A Night Out with Lady Lipstick!

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I confess, this little Lady has never been good at doing anything halfway. It's all or nothing.

So when I'm at home, that's where I am *entirely*. My mobile's on silent most of the day, with only the occasional consultation when it suits me and I'm either entirely wrapped up in this screen I'm facing now or *colourfully frollicking*, these endeavours punctuated with every day necessities like cooking, bathing, getting up to make another pot of coffee, play with the cat, etc... But rest assured, *whatever* it is I'm doing, regardless of it being in the privacy of my own home, the Colour of the Day is always gleaming from my lips (and oftentimes other places) and refreshed as often as I please.

But back to the matter, when Yours Truly needs to let her hair down and paint the town red (sometimes literally ;-) ) you *bet* I don't do that halfway either...

So let me paint you a picture, or a couple ;-)
We share our ideas at Wet Your Lips *Here*, let me share a little more... Let me coax a smile out of you staring back at me from the other side of this window, afterall, to quote the last post, the shortest distance between two people...is a smile.

Let's go!
It's a Saturday night. One of my girlfriends I've been too busy to see has given me a buzz to say it's been too long since we've ripped up the dance floor and tonight's the night we do it. In loving respect for a delightfully divine friend who passes through here, let's call her Angel :-). "I'd *love* to Angel! But if we're going to do it, let's make it memorable, pick a theme", that's my code to say what look we're going for. I *love* dressing up and I've never needed a costume party as an excuse to do so. "Hmmm...we've done princesses, Charlies Angels...and we gothed up last time, and I'm not so good at that. How something devilish Lady?" "Sounds good! Let's do Sexy Minxes from Hell, open to interpretation of course..."
"Sounds fun! Can I come raid an item or two from your wardrobe and props and we get ready together?"
"Like you need to ask! But only if I can do your makeup too, sweet thang!"
"You know I won't put up a fight after aaaall this time..."
Damn right you won't!"

So Angel comes over, bringing wine usually to get a head start on a fun evening. Afterall...who says it only starts once you get to the venue? ;-)

Before she's arrived, if it's a prearranged date, I've had time for a loooong, luxurious bath, full of bubbles. When the bathroom door is closed I like being a little over-the-top and lighting incense and candles, bringing in something to sip on and topping the bath off with scented oils (my favourites are ylang-ylang, pomegranate and wine & roses). I've had time to dry off, do my hair and consider my outfit.

Once she's through the door, the music is playing, the wine is poured and we flit about my room, easing into the mood, laughing, talking the Biggest Load of Crap and trying out clothes, considering our makeup colours and so on.

Then I get the pleasure of slicking the appointed gleaming colour onto her lips, though I'll insist she simply must try this make, then this shade and "you won't believe how this one sticks! And feels simply fantastic to put on actually..." The reason for this is by no means you're Lady being, like, so totally girly and stuff... The reason is, of course, the excuse to keep reapplying some silken lipstick on her :-) It's just about as damn good as putting it on your self, and I confess I get quite the thrill out of it. My *favourite* thing to be asked when I'm out and about, especially if it's by a random girl is, "I like your lipstick! Please can I put some on?" At which point I grin and say "You're so welcome! Here let me help you..."

My, but my mind's wandering...
Back to my room. I've finally conceded to put on the delicious colour the lovely Angel's requested. We're pretty much ready to roll, but no hurry, we're not rushing into the night to get hammered, we're savouring every minute of it. We finish our wine and giggle and chat, sitting on the bed or at my well-visited kitchen table, listening to just one more song, cause "track 9 on this album is just fanastic!"

And away we go!

Before leaving, however, your little Lady makes *absolutely certain* she's brought along her trusty little compact mirror with her. It means I get to touch up my lipstick in plain sight (another little thrill I like to indulge in) and need not rely on getting stuck with clucking girls having teeth-gritting gossip sessions in small hordes in the bathrooms.
Excuse the finger in the pick, I'm not being malicious, merely playfully chastising the camerawoman who'd smeared my lipstick. Sometimes it's good to put up some resistance cause it encourages the offender to playfully "offend some more" ;-)

So pick your look for Lady tonight...


Sleek and dark?












Smoky and glam?










How about sweet and innocent?









Or something more overt and striking...


...like a pirate lass! Avast!












I could even Moulin-Rouge-it-up with bohemian chique...









Golden delicious?










Gothic and bewitching?








Too gothic, you think? Okay, mayhap more Liz Vicious-esque gothic...












Silly and playful is totally fine with me!








Or we can settle on my favourite...

18 till I die!!!









So Angel and I arrive at our destination, we stay close, but don't hesitate to socialise, be utterly, unabashedly ridiculous and downright happy.

Hey Angel! Let's dance!






And pull all sorts of funny faces at whosever we choose... It makes people look twice and gives that interesting guy/girl you or I've been eyeing a reason/excuse to start a conversation with us :-)
Hi! We're crazy!









But don't worry, we don't bite.









