Chocolate Body Painting
So to spice up a soon to be dull evening I decided to try my hand at body painting. The idea came to me while I saw a man paint a mural on a wall in Paris. A man plus a wall & paint equals to me a great idea to bring some spiciness to the bedroom. I know that it is not new science this thing called body painting. I ventured online to scope out what’s out there-Jessica Simpson body paints anyone? And every time I mix commerce with stuff that I want to lick off it gets quite nasty and not so tasty. So I decided to make my own.
My Recipe:
2 paint brushes
½ pound of chocolat
A little bit of sugar to taste
A whole lot of lovin’
And NO NUTS
So I brought the chocolat in my favorite red ikea pot to a slight boil. And then went to go look for an accomplice. When I found him he was quite amused to see that I had come up with something different. I don’t know about the other huffas he dated before, but I bet that they took no initiative. So once I produced the bowl and the paint brushes. He was game.
We undressed and he was like-so how do we do this? And then I thought about the other huffas I dated before and realized that maybe they took more initiative than this here moron. Anyways, as always I took the lead. I decided to paint his name. And so he painted mine. Then he wanted to paint his mother’s name and I said-F to the Fuck NO! And then I proceed to write George Clooney’s name on his back-Teehee Bitch was like-Oh yeah, baby and laughing all and shit and didn’t know that I wrote another’s man’s name on his back.
I have to say I liked the sensuality of it all. And all that was left for me to do was lick and progress to another thing (never you mind).
And then in the mist of the whole thing I asked myself was this really all worth it. All the hassle, the cooking and whatnots. And I decided HELL NO! Now, my sheets are dirty and I don’t know if chocolat can come out of satin sheets. My body is all sticky and instead of basking in the afterglow of sex, I now have to run and take a bath pronto. But my man is happy. However I will never look at a Twix bar the same again!
And as my mother always told me that only the crazy people carry the best pills, I have to leave you with this- the moral of the story is don’t forget to let the paint cool before use. Or else you won’t be getting any for a long time. I am just sayin’. It is just a for instance.
P.S.Yes, I spell chocolate-choclat instead. I am trying this new French thing!
P.s.s When I went to wash off my back I saw Angelina Jolie’s name. I guess it is true when they say sometimes you do date your own self!












Heartbroken, Lucresia Linton decided to turn to the internet. She believes that if God gives you lemons, then you must order your very rude child to make you a pitcher of lemonade and go find an audience elsewhere!



