Just Because

A Touch of Lippy

Why do men have a fascination with ladies accoutrements?

Bras, knickers, mascara, eyeliner and most of all lipstick. Especially red lipstick. After all, women don’t have the same desires to wear jockstraps or yfronts.

Of all the conversations I have online and over the phone, red lipstick is the thing that crops up the most. I know it’s supposed to be evocative of other lips (ahem, you know, the down there ones) but the last time I looked, my fanny wasn’t scarlet. If it had been I would have taken myself straight to the doctor for tests. It’s a rather healthy deep pink, but then I suppose that colour doesn’t look quite as striking when wore on the facial lips.

So gentleman readers (I know I have a couple at least) spill please. Why red lipstick?
And if you care to share details of other lady bits, feel free.

PS. The picture is of the lipstick that I have purchased as a gift for a very nice guy I know who has a fantasy to wear red lipstick (yes, red only) while going down on a woman so he can see the smears.

Photo Shoot

Picking up on miss aj’s comment from this question about toenail colour I though I would share a few examples of just how wrong a self shoot photo shot of feet can go.

I took nearly 40 photos and I choose to share four, each one shows the potential for wrongness, but thankfully, I managed not to take a single broken ankle angle this time.

- Too Close

- Wrong angle

- Weird pose and shows the bruise on my ankle WAY to much

- Wrong postioning, but actually I quite like this one.

Question

For you viewing pleasure, I present...

Classic Red!

Incidently...

...this is the picture the Corporate Suit is licking.

Feet and Shoes

Talking about feet this morning in my post about the Corporate Suit got me thinking and made me super aware of what people were doing with theirs at lunch time. I popped into town to buy some books for the final semester of my Masters and found myself doing my usual London quick-pace around town, but slowing outside each shoe shop I passed.

Patent Leather is in this season, as is the 30s rounded toe, outward curved heel and ribbon fastenings, red, black and silver. I wandered into David Jones, the department store where you can peruse such brands as Malano, Robert Robert, Burburry, Jimmy Choo and many others all under one roof. I tried on a pair of black patent Robert Robert with elastic across the front of the foot, very sexy, but just a little too slim for plates of meat like mine. I suppose I should thank my Mum for making me wear ugly boy shoes as I was growing up, it means that I now have well formed, strong bones but it does mean that most modern shoes are just too narrow.

Then I saw the Jimmy Choo black patent leather ankle boots with a gold highlights around the toe and three straps with gold buckles. The sales lady was excited when I asked to see them in a size 38, but then I should think that was all to do with the commission earned from a $1250 pair of boots. Anyway, she brought them out and gave me a pair of granny stockings to put on, and then I did my best impression of an ugly sister, squeezing my foot into the boot. My toes went in fine, my heel slipped into place without too much fuss, but I had no hope of doing them up. There was a centimetre gap between the top of the tongue and the side of the boot, the straps hung limply, I had managed to turns these works of art into something ordinary. I removed them and stuffed the acid free paper bundles back into them before replacing them in the box, my heart sinking with each movement.

I left the store thinking it was probably best they didn’t fit, I’m still paying for the Malono purchase and I was carrying $142.70 worth of Uni (plus a couple of Alison Tyler) books.

As I walked back to work in my wide, comfy, flat, green leather thongs (made for me by Eugenia Neave of Adelaide) I found myself looking at the ladies feet around me and wandering why they insist on wearing nice, expensive shoes when they don’t look after their feet. Is there really anything less attractive than chipped toe polish, hardened cracked heels and blisters covered with plasters, shuffling along?

The Corporate Suit – part IV

I have written about the Corporate Suit before, here, here and here. Well, it appears he’s getting itchy pants with his vanilla girlfriend that finds his fetish disgusting, because he has reappeared again.

A couple of weeks ago I was about the leave the office when I received an email from him asking how my feet were. My stomach did an annoying flip flop and I informed him that they were well and about to have a pedicure. My brain was saying ignore the mail, but my fingers did the walking. Before I knew it, I was having my toenails painted black as he had expressed his love of the colour. Later the same night I sent him a picture of my black covered toes wearing clear PVC stilettos.

Yesterday I received a photo to my telephone, of him still enjoying the picture after two weeks.

Yes, he’s licking his computer monitor!

Question

I know

it isn’t the red

you

wanted to see

but what do

we think of black

toe

nail varnish?

This colour is the choice of The Corporate Suit who sent me an email today (after a lenghty absense) and when told I was about to have a pedicure requested black toe nails.

Knickers

A couple of day ago the lovely jayne posted about her knickers. I challenged her with, ‘if you show us yours I’ll show you mine.’

Well here mine are, a selection of my finest fancy pants.

The Panty Sniffers

A couple of years ago I started chatting to a guy on messenger who had a predilection for ladies underwear. Unlike so many he had spoken too before I didn’t call him nasty names when he told me, he was stunned. We still speak. We’ve never met, but that could because he lives on the other side of the continent.

Anyway, his particular fetish ‘causes him a little heart ache because it is rare that he find a lady who will stand to have a guys nose buried in her pants, especially after a day of wearing them. I have sent him a pair in the past, accompanied with a little note about what I did while wearing them. He loved it, or so he has lead me to believe.

I thought he was a rarity until recently when I met another, here in Sydney. And this one I actually met. I won’t be seeing him again though because he was very short and had a girlfriend that he failed to tell me about.