I am what I read...

I am a voracious reader and often find that what I'm currently reading has tiny influences on the way my brain works on any particular day. For example, I've been reading a cop mystery series. And in this series, the cop is not only a smart, sexy, badass, bitch with a heart of gold, but she also has incredibly steamy sex with her gorgeous husband - a lot. Thus, since I've started this series I've been thinking about sex more... hmm, ok, that's a lie. I think about sex no matter what I'm reading. But it's more badass sex right now. Of course, this isn't really the point but more of a stray edge to the point, which I will eventually get to, I promise.

Since the book I'm involved with (it's intimate for me. don't judge) is about a priest being murdered I've decided that for today, you all are my church and I'm here to confess.
- In the last week I have twice considered premarital intimacy with two separate persons. I didn't act on the urge even though I damn well could have because I'm a smart sexy badass-
GASP! I'm a dirty dirty whore. I know. How many bottles of communion wine must I drink for penance?

Which brings me to the point:
As my dear friend and clever commenter, Nortie-somethingorother, asked, and as I am actually for the moment relatively innocent; I'll answer "Which lips?" And sadly the chapped lips in question are the luscious lips on my face that make up my room-brightening smile.

But now I have to ask - Have any of you actually used chapstick on your girlie bits? Did it work? Don't hold back on me now, this could be very useful information for women around the world.

Now listen to this song and tell me you are getting a whole new image when she sings:
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it