Monday, 12 March 2018

Snow, Spring and Stockport.

Wow.  I can't believe that my last post was waaaaaay back in January.  What the hell happened in February?  Oh yes, now I remember...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Beast Fromt The East arrives... but not so much in Manchester.
Yes, the arrival of 'The Beast From The East', the pretty horrendous weather front that blasted all the way across central Europe from Russia, resulting in snow in Rome (very rare), blocked roads and communities across eastern Scotland and England, caused frozen seas around the UK and gave the chance for some Lowry-esque snow-art in Sheffield...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - my kind of artwork.
Meanwhile, here in Manchester it also snowed.  A bit.  Whilst the northern reaches of the city (Rochdale, etc) and the Pennines side were, well, snowed under, in the city centre there were a few flurries of the white stuff which soon turned to a Manchester-grey slush.

Unfortunately for me, it meant a quieter time than usual, as some travelling gentlemen simply couldn't make it.  I kept myself warm with hot drinks, whisky, dairy-free cakes and chocolate (courtesy of a re-located Bon Bon) and the occasional hot sex from those chaps who did battle through the weather to stoke their hard pokers in my hot fireplace.

So, the grim month of February was, well, more grim than usual, so I found myself longing for March to bring the promise of some sunshine and the first buds of Spring.  With this in mind, I arranged to meet up with Stockport friends for a trip to the busy Vintage Market in the town centre.

Luckily, Sunday dawned lovely and bright, so I dressed in my leather-look shiny skin-tight leggings, Natacha Marro fetish boots and new Harris Tweed jacket from Violet Flamingo and headed to Stockport to meet the rest of my vintage-following friends.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fetish boots and sexy leggings.
Already, a fabulous old Ford Zephyr was parked outside the old Market Hall as a lovely welcome...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Ford Zephyr at Stockport Vintage Market.
 ...complete with a rather interesting little window graphic...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - cock-up... my kind of car!
Cock up?  Hmmm... similar to my line of work, perhaps, only mine would be cocks...

Inside the Market Hall there were numerous traders, offering vintage wares from clothing, memorabilia, collectibles, books and records.  Fabulous.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Stockport Vintage Market.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Stockport Vintage Market.
I was actually on the look-out for a vintage-style hat to go with my new tweed jacket, (which is still only half an outfit as the skirt is still being made by the designer at Violet Flamingo), but sadly couldn't find one to suit.

After an hour or so browsing the stalls it was time to head for tea and cake in the finest vintage tradition.  That meant only one place in Stockport - the outstanding Hillgate Cakery, purveyors of the finest and best cakes in town - and all dairy-free, to boot!  I cannot recommend this fantastic place enough.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hillgate Cakery, Stockport.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hillgate Cakery, Stockport.
After gorging on a truly scrumptious (and huge slice) Biscotti Cake and tea, we marched back up the hill to the Market Place (one of the gents in the group decided that he simply couldn't live without a motoring magazine from 1964 - and in great condition - for £2!) we found more glorious cars had arrived in the pretty market square.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous cars, Stockport Vintage Market.
There was one more brief look around whilst the 1964 magazine was purchased, which gave me time to spot a very sexy leopard-fur cropped jacket, which I had to have for £5, and immediately gave me the idea for a photoshoot.  Sated with a few purchases and Hillgate Cakery's finest wares, we finally said our goodbyes and headed home.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fetish boots and shinky leggings, Stockport Vintage Market.
Did I find a glimpse of Spring on Sunday?  Of course.  Not only did the sun come out to greet us, but a couple of my favourite fuzzy creatures did, too.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Stockport BEES!
As George Harrison sang in 1969, Here Comes The Sun.  Lovely.

Sunday, 28 January 2018

Metal Pussies and Steel Panther

The 'Rock'n'Roll Winter' theme continued this week at Manchester's Apollo venue.  Although I don't have a 'normal' 9-to-5 job, it's still a bit hard to get enthused about mid-week gigs.  Nevertheless, at 6.15pm Wednesday I was queuing up with a somewhat mixed bunch of music fans for a night of entertainment courtesy of the one and only Steel Panther.

