Monday, 29 May 2017


The events here in my adopted home city of Manchester, where young lives were implicitly targeted by a rather pathetic, deluded, and brain-washed idiotic loser have been covered in more detail and with more expertise than I can summon.

Even though I work in a bubble of relative isolation (apart from my visitors, of course) with no actual work colleagues as such, it was clear the mood from friends was of shock, sadness, a peculiar Manchester defiance and an overall wish to unite a great city.

No doubt with this in mind, a friend asked for volunteers to shine a little light and bring a few smiles to the city centre on Saturday.  I may not be studying Actinology or Somatology at University, but I do know a little about bringing a little light and love into peoples' lives - so I volunteered.

So, 10.00am Saturday morning I was in Manchester city centre - first stop BonBon, for a little chocolate before the unique day ahead.   I'd chosen to wear something suitable, of course - a bumblebee scarf made into a somewhat tight and skimpy top.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Breasts and Bees, Manchester.
Fortified with a refreshing glass of Cherry Cola and some of BonBon's finest choccies, I headed over to Afflecks Palace and spent an hour or so helping to inflate balloons with the small band of friends who had also offered their services.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Balloons.
With a few hundred bobbling away against the ceiling we decided our first venture was due.  Armed with armfuls of the bright balloons and jars of sweets we headed into the bright sunshine of the weekend and Manchester's lovely Northern Quarter first, of course. 

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Manchester.
We made our way to the new bumblebee-painted wall where the iconic David Bowie painting resided for over a year.  It was only recently painted over for a new image of Sloth for The Goonies (much to many peoples' displeasure - an Aladdin-Sane-Bowie zig-zag was quickly added to Sloth's face in sympathy), but the painting of bees (the motif of Manchester) will stay up a long time, I think.  I was struggling a little with my balloons in the stiff breeze, and had to put my sweet treats between my legs for a while to get my bouncing balloons in order (ooooh er...).

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Manchester.
With all the balloons handed out near the bees, we headed back to Afflecks Palace for more supplies.  The next venture took us all the day down the busy Market Street.  I decided to strategically leave the balloon-handing out to the rest of the team and concentrate on handing out sweets, as doing both had proven to be a bit unsuccessful.  Having both hands full of bundles of balloons meant keeping the sweet jar tight against my boobs or between my thighs - resulting in me never quite knowing where inquisitive fingers were going.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Manchester.
We arrived at St.Anne's Square - the centre of the tributes to those who had lost their lives in the recent events.  The mood here was sombre, quiet, peaceful, reflective and a feeling of strength in unity and spirit.  It made me think that the frequent claims of terrorists - that they commit their acts of cowardly war because of a bond with their brethren in embattled areas of the world - is overmatched entirely by the bonds within communities of the UK.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Manchester.
As I stood and marked my respects to those lost, the promised mid-afternoon thunderstorm began to gather above, and the first heavy raindrops began to fall.  A few umbrellas were opened, but then it seemed as though even Manchester's infamous weather thought better of it, and the clouds promptly dispersed and the sun returned.

We made our way back to Afflecks Palace for the final balloon run, concentrating on the area immediately outside of the emporium.  An hour later we were done - ballooned out, with only a handful of sweets left.  The reactions from the people we'd met had been fantastic, with smiles and laughter abounding at such a troubled time.  Of course, no-one is naive enough to think that handing out a few balloons, sweets and love will change anything the corrupt and power-hungry fuckwits around the world choose to do, but if such simple actions can make a few people smile and laugh then there is need for a little more of it.

A lovely day.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - No Fear Here - Manchester.

Sunday, 21 May 2017

A Couple Of Late Ones...

Things have been a bit quiet on the social and partying front since my return from Berlin and the German Fetish Ball earlier in the month.  Therefore, an invitation to a late evening soirée at one of my favourite Manchester shops, Kiku, was well received.

Firstly, I had a feeling that quite a few friends would turn up, and secondly I had to be measured up for another corset.  So, after my last gentleman visitor had left my Altrincham premises I packed up and headed back into the city centre and arrived at the Northern Quarter store just before 5.30pm.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Kiku, Manchester.
As expected, friends were already there before me, having left their city-centre jobs and headed straight to the boutique, as well, of course, the Kiku team themselves.  I had a drink (or two) and chatted with friends, the evening passing quickly as more arrived from later-finishing jobs.  I did try and make time to check out the racks of lingerie, dresses and corsets in case there was something new to catch my eye.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Kiku, Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort- Kiku, Manchester.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Kiku, Manchester.
Later on the Kiku ladies finally managed to get me to stand still long enough for a corset measurement/fitting.  My last Kiku one ripped under some (ahem) untested conditions, of course, but the Kiku girls agreed immediately to replace it free of charge, despite no complaints from me regarding their superb artistry.  A brilliant service, indeed... and a lovely May evening to match.

