabeth Arden sticks (why so many? Not the greatest colours, but the texture is *heavenly*. These were put on just because they felt *so* good to put on): -Wild Winter Berry (a better colour), Desired, Pirouette, Amethyst (another fairly styling colour), Pout and Beauty

-1 Design: -Copper; 1 Lentheric: -Rich Bronze

My lips right now are quite smeared and somewhat raw...but feeling hella sexy all the same. Enjoy as much as I did ;-)