Although not freezing cold, it was nevertheless chilly enough to keep my little dresses in the wardrobe and slip into my skin-tight shiny leggings and high heeled boots.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - shiny leggings and high heels.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Shiny leggings and high heels.
First up, though, were Wayward Sons, fronted by ex-Little Angels vocalist Toby Jepson (for those who remember 1990s rock bands).  As a fan of the trash rock/90s bands I saw Little Angels back 'in the day', and was looking forward to seeing how Mr Jepson was doing with his new band - especially as I'd missed them in November at Hard Rock Hell.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Wayward Sons.
I can report that Wayward Sons were... OK.

Hmmm.  I hoped the next act up, Inglorious, (and another band I missed at HRH) would be a little better.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort -Inglorious.
 Thankfully, they were.  I especially loved 'Holy Water', a blues-rock masterpiece.  Inglorious could have played just that one song and still have been more interesting than Wayward Sons.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Inglorious.
Once Inglorious had left the stage to rousing applause, we waited in anticipation for the main act, Steel Panther - and the reason that it is a sold-out tour.  For those not in the know, Steel Panther are a brilliant parody of  late 1980s/1990s thrash metal.  Songs such as 'Asian Hooker', 'It Won't Suck Itself', 'Stripper Girl' give a good representation of the tongue-in-cheek lyrics - probably not appropriate weeding songs.  They hit the stage in a blast of bright lights and the thundering music of 'Eyes Of A Panther'.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Steel Panther.
Part of the show is lots of comedic macho piss-taking, which began as soon as the chords of the first song were still echoing off the walls.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Steel Panther.
 The comedy wouldn't work so well if the band couln't play, but the songs and musicmanship remain top-notch, even piledriving through tracks like Asian Hooker (Smells like sushi...), Wasted Too Much Time (Wasted too much time fucking you! I wasted too much money buying shit for you, too!) and Poontang Boomerang (Met a girl on Tinder, about a year ago, Ass felt like a beanbag, stinky down below...)

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Steel Panther.
Being Steel Panther, the crowd soon got involved in the show - starting with girls baring their breasts and flashing the band, which of course was whole-heartedly encouraged.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Steel Panther.
Things take a step further when the band get a sexy lady out of the crowd and onto the stage to 'serenade' her... but this is Steel Panther, so the love song was 'Weenie Ride' (I'll take your ass for a weenie ride, Spread your cheeks and swallow your pride, It's scary like a rollercoaster, It will stretch you out so wide).

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Steel Panther.
For the next song, '17 Girls In A Row' (I fucked 17 girls in a row last night and 10 of them gave me head, I had to tip the maid a hundred dollar bill to clean the wet spot off the bed, yes I did...) they hauled out a stage-full of ladies from the audience, much to the delight of the crowd.  I wish I'd been closer to the front - I'd have been on the stage with my tits out, given the chance!

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Steel Panther and sexy girls.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Steel Panther and red-hot blonde.
They finished the main set with a rousing 'Death To All But Metal' (Death to Britney Spears, kill the little slut, Kill Madonna too and then fuck her in the butt, Fuck Mariah Carey, death to Sheryl Crow
They can kiss each other on their camel toe, 50 Cent's a fag, so is Kanye West, Shooting hot sperm on each others' ches

They came back for two encores, Commuity Property (I would give you the stars in the sky
But they're too far away, If you were a hooker, you'd know I'd be happy to pay
...) and lastly Party All Day, Fuck All Night.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Steel Panther.
They were utterly brilliant - and I can whole-heartedly recommend seeing them if you get the chance.  Just don't take your mother.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Shiny leggings and high heels for Steel Panther.
If you want to entertain yourselves with some Steel Panther classics from the safety of your home, just check out two examples...

Monday, 1 January 2018

Revolutions, Resolutions and Rebellions

Hmmm... so, some of the more eagle-eyed among you may have noticed that there hasn't been a new post since the 10th December, and I've also neglected my usual Christmassy attempt for the Picture Of The Week for my website.

There are two reasons.  Reason One - it's been the usual hectic Season Of Goodwill©, which was then partly ruined by an ongoing access issue with my internet provider - which was Reason Two.  The bits of Goodwill I had remaining for Christmas and the New Year were quickly worn out by having all my access denied to certain websites - mine and my Blog included - when my internet connection was even running, that is.  It was only after repeated attempts to resolve it with their lovely but rather inept overseas call centre and I finally asked them to cancel my account was it finally sorted. Thankfully, all appears to be OK now, so on with the (now belated) Best Wishes for 2018.