Apart from my forth-coming corset, I didn't particularly need anything else for the time being - a good thing, as I'd recently spent a little more money recently at Cathouse Clothing - a latex lingerie set with latex stockings as a new work/play outfit.  It featured on last weeks Picture Of The Week (with normal nylon stockings), taken on a very late evening on the outskirts of Manchester.  It was an interesting little photoshoot - despite stopping in the middle of nowhere (it seemed), I was frequently caught out by cars appearing out of the darkness, catching me in my little latex lingerie outfit and high heels in the middle of the road - in full view of their headlights!  Anyway, it's a gorgeous thing, and I hope those gentlemen that like me in a bit of latex appreciate it, too!

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - latex lingerie.

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Back In Berlin

A little while ago I had an offer that, in the words of Vito Corelone, I couldn't refuse.  Would I like to accompany a lovely gentleman friend to Berlin for the annual German Fetish Ball?  Would I, indeed.

So, last Friday I was up (not too early, for once) and ready for my beau arriving to whisk me away to Manchester Airport and the flight to Berlin.  Ryanair were the operators of choice this time, thanks to timings.  With stag parties and hen parties also boarding, it was, shall we say, rowdy and boisterous in a good humoured way.  Chaos unsued a little later on when the flight attendants couldn't get their trolley down the aisle to offer refreshments due to the queues for the toilets... which meant queues to get refreshments as well as queues for toilets snaking down the narrow aisles of the plane.

Nevertheless, the flight landed as planned at Berlin's Schönefeld Airport.  In previous visits I've travelled by train to Ostbahnof for my hotel - this time it was another taxi as D, my lovely host, had booked a different hotel for our visit.

So, less than an hour after landing we were booking into Das Stue, a fabulous luxury boutique hotel just on the edge of the city's lovely Tiergarten park.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Das Stue, Berlin.
It was stunning on the outside, and simply breath-taking inside.  It's always nice to be greeted with a warm smile, but Das Stue offered a bigger grin than most.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Das Stue, Berlin
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Das Stue, Berlin.
We checked in and made our way up to our room.  I'm pleased to say it was as fabulous as the public areas, and I was certainly looking forward to spending a few days in the hotel.

After unpacking it was time to get ready for the evening.  Despite our evening plans being centred around the hotel bar and a restaurant, I decided to give D a bit of a treat - and duly dressed in my latex jacket and leggings from Cathouse Clothing.  Suitably attired, we headed off to the bar for a much-needed drink, and I couldn't resist a quick stroke of my new pet.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - heading off for the restaurant.
As much as I was in the mood for a fetish weekend, the casually-dressed patrons of the hotel bar went very quiet when I stalked in in my skin-tight outfit.  D definitely seemed to appreciate the outfit and reaction, too.  After a few cocktails we grabbed another taxi to our restaurant for our evening meal - Solar Skylounge, up on the 17th floor of a skyscraper, certainly complimenting it's name.  Even with my somewhat limited diet, it was a tremendous meal. We finally headed back to our hotel at 10.00pm, and back to the cocktail bar were we found a little acoustic four-piece providing late-night entertainment, playing mainly vintage songs from the 1930's and 40's.  I tried in vain to get a few snapshots whilst they were playing, eventually giving up and simply asking them for a snapshot in between songs.  They were more than willing to pose - I wonder if it was my polite request or tightly-encased tits in my low-cut top that made them stand still and smile.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - entertainment at Das Stue, Berlin.
By midnight we were back in the room, and I decided to give D some more personal entertainment  by stripping naked, slipping into my high-heeled over-knee boots and provided a few more intimate memories of Berlin.  I ended my first night in Berlin on my back, my booted legs wrapped around my lover as he fucked me against the luxuriously soft mattress.  Perfect, then.

Saturday morning was bright and warm, so we decided to take a slow stroll through Tiergarten.  It was quite serene, and the sheer feeling of space was relaxing, despite the park's city centre location.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Tiergarten, Berlin
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Tiergarten, Berlin
Midway through the stroll through Tiergarten I saw a quite amazing contraction - a pedal-propelled beer bar.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - beer-bar, Tiergarten, Berlin.
What a great idea!  And it looked like superb fun.  However, it was one of those things that I can't imagine working quite the same in Manchester (or anywhere in the UK).