...Unless you ask us to very nicely ;-)


Quick! Glare at that girl that smudged my lipstick by dancing too close on the dancefloor just now, she's *cute*!







Damnit! She's not taking the bait... I want to play!
I'm going to overtly sulk until I guilt-trip her into playing with me...











Oops. Laid it on too thick...better let her know I'm just being silly and playful.








He he... Success!






And now that everyone's relaxed and happy and gets Where I'm At, we now come to one of my favourite parts of the evening!
Playful, happy, hands-on flirting! Yay!




































A little more flirty now...











A little more hands-on now...











Oh boy, here's comes the devious grin now...











Devious indeed...









Yay! I get to sit in her lap! :-)




"Of course I've been a good girl this year..."
"So what do you want in your stocking, little Lady?"
"Well, you actually."



Georgy, porgey...









pudding and pie...








I kissed the girls...









And you bet they didn't cry :-)











Throughout the evening I like to try get as many lovely ladies to try on my colour as possible...

One down, one to go!








And to give them something to remember me by...

She looks happy about it too! ;-)






Very happy...







Okay darling, to show your gratitude, you have to let me lipstick you up...


Now get out there and spread the love! :-)










And best of all is getting home with some happy memorabilia of my own...






































*Sigh*...

What a happy evening, thank you sweet, sweet Angel!

And *inspiring*!
Time for a shoot!











PS. I've had an email or two requesting the details of doing a shoot for Wet Your Lips *Here*... The most common questions have been playfully teasing my mind for sometime now and I'm thinking it might be good fun for all concerned doing a "Making Of..." shoot. I've put it in the Coming Soon list here, but I'd appreciate your input.
Would you rather see something else Coming Soon sooner?
Any other questions to depict in the "Making Of..." shoot?
Any requests in general, specific colours, play, costume, set and scene you're wetting your lips just thinking about? Come on, let's play! :-)

Oh and by the by, *my utmost respect* to the ladies who don't hesitate to email me queries regarding risks and procedure for certain types of play and indulgence. It truly makes me happy to feel you're comfortable and confident enough to ask. I'm humbly bowing and blowing kisses to you all! I'm getting to all your replies as fast as I can!
And extra thanks to those of you who make my day more delightful and exciting... Especially you Angel :-)

Gentlemen, I'm not worthy! There are a few of you who I'm deeply grateful to be communicating with, you better know who you are, Rotorhead, LL Fan, Edd and Tallguy!
Thank you for your caring, honesty, thought-provoking responses...and your *delicious* imaginings, *meow*.

Male, female, by birth or by choice, whoever you are, you are very welcome and, even more so, appreciated here!
Smile!

XXXXXXXX

"A Way of Being Free"

*Profound apologies* for my absence my *truly* beloved readership! This little Lady's been awfully selfish these past couple of months... She's got a cameraman to use at *leisure*...
but the problem arises when you keep their hands too busy during the Leisure Hours to be able to use the aforementioned contraption.
That's awfully rude, and I am sorry...but not *that* sorry ;-)

Promise I'll make it up to you all in due course. Not because I feel obliged but because I'll damn well enjoy every gleamingly-coloured second of it. And have been, you have no idea, but I really want to share it here...
But don't get me wrong.
It's not a matter of voyeurism, though that's certainly something I get quite the *kick* out of, but I have always had a nasty habit of being utterly incapable of doing anything at all half-way.

In other words, if this were simply a voyeuristic site, you'd know aaaaall the fuck about it. I'd been on a webcam 12/7 using visitors as nothing more than a means to a creamy end. It wouldn't matter who the hell you are, regardless of the fact that I don't know half your real names, you'd be part of an equation that would simply make this a site where I get my kicks, and not one where I share them. And with all due respect, I don't believe it's the girls that get the raw end of the deal in that industry, by and large. That would be the viewer.
Think about it.
We get to be the centre of your universe, for as long as we can captivate you, and feel loved and admired for simply showing off what we were born with...and getting ourselves off all the while...
and getting paid for it. I may as well get paid for breathing!!!

Nah. Yours Truly is quite comfortable with a voracious voyeuristic encounter here and there, but that's not what Wet Your Lips *Here* is about. The banner says it happens to be the virtual lipstick fetish playground of a certain Lady Lipstick, and it's not a flippantly made declaration by any means.
So what are you doing here little Lady?


I'm here to be human. To reinforce and nurture that humanity with anyone who empathises.
And I'm here, despite my endless proclivity with words, to, not so much do away with them, but to go beyond them.
Seems a little too intellectual a mission statement for what can be grossly understood as a fetish site, but I assure you, it's one that can be achieved without intellectualising the happiness and sheer *bliss* I experience from being honest to myself. About my sexuality, my mind and my heart. All of which, at the end of the day, I hope we as a race of the planet Earth learn are intertwined, co-dependent and harmonious.