So, a recap first.  Since the 10th December and my visit to Marilyn Manson, I've been busy with fitting in family and friend visits inbetween spreading some Christmas joy by spreading my legs and having some very lovely gentlemen give me their own hot and hard Yuletide Logs.

Then, an announcement in late December made the Season Of Goodwill© even less palatable - Bonbon, one of my favourite shops and regular haunt, was to be closing it's door for the final time on the 30th December.  Many readers will know that the sensational little chocolate boutique has featured a few times over the years, so it felt genuinely like a personal loss to hear the news.  The reason - the site where the shop stands on tiny John Street (an appropriate name to me, of course - no wonder I felt at home there!) is being flattened and redeveloped.  Into another city centre apartment block... because what we need in the city centre, and especially the characterful Northern Quarter is more apartments, I think.

Wanting to take some flowers along as a gift for the lovely girls that run it, I checked out a few flower shops but the displays were all a bit sad and tired.  I decided to try Frog, just around the corner from Bonbon.  The owner was busy filling his van with wedding flowers (he was booked to provide the flowers for a New Years Eve wedding in London!).  I asked about a couple of small bouquets, but he replied that he only did corporate and wedding events.    I mentioned the girls from Bonbon and, bless him, he immediately stopped his work and put together two gorgeous bunches of flowers for me - he was perhaps almost as sad to see them go as I was.  So, flowers in hand, I made my way over to the heavenly haunt and had my last hot chocolate, tea, choccy cake and , er, chocolates - it sounds a lot, but I was there for the last three hours of the opening.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bonbon, Manchester.
However, there has been some last minute good news - Bonbon will still be operating from a new venue just a few hundred yards away on Oldham Street.  I'm already looking forward to visiting again at the new home.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bonbon, Manchester
 Christmas Day itself was spent with friends getting shamefully drunk in a local bar (as my annual walk in the Lakes was rained off again for the 3rd year running), that must have wondered what hit it in the four hours it was open over lunch time.  My personal bar bill was over £100 - something of a record for just four hours of drinking.  My only excuse, your Honour, was that I bought a few rounds of drinks for the bar staff, too.  Still, the alcohol was a bit of a shock to my party-weary body and the receipts almost as much of a shock the following morning.  Oh well - it was Christmas.

Finally, onto New Years Eve.  This year it was rejoining friends for a long night at Manchester's Rebellion bar on Deansgate Locks.  Deansgate Locks, I have to say, is not my usual haunt, but the circus theme of the night, plus ten hours of rock/heavy metal and 1980's 'classics' with a friendly and alternative crowd was enough to lure me to the area.

I chose my red corset, some fishnet tights, frilly panties (crotchless, so some very skimpy g-string thongs underneath to keep my modesty in place and my new Natacha Marro boots.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - New Years Eve Rebellion, Manchester.
Thankfully, the heavy rain had eased by the time we got to the club and joined the short queue.  Once inside, there were hook-a-duck and shooting stalls and a horse racing game.  I tried my hand at hooking first, being something of a, well, hooker.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - hooking, of course.
I can happily report that my hooking was successful, and I returned to my table with a new Hawaiian garland.  Next, after another drink, shooting.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - shooting, unsuccessfully.
Sadly, this time my hand-eye coordination wasn't so good, and despite two attempts I failed.  I was especially disappointed as I really wanted to win the cheap over-sized sunglasses on offer as a prize.  I must have looked a bit dejected as a chap nearby, the proud winner of such a pair of stylish eye-wear, gave me his instead.

Lastly, the horse riding game, which involved rapidly 'riding' a plastic toy horse and the quicker you 'rode' it the faster it went.  Surprisingly, it seemed like I was good at riding and using my hands, too, as I won that one.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - riding.
 Riding and hooking - I'll stick to these in future.

The night was improved dramatically a little later on.  I had been doing a lap-dance for some of the friends in the group, when a voluptuous girl on a nearby sofa caught my eye.  Long red hair, gorgeous lips and all tits and arse, she was stunning in her short and loose dress.  I walked over to her and began to give her a lap dance - which she clearly loved.  I could feel her hands all over my body, touching me in places that would have got her kicked out of lap-dancing clubs when I was a dancer!