After our stroll we headed across the city to the weekend's Fetish Fair, situated next door to the club where the main ball was being held.  I was hopeful, as always, of finding something unique and special - especially in the footwear department.  Sadly, there wasn't anything this year that really caught my eye, but it was an opportunity to see friends that were either visiting the fair or were trading there.  We didn't stay too long, though, as a long night awaited us, so by mid-afternoon we were back in the hotel to rest in readiness for the big night ahead.

Yes, Saturday night was the big event was the Ball itself.  I'd decided to wear my Brigitte Moore dress that I'd bought at the Essen fetish weekend last year.  

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - ready for the German Fetish Ball, Berlin.
I made sure there was time to take a quick snap in the stylish hotel corridor before the arrival of our taxi, too... my skimpy dress would leave no place to carry and camera, and D's outfit would have similar limitations, so sadly the camera wouldn't make it to the Ball this time around.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - ready for the German Fetish Ball, Berlin.
As previous years, the main Fetish Ball would be held at the large Spindler and Klatt club on the southern bank of the River Spree on the east side of the city.  We arrived around 10.00pm, and found the club pretty busy already, with the best part (by my estimation) of a thousand people there.  After getting our first drinks of the night I decided to give D a quick tour, as it was his first time at the event.  I headed upstairs to what was previously a rather hot mezzanine dungeon.  This year things were different, though - the dungeon had been replaced by a seating area, cooled by large fans... a much better arrangement than the under-used play equipment of previous events, in my opinion.

We were in time to see some of the fashion shows, too, including a few of my friends featuring as both designers and models.  There were a couple of designers that really caught my eye, but I couldn't see who they were due some very large curtains blocking my view of the back of the stage and the name.  I'm going to have to keep an eye open on the internet and see if I can track down who they were, as I'm always on the lookout for unusual latex outfits.

By midnight the shows were over and it was party time.  Most of the night was spent dancing and chatting with friends.  We had another stroll around the club, and I managed to at least introduce D to the friends that I met up with.  On one of our tours around the club I bumped into a couple that I'd met in Essen last year, but it took us a while to recognise each other - I'd had my hair cut off and she was wearing a full hood, that complemented her long rubber dress (suitably very low cut around her rather lovely arse at the back).  Although we were on the crowded dance floor I wasted little time in slipping my delicate fingers down the back of her dress, caressing the soft curves of her buttocks and hidden darkness of the cleft between them.  D was meanwhile running his own hands across my latex-clad breasts and arse.

Pretty soon though I was in the mood for a little more of a taste of my playmate, and lifted up the shimmering material of her dress to expose her shaved and pierced pussy.  I slid my long fingers into her tight and moist cunt, dipping my head so I could tongue her clit at the same time.  All the time people moved against us in time to the bass-heavy dance music, which made my position, between her well-shaped thighs, a little precarious.  

Once my fingers were liberally coated with her cum juice I offered them to her husband to lick clean, who up until then was simply content to enjoy the rather public display of sapphic sleaze.  It was then her time to seek out my own delights, and I soon had my latex minidress pulled up around my hips to give her mouth full access to my cunt.  I have to say there is something incredibly filthy and sexy about featuring in an erotic exhibition display, and quite revelled in the audience I was getting while my lady friend licked and sucked my hot cunt.  My tensing thigh muscles were soon evidence of my rapidly encroaching orgasm, and my heavy moans were lost in the rhythmic pounding of the music.

It was time for another drink - of something different to lady juices, of course - so it we hit the bar again.  As always with these events, there was plenty of eye candy to observe while we chilled out with our drinks.  All around gorgeous ladies and men strolled in amazing outfits, and it's not hard to lose time just people-watching.

By 4.00pm both D and I were beginning to flag, but even then it was difficult to leave the club - there was still people to say goodbye and chat to.  In the end, we finally hit our bed just before 5.30am.  A great night.

We were still up fairly early the following morning - the city of Berlin lay before us and ready to explore.  I was looking forward to being D's tour guide for the day.  Tiergarten was first, again, before finding a tour bus to take us around the main sights - yes, it was time to be a tourist!