I really look forward to the day we stop boxing *every* aspect of our existence... Even our fetishes! Remember my post on the various lipstick fetishes from waaaay back? There are no boundaries, all is *deliciously* intertwined, and it'd be really nice if we can describe prominent aspects of ourselves without fear of being mistaken by our listeners that the words we've uttered, for the sake of forming an understanding of each other by which to communicate (communicate!), is the be-all and end-all of Who We Are, thusly being confined to a category like over-priced jeans who have a Name Brand attached.

I wish us all to be *free*. And, ultimately, happy for the freedom with which we are *born* to be, discover, and adjust Who We Are.
And, oh my god, I love you all for sharing your imaginative and emotional beings with me here. And if you're enjoying the show as much as *I am*...well that's an extra bonus all around :-) Yay for that! And afurther, *resounding yay* that we get to indulge in a sexyual expression that's as *sexy* as it is aesthetic! I'm a total *sucker for that combination!

Which brings me back to the primary thesis of this post. "Beyond words" and "aetheticism". And their integral relation to just plain having a *wonderful* time of being. I'm sorry I'm so intellectually heavy after my prolonged time away from here, but, firstly, I intend to make that up with the very next post, and secondly, I enjoy that, though the text is not at all removed from the images of their accompanying post, that their narrative exists *beyond* the text anyway.
As every work of art should.


And, because I want to make that paradigm of yon humble blog more overt to *you*, dearly beloved reader, I wish to share with you this *incredible* excerpt of writing on the matter from one of the greatest writers of our time. You are *entirely* encouraged to disregard the following entirely if you so choose, and simply enjoy the story the pictures have to tell, and please enjoy! :-)
But for those of you willing to read on...I feel compelled to tell you the opening line of this excerpt, speaking as a writer, is my Ultimate Favourite Quote in all of literature. And has been, unfalteringly so, for many years now.

For the record, this shoot happened at dawn. A few hours before I was due at my parttime job actually... It happened cause I *damn well* felt like it.
And *all* those lipstick-slicked swirls and smears and areas of dripping gloss stayed on under my "work clothes"...because I *damn well* felt like that too ;-)

And without further adue,
Ben Okri's "Ways of Being Free"...

"We began before words, and we will end beyond them.

It sometimes seems to me that our days are poisoned with too many words. Words said and not meant. Words said and meant. Words divorced from feeling. Wounding words. Words that conceal. Words that reduce. Dead Words.

If only words were a kind of fluid that collects in the ears, if only they turned into the visible chemical equivalent of their true value, an acid, or something curative - then we might be more careful. Words do collect in us anyway. They collect in the blood, in the soul, and either transform or poison people's lives. Bitter or thoughtless words poured into the ears of the young have blighted many lives in advance. We all know people whose unhappy lives twist on a set of words uttered to them on a certain unforgotten day at school, in childhood, or at university.

We seem to think that words aren't things. A bump on the head may pass away, but a cutting remark grows with the mind. But then it is possible that we know all too well the awesome power of words - which is why we use them with such deadly and accurate cruelty.

We are all wounded inside in some way or other. We all carry unhappiness within us for some reason or other. Which is why we need a little gentleness and healing from one another. Healing in words, and healing beyond words. Like gestures. Warm gestures. Like friendship, which will always be a mystery. Like a smile, which someone described as the shortest distance between two people.

Yes, the highest things are beyond words.

That is probably why all art aspires to the condition of wordlessness. When literature works on you, it does so in silence, in your dreams, in your wordless moments. Good words enter you and become moods, become the quiet fabric of your being. Like music, like painting, literature too wants to transcend its primary condition and become something higher. Art wants to move into silence, into the emotional and spiritual conditions of the world. Statues become melodies, melodies become yearnings, yearnings become actions.

When things fall into words they usually descend. Words have an earthly gravity. But the best things in us are those that escape the gravity of our deaths. Art wants to pass into life, to lift it; art wants to enchant, to transform, to make life more meaningful or bearable in its own small and mysterious way. The greatest art was probably born from a profound and terrible silence - a silence out of which the deepest enigmas of our lives cry: Why are we here? What is the point of it all? How can we know peace and live in joy? Why be born in order to die? Why this difficult one-way journey between the two mysteries?

Out of the wonder and agony of being come these cries and questions and the endless stream of words with which to order human life and quieten the human heart in the midst of our living and our distress.

The ages have been inundated with vast oceans of words. We have been virtually drowned in them. Words pour at us from every angle or corner. They have not brought understanding, or peace, or healing, or a sense of self-mastery, nor has the ocean of words given us the feeling that, at least in terms of tranquillity, the human spirit is getting better.

At best our cry for meaning, for serenity, is answered by a greater silence, the silence that makes us seek higher reconciliation.

I think we need more of the wordless in our lives. We need more stillness, more of a sense of wonder, a feeling for the mystery of life. We need more love, more silence, more deep listening, more deep giving"

Go with a smile till next time, dear reader...

And be forewarned, after a meaningful post such as this that the next one's going to be as gratuitous and fun as all hell!

...Ever wondered what a typical Night Out for Lady Lipstick looks like...? >:-)