I straddled M as she sat on the sofa, brushing my breasts across her face before lowering my face to hers.  She quickly leaned forward and began kissing me, and I felt her hot tongue in my mouth.  Now, I've had a few similar experiences at fetish clubs, but not a vanilla rock club.  Nevertheless, I kissed the gorgeous girl back, and pretty soon we were fully engaged in some very heavy petting.  I felt her hand snaking up between my thighs, and very quickly they slipped inside my panties, sliding gently over my moist pussy lips.  We pretty much remained entangled for the remainder of the night, either on the dance-floor, rubbing up against ach other and allowing our hands to stroke and caress, or on the sofa, with our fingers buried in each others damp panties, exploring the heat and warmth of our bodies.  At one point she straddled me as I sat on the sofa.  I ran my hands over M's thighs, gliding my fingers over the tops of her stockings and suspenders (my kind of girl!) before easing two fingers into her hot and soaking cunt.  In the midst of a crowded club I finger fucked her, her glorious juices oiling my fingers and running down over my hand.  I pulled my hand away, and delighted in tasting her heavenly nectar as I sucked her cum off my fingers.  At one point, with a couple of guys staring like they'd never seen two girls fucking before (ah, but we were in a normal nightclub, though - I forget sometimes!) I did wonder if we'd get thrown out, but no-one seemed to bother too much!

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort -  more fun and games at Rebellion, Manchester.
My fishnet tights did get completely ruined in the course of the night thanks to M's inquisitive fingers, but it was certainly worth it.

It was well past 3.30am when I decided it was time to head home - all my lipstick seemed to have transferred over to M and my hands smelling sweetly of her perfume and cunt juice.  A great night out and a great way to see in 2018 - I hope the rest of the year is as good.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Happy New Year!

Sunday, 10 December 2017

A Winter Break with Marilyn Manson

Through the icy rain the northern winds may blow  
But now your friendly music keeps me warm each night
It's the perfect pleasure you might never know
Come on, come on, come on  
You'll be alright...
Rock 'n' Roll Winter - Wizzard

Indeed, it is turning into a bit of a 'Rock N Roll Winter' this year.  Shortly after the aural assault that was HRH last month in Wales, on 4th December was now time for a rare visit of shock-rocker Marilyn Manson to Manchester.  Even better as it was a 'free' ticket - joining a friend as her better half couldn't make it due to work commitments.

So, dolled-up in skimpy top, leather jacket, fishnets, spray-on shorts and my Alexander McQueen studded fetish shoes, I made my way to one of the less-salubrious areas of Manchester where the O2 Apollo sat awaiting the congregation who had gathered to hear the words of the original AntiChrist Superstar.

Thankfully, the icy rain and northern winds mentioned in Wizzard's song remained at bay - especially as a queue of over a thousand people was snaked around the venue by the time I arrived.  That meant a bit of a wait - even after the doors had opened.

Soon, though, we had found our seats (up in the 'circle'), in plenty of time to snap a couple of photos before the support act, Amazonica.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Alexander McQueen shoes for Marilyn Manson.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - a bit of rock-chick sleaze...
Finally, the lights dimmed and Amazonica arrived onstage.  A sexy and feisty blonde DJ, she played a non-stop whirl of industrial and vintage rock, all superbly mixed and delivering a stupendously rousing start to the night.  Led Zeppelin's 'Whole Lotta Love' fused with Nirvana's 'Smells Like Teen Spirit', under-laid by a powerhouse of thundering techno industrial noise straight out of a metalwork factory.  Superb.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Amazonica.
It all seemed to be over far too quickly, and a very long wait before Marilyn Manson finally appeared.  It is now over twenty years since the band's first album, 'Portrait Of An American Family' and two decades since 'Antichrist Superstar' turned an unforgiving mirror to America's tarnished facade and caused outrage and horror in the USA, especially the Bible-belt of the southern states.  Manson's problem is that in the intervening years the world has become even more grotesque and crazy than it was in the late 1990s - with an American President a worse caricature than any that Manson could have imagined in his darkest nightmares, how could the singer still rage against the world with the same shocking venom, when the world itself is more insane and screwed up than ever?

Eventually the curtains parted and Manson and his band hit the stage at full speed - ripping through 'Revelation #12', even though the singer was still confined to a motorised wheelchair after breaking a leg when part of the stage section crashed down during the US stint of their tour.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Marilyn Manson.
That incident, in New York back in October, was an irony probably not lost on Manson himself as the stage set featured two guns, a Manson obsession about America's own fatalistic gun obsession.  