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort -Tiergarten, Berlin

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - River Spree, Berlin
The tour bus took us around many of Berlin's best sites, many of which I recognised from previous visits - the Berlin Wall, the Martin-Gropius-Bau where I'd seen the David Bowie exhibition three years ago, the stunning cathedral of the Berliner Dom... it was almost like going home, as great memories surrounded and followed me through the sun-baked busy city streets.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Berlin!
We jumped off the bus near the Bundestag (Reichstag) Building.  From there it was a short walk to the iconic site.  Despite previous visits to the German capital I'd never actually been inside the historic building.  D asked me if I wanted to go in.  Why not?  We joined the snaking queue which slowly made it's way into the building.  We reached the entrance point and were asked for our pre-booked ticket.  Pre-booked ticket?  Yes, apparently you need to pre-book to get inside the building, so I was destined yet again not to see the Reichstag Building.  Oh well.  Vielleicht das nächste mal... maybe next time.  We made a quick pit stop before heading towards the Brandenburg Gate and took a little time to wander around the picturesque building before heading back to the tour bus.

Sight-seeing done for this time, we made our way back to the hotel, enjoying drinks and a last evening meal in the lovely dining room before heading upstairs to our room.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - the last night.
There was, of course, time for more sexy fun.  Once again I stripped apart from my sexy over-knee boots and had a great last night's playtime fun.  I ended up with a small extra gift to remember my visit to Berlin - a spunk-covered chest, courtesy of D.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  spunky tits @ Berlin!
By midday on Monday we were landing back at Manchester Airport - another fabulous visit to Berlin and more fabulous memories to bring back home.  

Thank you Berlin, and a BIG thank you D!

Lastly, I've finally managed to get another short video for my website - stockings and high heels this time.  I hope you enjoy it! 

Monday, 17 April 2017

Easter in The Pleasuredome.

My Easter Bank Holiday weekend started exceptionally early.  On Wednesday afternoon I packed my case and headed south for two days with friends at the Ess & Emm bed and breakfast in Warwickshire.  It was great way to begin the weekend, and even better when seven of us gathered for a dinner party on the Thursday night, and as we'd all been participants in the fetish scene for over twenty years, spent some time reminiscing about old escapades.

Friday morning arrived, however, and I was heading off again - this time further south to London.  The lovely Zara DuRose was holding one of her famed fetish parties in the city, and I was looking forward to being there.

Hold on, I hear you say... isn't this the weekend of the Fetish Evolution weekend in Essen, Germany?  It most certainly is, and after last year's brilliant time there I was determined to go back this year.  However, as the organisers were delaying the release of tickets and hotel accommodation, I had to make a decision to 1) abandon the Essen plans and opt for Zara's party instead or 2) hold on and hope that the Essen party was actually going to happen.  The decision was made for me.  The limited tickets for Zara's party were rapidly selling, and in equal measure flights to Düsseldorf airport were increasing in cost daily.  By strange coincidence, just as I made my choice and booked the hotel and tickets for London, the Essen tickets became available on the same afternoon.  Oh well, maybe fate had offered a helping hand.

So, at 10.00am I was arriving at my hotel on London's Seven Sisters Road instead of landing at
Düsseldorf.  I wasn't too dismayed, though - Zara's parties are legendary for their professionalism and as always plenty of playing is encouraged.  With the party starting on Saturday night, however, I still had plenty of time to kill - and London is a great place to do it.

First stop then - Camden, and the famous alternative market.  The market may not be as good (to me, anyway) as it was in it's pre-fire heyday, but it remains a great place to go.  Firstly, I had to get there.  No worries - I'd done my homework.  A No.29 bus would take me from just outside the hotel to Camden for a few pounds it appeared.  Leaving my bags with the hotel staff (10.00am was too early to check-in), I made my way to the bus stop.

A No.29 bus duly arrived and I stepped on board, brandishing my £5 note.  "A ticket to Camden, please," I smiled, handing over my money.  The bus driver looked at me.  He looked at the money in my hand.  I looked at the £5 note in my hand, wondering if I needed more.  I looked back at him.  He looked back at me.  "You can't pay with money on a bus," he said, doing his best not to sneer at my ignorance.  I looked down the bus at rows of passengers, all staring at me like I'd got onto the bus naked.  "I'm sorry, what do you mean?" I asked.  "You can't pay with money - you have to buy a travel pass," he replied, bored already with the explanation, as though he was teaching a sleepy tortoise how easy 2+2=4 is.  "A travel pass?"  I queried.  I mean, in Manchester you can still get onto a bus and pay with pigeons and twigs (I think).  "You need to go and buy a pass - down there," he waved in the vague direction he was travelling down Seven Sisters Road.  I was check-mated, with no move left.  I stepped off the bus.  He closed the door and it slowly pulled away, the passengers staring at me through the passing windows like I was a freak.  "Did you see that?"  "She tried to pay with money!" I could see them chattering in amazement.

