And Happy Yuletide! ;-)

While on the subject of Christmas, I very much would like to share with you some information regarding this celebration. For the purpose of: a) sharing information, a wonderful, empowering practice I very much wish more of us were engaging in and b) because it’s also an amusing historical tidbit and I think it would be wonderful if y’all would do your young Lady the grace of sharing in a sort-of *private joke* with me at the end of this year when they start putting up all the lights again.

I got this information from the ever-knowledgeable Edd. Author of one of *The Sexiest Lipstick Fetish Sites Online* run by *The Sexiest Brain*.

*Much* thanks Edd ;-) (And even *more* for that delicious post on that vixen LizViscious… purrrRRRrrRRRrRRrrRRrrrr… I got snog-attacked, on more than one occasion, by a girl who looked just like her… Not to brag or anything :-) )

Lady Lipstick lassoes her wandering mind and reels it back in kicking and screaming.

Right, information…

“Yule Lights (ie, Xmas lights) came from a Norse practice of placing a light in ones window while celebrating Yule in the traditional way - which was having sex (Yule was a bestial fertility god). So next time you see bible-bashing types with big silly displays, notice that it's an esoteric billboard which means 'we're humping right now', they just don't know it.”

Oooh, also, “The Roman version was Saturnalia, the festival of Saturn, where much civil law was retracted for a week, and things like adultery and cross dressing were not illegal during the festival (and wildly popular)” That morsel’s for my much-ly appreciated T/S readers :-)

I wonder how shocked and deep into denial the Christian zealots (the scary, militant, uncompromising, self-righteous, crusading ones) would be and go if they knew this. Reckon this holiday’s become such a stressful, aggravating, greed-mongering commercial event that it couldn’t hurt to tell them. Spread the word if you feel so inclined!
*Change (/development/growth) is the universal law of survival*!

Oh, and before you rush off to do so, please consider the following photos your Lady’s premptive gesture, on all of your behalf, that we may all be celebrating Yule “the traditional way” next time round…

With much silken colour gleaming from lips and all sorts of other wonderful places ;-)

The date today is WHAT?!?!

There’s thing called life… and oftentimes it’s too Going-On for me to have the energy to say “Hi! I’m still here!” to the rest of the world. Ask any of my currently annoyed friends…

There’s also this thing called reality… I’ve heard speak of it…and sometimes I completely lose sight of it if I’ve been hiding out in my head too long. Which often happens.

So now you know, dear readership of my lipstick fetish virtual playground.

And by the way, I’ve missed you :-) You’re all special and wonderful and it’s so very, *very* amazing to spoken to with respect and appreciation for running a pornographic blog. I’ve been waiting with dread and held breath for a graphically crude email in my inbox since the very first post…and it still hasn’t come.

Thank you for being wonderful, open healthy people. It’s good to know you’re out there.

Anyhow, so it’s been a disgusting number of days that have passed since my last post and this one… There’s a *lot* of catching up to do…

Hope you’re ready! I’ve got 5 posts ready to go starting with this one. And I want them all up by Wednesday morning (they’d all be up right now if I didn’t have a connection speed I could race a snail against).

So, my joyously lipstick-lusting comrades, allow me to say, “Hi! I’m still here!” and wish you a very belated, very merry Christmas! With pictures!

Surviving girly stuff...

I spent two whole hours yesterday afternoon waxing just about every hair from my body .
Every single one of those 120 minutes *hurt*, some more than others...
So I thought I’d kiss it better… ;-)

And you *better* believe those kisses go further than you can see…

P.S. 6 different colours were used for the kisses, each and every kiss was another 5 very generous, very slow applications. I exceeded that limit on a couple of occasions of course ;-)
The colours used were: Rimmel- Atomic, Temptation and Chiffon (all three of these are regularly *played with* favourites)
Elizabeth Arden- Velvet Lilac and Beauty
Paris- Black
Maybelline- Royal Red (I get annoyed with the watermelon-ish smell of Maybelline lipsticks, I like my lipstick to smell like lipstick…purrrr. However…this particular stick feels *sublime* to slick on… Though that’s part of the trade really…)
The same lipstick from the very first body painting session, the “Undercover Pics” post, was the one leisurely used to slick on the climbing vine.

Someone give me a hug! :-)

I am currently The Happiest Girl In The Whole Wide World…
My budget took the happiest knock it ever has the other day…on the acquisition of a luscious tube of L’Oreal’s “Invincible Kiss Proof” lipstick. Meow.
Meowowow.
Unlike that travesty called vinyl paint, this creamy colour feels lipstickingly sexy to adorn one’s lips with. And if you’re a very good girl (who’s literate) and pay attention to the application instructions on the box…this lipstick really, really, really, *really* sticks.
There are numerous perks to this I can enjoy…
Although I find a delectable kiss mark an absolutely juicy experience to behold, unintentional lip marks (on my part) on the glass of wine I’m sipping from or the cigarettes I’m smoking don’t have quite the same effect…and it means that that colour that I’m loving catching the sight of gleaming from my lips is starting to dull and fade. *Sigh*.
The photos at the end of this post were taken after a Girl’s Night Out at around 3am, the last cigarette before taking myself to bed. Observe the tip of that cigarette… ain’t no way that would be going on with my usual lipsticks. And quite frankly, it makes me bouncy, yay!

Also, another perk of this I-love-your-lips-and-I’m-sticking-to-them lipstick would be that certain someones may avoid telling smears the two of you have overlooked owing to being in a trance of endorphins and oxytocin whilst…I don’t know, say going to pick up takeaways because you got carried away and missed the grocery store for dinner requirements. Not that I minded at all when I eventually noticed…

So gentlemen, do the right thing and bring back your vixen a tube of L’Oreal’s “Invincible Kiss Proof” lipstick…ASAP.

Damsel In Distress

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