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Marilyn Manson.
Second song up, 'This Is The New Shit' had the sell-out crowd roaring its approval, Manson then delivering selections from an extensive back catalogue, but the flow was interrupted in between songs so that 'medics' could help Manson onto his feet and, towards the end of the show, onto a hospital bed - which he raged against like the only sane person in a mental asylum staffed by sociopaths, possibly a metaphor for how Manson sees himself and the world.  Indeed, in a world where America can deliver endless TV channels for right-wing evangelistic preachers, a Christian far-right that denounces homosexuality, consensual sexual relations and pornography, and yet has more guns per head than anywhere else in the world (and more gun-related murders) it is not hard to see why Manson has chosen to stand as an opponent and confront the madness head on.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Marilyn Manson.
Unfortunately, it seemed the spell between the songs was getting longer and longer, and despite Manson statement that he was "a bit broken but you can't break me", it did appear that the singer was tiring towards the end.  Nevertheless, a rousing 'The Beautiful People', all the way from his 1996 Antichrist Superstar album closed the show in a raging and emotional finale.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Marilyn Manson.
Under the circumstances then, a great show, but if they ever return to Manchester I'll make a point of going again in the hope of seeing an unbridled Manson raging at the world as only he can.

The following day I had a little more Christmas joy.  Back in October, whilst I was in London for the London Fetish Weekend, I made the trip over to Natacha Marro on Brick Lane to have my pair of black leather fetish boots repaired.  I also put in an order for a new pair, with a 1950's fetish-style.  Both pairs of boots finally arrived on Tuesday - my old black pair lovingly restored to their fuckable fetish glory, and my new pair of shiny patent fetish boots.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Natacha Marro boots!

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Natacha Marro boots!
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Natacha Marro boots!
The new skin-tight boots were designed with an aim to be able to wear them for very long periods, either during the day or at fetish clubs, hence the vintage-styled heels and platforms.  Hopefully I'll be able to get them out during the day soon and have some proper snaps taken.

Friday, 1 December 2017

Torture Garden, Brighton 2017

Last Saturday the alarm clock was set early, and I was up at the astonishing time of 5.30am in order to get ready for a trip to Brighton.  It's not often I'm up at this time of the day, of course, (I am a 'Lady Of The Night', after all, not a 'Lady Of The Oh My God It's Only Fucking 5.30am').  In all honesty, I wasn't intending to be up at that time, but I'd set the time wrong on the clock, so was up an hour earlier than planned.

Still, I wasn't quite ready for when my carriage arrived at 8.30am, but before 9.00am we were on our way south.  A trouble-free journey was broken up by stop off at Meejana in Weybridge for lunch, Lebanese-style, before we finally got to our hotel at 2.00pm.  Sadly, due to my travelling companions' work commitments, there wouldn't be time for a walk around Brighton, so it was a straight-forward 'there and back again' kind of trip.  That meant an afternoon kip before getting ready for the night ahead.  Yes, it was Torture Garden, and their fetish night taking a trip of it's own to the seaside resort. 

I dressed in my Cathouse outfit that comprised of a long transparent robe with matching stockings and panties.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex, Torture Garden @ Brighton.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex, Torture Garden @ Brighton.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - latex, Torture Garden @ Brighton.
It wasn't my first trip to the venue - I'd been to Stanmore House back in June, but didn't have a very good time thanks to a bout of heatstroke.  At least there was no chance of that in this weather.  My original plan was to get to the venue, early and snap some photos outside the stunning mansion house in the gardens, but the weather wasn't quite playing ball.  By 8.30pm it was already icing up the cars in the hotel car park, so I didn't quite fancy posing in my thin latex and freezing my extremities off. 
First stop - the bar. After buying my rum and coke I had a wander.  The upstairs dungeons were cordoned off - no doubt still getting ready for the night ahead, but the downstairs area already had a dance room pounding out hardcore techno, whilst those with more refined musical tastes could listen to a somewhat more eclectic mix in the second and main dance area.  There was plenty of lovely seating areas and - joy of joys - even some roaring log fires.  I joined a latex-clad gent in front of the blazing fire, conscious of walking that thin tightrope between keeping warm and melting the latex of my robe whilst we chatted.

Eventually the club filled up, and the extra body heat soon warmed the rest of the rooms.  More friends joined the group and I managed to catch up with Zara DuRose, who would be overseeing one of the S&M Playrooms upstairs.