I stomped off down Seven Sisters Road, hoping I'd see something that made sense.  I found a small grocery store.  I went in and found and a friendly Asian chap.  I explained my predicament.  He smiled and opened a large file, as though (appropriately, seeing as it was Easter) revealing an ancient manuscript from Biblical times.  He showed me the magical pass that the bus driver was speaking of.  'Oyster Card' it said.  Hmmm, I thought, like oysters are known for travelling vast oceanic distances and finding their way to mythical breeding grounds.  Yes, that made sense.  No matter, it was soon in my possession.  An expensive pass that allowed me onto any bus, even though I only wanted to get on one. 

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - and Oyster Card
Soon I was back on a No.29 bus and heading towards Camden.  It was already busy, but I love the vibrant and melting-pot atmosphere.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Camden, London
I wandered slowly down the main street, popping into shops that caught my eye.  There was, as always, plenty of shops selling trinkets (and tat, if I'm honest), but the tourists seem to keep these places in business.

Soon, however, I was at the market itself.  I already had a list of the places I wanted to visit, so was able to scoot past many of the stalls and shops without slowing to check them out.  I found Collectif Clothing, suppliers of great vintage-style outfits, and spent some time (and a bit of money) in there.  From there it was short walk over to Cyberdog - I needed a new bag and wondered if the outlandish store would have something appropriate.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Camden Market, London.
Punky, cutting edge and futuristic, but they sadly didn't have what I wanted, although they did have a soap named with me in mind.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dexi Delite soap.
Next up was F.A.B. - the Fetish Alternative Boutique.  I found it nestled in a row of shops at the north end of the market.  Recently opened, I was intrigued if there would be something to spend some money on.  I wandered in and found a handsome chap behind the sales counter.  We began chatting, and in one of those bizarre cases it quickly dawned on us that as much as we knew all the same people in the fetish scene over the last two decades, we'd never bumped into each other.  It turned out he was indeed the Max Deviant - an (in)famous fetish model and punk, a gent who hung out with The Clash in their London Calling heyday and who played pool with Metallica on their tours.

It turned out to be a long lazy afternoon, only broken when when I popped to the shops to get a bite to eat and some beers and went back to chill with Max again.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Camden Market, London.
By 5.00pm though I was heading back to find my No.29 bus for my trip back to the hotel.  It was a quiet night afterwards, as Saturday was going to be a long day.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Camden Market, London.
Saturday was another early start - once again heading for more crowds, but this time on Oxford Street.  yes, I still needed a bag, and some new make-up.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Oxford Circus, London.
Firstly, a stop at Debenhams - quite a step in the opposite direction to the small independent stores I'd been visiting at Camden market the day before.  There was a good reason though - Debenhams in London is currently the only retailer in the UK that has the Kat Von D make-up range.  As well as being a gorgeous lady, her range is entirely cruelty free.  I found the concession in the huge store and tried on pretty much the whole array of wonderful lipsticks.  I ended up with four, as I had to narrow it down from the ten or so that I actually wanted.

Afterwards, I couldn't help myself but check out the shoe department in nearby Selfridges - which turned out to be a huge disappointment.  I left Selfridges and realised I was pretty hungry by that point.  Oxford Street seemed to offer very little.  I wandered into John Lewis and continued my bag hunting and found a rare delight, hidden away in the store.  Comptoir Libanais is a fantastic Lebanese restaurant up on the fourth floor of the department store.  The food and staff were simply brilliant, and a wonderful change from the usual Oxford Street fare - I can't recommend this enough if you are in Central London and in need of some healthy and fabulous food.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Comptoir Libanais @ John Lewis.
From there it was a slow walk back the Oxford Circus tube station.  I am, however, pleased to report that I finally got the bag I wanted, from a small store near the tube station - so the trip to face the swarming crowds of central London was worth it.

The remainder of the afternoon was spent relaxing in the hotel and preparing for the big night ahead.  I had chosen to wear my golden-nude Kiku corset with a new matching skirt and neck corset. Jimmy Choo high-heeled sandals would complete my outfit.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Dressed the party.
It was a fifteen minute taxi ride from the hotel to Blundell Street, where the party was being held.  I wanted to be there early, and arrived just 30 minutes after the doors officially opened.  I handed in my coat to the cloakroom attendants (which was not going to be my last visit to them, it transpired) and headed deeper into the club.  It was already quite busy, with the early arrivals already in full-on party mode.  Heavy, sensual dance music oozed from the speakers in the main room.  Partitioned off behind diaphanous curtains were two play areas - one helpfully furnished with a bed large enough for more than a few people.  Upstairs were two more play areas, furnished with various restraint furniture for those with a more BDSM requirement for play.

