Over here. Over there. Everywhere.
No, not that kind of lick! As you may know already, I have a thing for smells. If it smells good, it’s good enough – mostly. I told you about my 29 bottles of perfumes. And on my birthday, they became 30 with the addition of the Burberry London Perfume gift set. So the other day, I was at the shop and I saw several bottles of burning oils by the most outlandish names like Butt Naked, Sex On The Beach, Naked Morning, etc. There had to be about fifty different burning oils on that shelf, and I smelt every single one of them. By the end of the day, I managed to pick just three burning oils. The burning oils also double as body oils [not massage oils], but I have no intention of using them as body oils. I love burning oils all over the house.
The three I picked: Money Drawing, Lick Me All Over, and Coco Mango
My preference in order of smells: Money Drawing, Coco Mango, and Lick Me All Over.
My preference in order of names: Lick Me All Over, Money Drawing, and Coco Mango
The strange thing is, I really don’t care much for the smell of the Lick Me All Over oil, but for its name, I could not leave it on that shelf. This isn’t my way of sending a subliminal message to you for what I would like to have done to me, and this certainly isn’t a subliminal message for what you should go and do or get done, so please, fornicate at your own risk. Blame me not for your personalized corner of hell fire.
I don’t know why I have this Lick Me All Over burning oil. I don’t know why its name is so interesting either. It’s not like it’s the only one that had a sexual innuendo. Most of them had sexual innuendos in them like the Sex On The Beach and Butt Naked ones, but somehow, those ones did not excite me by their name or by their smell. Yet, here I am, seated with a little bottle of Lick Me All Over, staring at it, refusing to burn it because I don’t particularly want to smell it, but all I can think about is …. the neck kisses?
There does not seem to be an obvious correlation between this Lick Me All Over burning oil and the neck kisses – other than the tongue and lips being the weapon of execution in both cases. Still. Still. Still. There’s then a clear picture of a pair of lips sitting on a neck that belongs to me, and the neck is being kissed, and the owner of the neck is giggling a lot. The Lick Me All Over oil isn’t burning while the funny kisses are being administered.
Of course, of course, this is a random post that isn’t actually a random post that is borderline rambling — but isn’t quite rambling either. There’s always a reason, no? And there are no co-incidences, right? So, then, there has to be a reason why this post came up today, yes?
Did I say I didn’t know why I like this oil? And did I say I didn’t know the correlation between this oil and the neck kisses? Oh, you lie, Vera!