I found myself back at the bar, this time buying a can of Old Jamaica Ginger Beer.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World.
The barman rang it into the till.  "£4.20" he said.  No, I wasn't buying a case of the bloody things, and expect some mark-up on the normal costs - these are probably about 60p from a supermarket - but that was highway robbery.  The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World was duly poured into a glass and I wandered off, feeling ever-so-slightly robbed - I wondered if the person who recently bought this...

... for $46,437,500 felt the same way afterwards.  At least they got to keep the bloody thing, though.

As expected, the venue was now full of some gorgeous ladies and gents, with suitably superb outfits.  The two upstairs dungeon/playrooms were busy with a steady flow of people using the equipment and furniture provided.  I had a quick look in the 'Couples Room' (I had to french-kiss the girl I was nosing around with to prove we were a 'couple' before being allowed to enter - OK for me, but for my straight and definitely not-bisexual friend, probably not so OK!) but there didn't seem to be much happening.

Midway through the night I bumped into a gorgeous young lady that I'd met briefly at the Zara DuRose party during the London Fetish Weekend.  This time around I had a little more chance to chat to the lovely Gothic Girl in the quieter upstairs area.  Feeling decidedly frisky, we headed off to the Couples Room - only to find a long queue waiting to get in.  'Bollocks to that', I thought.  "We could just have fun here," I said, "it is a fetish club after all..."

We walked over to a low seat in the upstairs bar - the bar area also acted as a thoroughfare between the couples room, the two dungeon playrooms and was the access point for the large stairway.. but playing in public has never been a hindrance to me, thankfully.  I sat back on the seat, removed my latex panties and Gothic Girl knelt between my parted thighs and began licking my excited cunt.  She slid a finger into the oiled sheath of my pussy, keeping a steady rhythm and pressure as she finger-fucked me and licked my clit at the same time.  I glanced up to see a small crowd of watching faces, just as I felt the familiar waves of the rush of orgasm swell over my cunt.

We swapped places, and I took my time undoing Gothic Girl's tight top and peeling off her panties.  I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on her small but gorgeous tits.  She spread her legs a little more and I dipped my head between her perfumed thighs and began to lick her pussy.  She tasted absolutely divine, a heady sweetness of pheromones that rampaged through my senses.  So much for taking it slowly - I dived in, licking and sucking every drop of her luscious liqueur that I could, and it seemed as though she was dancing on my tongue and probing fingers in no time as she came.

We chatted for a while afterwards before rejoining our friends.  Feeling in need of more refreshment I went back to the bar.  It was my turn to buy a small round of drinks - this time I was going to need three Ginger Beers.  I passed my order to Dick Turpin, sorry, the barman, and girded myself for the £13 bill.  "The tills have gone down, so I can't ring it through," said Mr. Turpin.  I passed over my £20 note and got £2 back.  I queried the cost.  Yes, inflation being what it is (or must be in this part of the world), the cost was now £18 for the three drinks.  £6 per can of Ginger Beer.  That meant that this...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - NOT The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World.
... was now no longer The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World.  At £6 per can, this was...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The Most Expensive Ginger-Flavoured Sugared Water In The World.
Robbing twats.  At least the original Dick Turpin wore a mask to hide his face whilst committing his shameful deeds.

By 2.00am the club was emptying, and I found myself chatting to the chap that I'd met earlier in the night in front of the fire.  I could see the outline of his cock and balls beneath the latex of his trousers, and began to feel the need of some more fun.  "Fancy checking out the Couples Room?" I asked.  He agreed and we wandered over... only to find it closed for the night.  Sadly, the chap wasn't quite ready for some public play, so my one bout of fucking with Gothic Girl would be my only fun that night.  At least I finished the night bereft of my panties - always the sign of a good time.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Torture Garden, Brighton.
At nearly 3.00am it was time to leave, and we headed back into the freezing night.  Just twenty minutes later I was in my warm bed.

The Torture Garden event marked what was really the last of the year's fetish events - but what a fetish year it has been, with Berlin, Hamburg, and the London Fetish Weekend among various other parties, too.  It's taken up a lot of money, but I have had some truly wonderful times and met some wonderful people.

So, with December now upon us, it is full-steam ahead for Christmas and hopefully a few more nights out.  In the meantime, if you fancy spreading some good cheer (or, if not, spreading me instead...), having your cockles warmed and enjoying the season of love, then give me a call.  I have some lovely warming Ginger Beer chilling in the fridge, too, if you really want to splash out...