The club quickly filled, and it soon became apparently clear that I wasn't the only one that had shunned the Essen weekend.  Numerous fetish friends arrived, and I spent a good portion of the early part of the night catching up with their recent exploits.  Midway through the night it was time to hit the dancefloor.  I decided to take off my skirt and handed it over to the cloakroom attendants for safe keeping, leaving me now in just my transparent corset, some very brief panties, neck corset and my high heels.  A little more undressed, I lost myself in the thumping, hypnotic and sexy tunes that pumped from the speakers.

Something else was also becoming apparent, however.  Two solid days in my high-heeled boots and now my Jimmy Choo sandals was taking it's toll on my aching feet.  I sought out a chair and sat down to rest my tired toes.  A handsome, swarthy long-haired gentleman offered to massage my feet - I wasn't going to say no.  He rubbed each foot in turn, sending a soothing bliss through my legs.  Slowly he worked his way up to my calves, deeply massaging the aching leg muscles.  His ministrations carried on to my thighs, and I felt the pressure of his strong hands on my inner thighs.  I spread my legs a little, and saw his eyes widen at the glimpse of the curves of my cunt under the sheer, clinging and skimpy (and rather damp) gusset of my panties.  As he pondered what his next move should be, I decided to make the choice easier.

I peeled off my panties, leaving my legs spread as I laid back on the chair.  I was aware of people crowding closer for a better view of my cunt between my spread-eagled legs.  He lowered his head to my pussy, and I felt his soft tongue tracing a pattern around my clitoris and pussy lips.  A probing finger tenderly eased into my wet cunt, and he gently and slowly finger-fucked me whilst licking softly at my engorged clit.  I felt my pleasure building slowly, swirling and rising like an incoming tide.  I became oblivious to the watching crowd, concentrating instead on enjoying the sensations that were flowing through my body.  My orgasm built and crashed over me, my tight cunt contracting on his strong fingers and my hips bucking uncontrollably against his lips.

As my muscles tensed up I felt a sudden release around my tightly-corseted waist.  It was only as my manly masseur sat back, mission accomplished, that I realised I had ripped my corset with the strength of my orgasm.  Oh fuck.  A quick check revelaed that one panel had split completely, making it pretty much un-wearable.

I thanked my un-named lover for his attention and headed to the toilet to check out my attire.  Yes - like me, it was a bit fucked.  I took it off and handed it over to the cloakroom attendants, who by now must have been wondering what else I could take off.  I was now just in my high heels and neck corset, my panties having been discarded somewhere in the club when I was sat down.

So, I spent the remainder of the night pretty much naked, but thoroughly enjoyed dancing in the heaving dancefloor crowd, my nipples and tits being constantly brushed by soft leather or slippery latex as bodies moved against me.  I was in this state when I bumped into yet another old friend - Rubber Ron, the man behind the famous Submission club that I used to visit regularly in my early years in the fetish scene.  We had a lengthy chat, and I was amazed to find he was spending a fair bit of time in Manchester.  We promised to keep in touch, and I'm already looking forward to seeing him again and also what he has in store for Manchester itself.

As 4.00am approached I decided it was soon going to be time to seek out a taxi, so began saying goodbye to friends.  One, as I approached, said "I thought you might want these back - I rescued them from the chair where you left them."  It was my panties.  I slipped them back on, a ritualistic step back to normality.  I agreed to swap them for a quick snapshot taken on his phone - but once he'd sent it to me it turned out a little skewed thanks to his inebriated state...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Undressed for the party.
Finally, with all my goodbyes said, I was outside in the chilly night air, but there was still time for one last photo before the taxi arrived.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - taxi time.
It was 5.00am when I finally clambered into bed.  Another superb Zara DuRose party, and a fabulous trip to London, too.  A great Easter weekend, in other words.  I hope you all had an equally good time!

Sunday, 9 April 2017


This weekend was one of change.  A love affair ended, and in the best traditions of relationship break-ups, I arranged a new hairstyle.

The love affair in question was with my hair extensions.  I've had them for the best part of a year, but they had started to annoy and niggle me like a cantankerous and stubborn old lover.  I had slowly come to the realisation that the extensions were a really expensive way of completely destroying my hair - and when it comes to expensive dalliances, I realised I'd much rather be spending the money on either more high heels, lingerie (yes, Honey Birdette, I'm thinking of you), or parties.

So, Saturday was decision time.  Booked in at a very professional hairdressers in Manchester, I slid into one of my new leather-look catsuits and high heeled boots, slicked back my hair in the only style it was now capable of and headed off to see what advice I could get from the hairstylist.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - pre-hair change.
 The lovely lady stylist in question was quite straight-forward with her assessment - yes, the extensions were wrecking my own hair, and the only real answer was to go short and start again.

Now, that is fine advice.  But for a lady in my chosen profession, it leaves a conundrum.  My gentlemen visitors and prospective future visitors will all, no doubt, like different things.  Some will prefer longer hair, unquestionably, so "going short" could potentially leave some feeling, well, short-changed.  I had pondered this for some time before sitting in the stylist's chair, wondering which way to choose.  Continue in ever-decreasing circles of hair extensions, or be brave and confident and choose the shorter option?

I realised something.  A confident, stylish lady will always be more sexy and fun than one with, ahem, a few hair hang-ups.  In a rare moment that will possibly never be repeated in such a way, I submitted and left myself at the mercy of my pretty stylist.

A couple of hours later and it was ChangesOneDexi.  With my new shorter and, dare I say, much more modern hair-style, I wandered over to see friends at BonBon and Kiku for an opinion.  All my friends, thankfully, thought I looked much, much better, and even more so than my old 'classic' bob.  A bit of a relief, in truth.

With gorgeous weather promised for Sunday I decided that a little photoshoot was in order, to 'advertise' the new Dexi.  I called Transit-man, my go-to-guy when I need little favours.  He already had plans for the Sunday, but was more than willing to help out as usual.  So, under glorious clear blue skies it was a quick jaunt up to Rivington Barn, a favourite weekend haunt of my motorcycle-riding, Transit-driving gentleman friend.  I had slipped into my second new catsuit (one bought potentially for use in the bedroom, thanks to the two-way zip for 'full access'), complete with high-heeled boots and leather jacket, and had a fun couple of hours wandering around the assembled motorbikes and posing for photos.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Rivington Barn.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Rivington Barn.
Thankfully, his opinion of my hair was positive too.  "Bloody lovely, very stylish and yet edgy.  It's very you."  I was flattered at his genuine response, for once free of any sexual innuendo.  "You look miles better.  Anyway, it'll be even better for your work."  "Really?"  I asked.  "Yeah, you won't get hair in the way when you're sucking cock and your guys will get a better view while you're going down on them."

His loud opinions wouldn't have been so bad if we weren't stood in the middle of a quiet queue for the coffee-and-butty van at the time, mind.

So, in a much more positive and sexy frame of mind I'm gearing up for the rest of Spring and looking forward to more fun ahead.  Roll on 2017.

Saturday, 1 April 2017

A Bunch Of...

Hmmm.  So our beloved government has decided to take the role of parental guardian upon itself (again) and decided, in its never-beginning wisdom, to attempt to get another censorship law through parliament.  The Digital Economy Bill is principally aimed at video products, but there is much doubt that it will end there.

The aim, of course is to PROTECT THE CHILDREN!  Or, that is the banner under which it is promoted as being a positive step for society.  Of course we can all see the lies here.  The government has little interest in protecting the children but a much more vested interest in starting to monitor what adults can read and view online.

I would assume that most readers of my blog have at least a passing interest in themes of a sexual and adult nature.  In that case, please take time to read this blog - it is far more eloquent than I can be on the subject, and shows the massive flaws in the Bill.

There is, importantly, a petition to stop the law - again, I would ask that anyone who can sign this does.  It is vital for us all that any attempts to increase censorship of the written word and what adults can view online is stopped at this hurdle.

In the meantime, I've created my little 'Flower Of Freedom' just for this occasion - click the image for a super-sized version.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - self-portrait.
My little self-portrait not only represents things that may well disappear if the government get their way, but also symbolises our over-bearing, prudish and retrogressive government.

Yep.  It's a bunch of cunts.

Sunday, 26 March 2017

Leather and Lingerie in Leeds... and another update.

For me, sexy lingerie is as much as tool of the trade as well as something to covet.  However, these days, when even Agent Provocateur seem to be reducing their lines that include suspender belts, it means travelling a bit further to find suitably classy (yet a bit slutty) lingerie.

So, with a view to acquiring some more 'bedroom' outfits this weekend I travelled over to Leeds to check out the fabulous Honey Birdette store in the city centre.  Having already bought some of their lingerie sets I knew they were excellent quality and a good fit.

Luckily, gorgeous sunshine and clear blue skies heralded my arrival in the lovely Yorkshire city - even though in my over-knee high heeled boots and leather jacket I was dressed for somewhat cooler climes.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - leather in Leeds.
It was quite a lovely walk into the city centre alongside the canal, and certainly the first time this year I've felt the final farewell and waning of winter under the warming skies.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - leather in Leeds.
Pepped up further with a peppermint tea, I headed over to the Victoria Gate shopping area to find the lingerie specialists.  First, an impromptu stop at Victoria's Secret where I purchased a little weekend bag - I have some events planned this year and my old make-up bag was beginning to look a little worse for wear.  It was then a short stroll to Honey Birdette in the new and gleaming Victoria Centre.  Once inside the store itself, there was plenty to peruse among the delights of Honey Birdette.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - leather in Leeds.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Honey Birdette in Leeds.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - don't forget to look up at the ceiling at Honey Birdette!
Like Agent Provocateur, Honey Birdette specialise in stylish and sexy lingerie, and make no attempt to cool down the sensual and erotic side of their products and display - and I love it.  As the day was meant to be a try-on session only, I didn't really have any costs in mind - so ended up taking a few outfits into the changing rooms to see how well they looked.

Firstly, a red corselette, with plenty of fetishistic straps.  I've already got the matching bra, panties and suspender belt set, but wanted to try the girdle on for comparison.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Honey Birdette in Leeds.
I loved the style, bit it was a little too big on the bottom half.  Choosing the three-piece set was the better option I decided.

Next up, a green metallic set - Madame Emerald.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Honey Birdette in Leeds.
 I really liked Madame Emerald - it fitted beautifully and the colours were exceptional.  That was put to one side as a 'possible'.  Next up came of couple of sets that either didn't fit or I simply didn't like once they were on.

The next set was a fantastic fetish-inspired set call Elise.  I slipped on the leather-look bra, panties and suspender belt.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Honey Birdette in Leeds.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Honey Birdette in Leeds.
That, I thought was quite fabulous - so it went onto the 'possible' pile, too.  I was down to my last two outfits.

Next, Dolce Leo (which, to my rather poor Italian, means 'beautiful lion'). 

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Honey Birdette in Leeds.
This, I decided, was my favourite so far.  Sexy, slightly sleazy, and with a dash of vintage 1950's seductive and slutty vamp - that suited me, without a doubt.

Lastly, one I thought I'd try for the hell of it - the Fonda bodysuit.  As much as I liked the look of it on the website, I assumed it wouldn't be suitable - I like to have access to my pussy for work and fun, and bodysuits, with their closed crotch styles, don't provide this.  However, I was delighted to find that the Fonda bodysuit has a crotch with hook eye fastenings on it - meaning a quick unhook and I'm good to go!

I slipped it on.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Honey Birdette in Leeds.
 Fantastic.  A sheer top with leather-look bottom half, it appealed to me immediately.  Easy access means perfect for work, too, should anyone request such an outfit, and one to wear on a night out (given some of the clubs I go to).

I decided to go against my original plans of just trying outfits on, and bought the Dolce Leo leopard-print suspender set and the Fonda bodysuit.  I was close to buying the Elise leather-look set, too, but decided on another course of action.

I had another lovely stroll through the sunny street of Leeds, taking a chance to admire some of the lovely old architecture.  If it was Manchester, they'd have bulldozed the old buildings in the name of progress, no doubt.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Leeds.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Leeds.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Leeds.
Leaving Leeds, it was a short detour to the small town of Liversedge.  There's only one good reason for such a detour, though - Cathouse Clothing.  I popped in to see the lovely lady designer herself, and ordered two latex lingerie sets with matching latex stockings - these outfits mainly planned with work in mind.  I have a few visitors who like the idea of a lady in latex, but there are problems with this sometimes.  Firstly, some of my latex outfits are sadly too expensive to be worn in a hour-long sexathon, and secondly some, like catsuits, are too time-consuming to put on comfortably.  The Elise outfit from Honey Birdette gave me the impulse to sort a proper latex lingerie outfit that I can wear and be comfortable in, well, fucking in.

So, a trip to Yorkshire proved productive and somewhat expensive, too - but I'm looking forward to wearing my new outfits as soon as possible.

Lastly - another update.  Due to demand and some repeated requests, I've decided to modify my booking hours slightly.  I am now offering OUTCALLS for the foreseable future to all Manchester Airport hotels from 5.00pm until 8.00pm, on Monday through to Thursday evenings.  Due to transport requirements, I will need 48 hours notice to be able to confirm that I can make the appointment.

I hope to be able to welcome you to Manchester on your arrival at the airport, or indeed give you a leaving present and memory that will make you want to return soon!

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Outcalls now available.