Sunday, 26 July 2020

Water Wonders

My photo album on my computer is remarkbly small for 2020.  Usually by July I've been to lot of places and had some interesting little adventures.  Not so for 2020 though, of course.  Thanks to this years 'detention period' limbo, I've done bugger all... apart from enjoy the odd local walks around parks, public footpaths (for those outside of the UK these are public rights of way, even across farm and private land) and canal-side walks.

One such walk took me to the Anderton Boat Lift, an ingenious piece of nineteenth-century engineering (1875 to be exact) that could lift barges the 50-foot height difference from the River Weaver to the Trent and Mersey Canal without needing time-consuming canal locks.  As the footpaths around there were properly laid and concreted it meant I could wear some high heels and some very striking skin-tight black leather-look leggings, drawing a few looks from the small number of fellow, but more sensibly dressed, walkers on the towpaths.

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On other walks I've been a little better prepared, as usually canal-side towpaths are uneven and pretty muddy... so the high heels stay home.  One of my favourite walks is from Northwich, on the Trent and Mersey Canal (the one that the Anderton Boat Lift raises the boats to).  In the midst of the covid stress-and-nonsense it became a haven of tranquility and peace, where the craziness of the world could be forgotten for a few hours.  There were always lovely things to catch the eye on the five-hour walk...

...like huge, beautiful and intricate cobwebs on old narrowboats...

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...noisy and very fluffy moorhen chicks...

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...lovely old narrowboats...

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...noisy and fluffy ducklings (it was clearly Spring)...

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...bright, beautiful wildflowers (no, I have no idea what they were)...

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...some very tight denim shorts...

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,,,patient (but stupid... when you approach they always fly fifty foot down the canal so you catch them up again in a couple of minutes and the cycle is repeated endlessly) herons...

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...lovely bright thistles (which bees adore)...

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...butterflies warming themselves prettily in the hot sun...

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Wait.  Denim shorts?  Where did they come from?  Oh, yes... a little 'selfie' after I'd been walking one day whilst wearing them.  So...

...some very tight, sexy denim shorts with a hint of cameltoe...

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... and speaking of  camelidae (yes, I can use google-stuff!) alpacas (a member of the camel family) and donkeys...

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...some older 'teenage' ducklings - noisy, hungry ("give us yer food or we'll 'ave yer") and delightful (they had all my oats... ducks love oats)...

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...regal swans (but if anyone tells you that the UK doesn't really have any properly dangerous and aggressive animals, they have not met one of these pretentious psychopaths) with a full brood of soon-to-be-psychopaths...

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...and, looking away from the water side, lovely views across Cheshire.

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As I said earlier, I am usually well-prepared for my walks.  Drink (as in water, not alcohol), food (for me and lovely thug-ducks), and assorted suncreams, sticking plasters (just in case) and paper hankies.

The last thing usually comes in handy as, at some point during my five-hour stroll, I need to have a pee, so they are handy little wipes.  On my most recent walk I pretty much got to the end of the walk before realising I needed a pee.  Panties down, leggings down, and an unglamorous squat allowed a lovely stream of piss to water the canal side.  I'd done my best to check for other walkers as usual, but just as I finished and had literally pulled up my panties a group of six walkers strolled into view.  A few seconds earlier and they would have been treated to a full-on piss presentation.  I've used this as the Picture Of The Week on my website (lovely and large), but here's a little taster.  Taster?  Yes, I know some you would love to be under that stream...


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Sunday, 12 July 2020

12th July 2020

Recently I headed to one of my local parks for a spot of modelling for some new photos.  Sadly, it didn't work out as well as expected - within a few minutes of arriving there began a steady drizzle that unfortunately put a stop to the proceedings.  My outfit - a short tight leather jacket, high-heeled ankle boots and some gorgeous 100 denier crotchless tights, wasn't really weather-proof.

I did get a few shots, though, and one features as this week's Picture Of The Week.  I thought I'd add another one here, a portrait-style shot, just as a little update.

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Sunday, 5 July 2020

5th July 2020

As I noted yesterday, today is the 100th post and the last of my little 'daily' ones.  One hundred days.  Wow.  It seems like a lifetime ago when I last felt things were 'normal'.  But I've decided, with the kind of firm, decisive stance that the goverment could do with, that something has to change.

So, this week will mark the return to fun for me.  Yes, as of this week I'm properly back in business.  I know things could change again, a lá Leicester, if the government decides that we in the north west are 'misbehaving' and 'not following the rules' and lockdown the whole area again on a whim to 'teach us a lesson', (perhaps coronavirus isn't the only recent thing they've imported from the Chinese - an undemocratic, authoritarian state seems to be the other) but that is out of my hands.  So, the daily posts will finish today, and I intend to try and get out and about at least for some new photos.  In all likelihood the blog will be quiet for a little while as there's still not really a lot going on in the fetish or cultural worlds, but I'll try and do something.  I think we all have to do something to find ourselves again.

I've actually enjoyed the daily posts.  Once or twice I've forgotten to do them (I usually wrote them the night before), so ended up getting out of bed in the middle of the night to write the following day's post... usually half-asleep.  A few working ladies and Dommes I know extolled the 'business plan' of using 'Only Fans' and suchlike for updating photos and, importantly, earning extra cash, but I decided against that, for two reasons.

One... I simply like my blog.  It's mine.  Over the years I've spent probably hundreds of hours writing and editing it... and I'm a bit proud of my little labour of love and lust.  I wanted to keep it alive and thriving, and under the hard days of the early lockdown I knew it would be hard to keep it nourished without a rethink of what I could do with it.

Secondly, without getting too sentimental, I figured there was a chance there would be some people out there that just might be having their own struggles with the sudden descent into the weird dystopian society that the lockdown brought.  If my little posts kept them entertained for only a few minutes each day, it was worth it.  Also, I've been a very lucky lady.  Through my 'vocation' as a sex worker I've met some genuinely lovely gentlemen, who have paid me for my time and delighted me with some fabulous sex as a bonus.  For those lovely chaps, it was a little "thank you - hope to see you soon" payback... well-earned, and well meant.

I hope it's been entertaining - sometimes the posts brought back lost memories, sometimes they were written to vent some frustration at the state of the world, sometimes they helped me relive fabulous moments and reminded me of what is really important.

Today's photo, then, is a little (there is a larger one on my website as the first of my new Picture Of The Week updates) quickie.  The corona-chastity is off, and I'm determined to rediscover and reconnect, high-heeled step-by-step if need be, with the world again.

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Saturday, 4 July 2020

4th July 2020

Well, here we are.  July 4th.  Pubs (sort of) re-opening, and things (sort of) getting back to 'normal'.  With job losses, both recent and impending, starting to be a concern there is a feeling that things need to change... and soon.  With that in mind, it is probably the time to make my 100th daily post the last.  My intention is to try and get out and about a bit more and hopefully restart my Picture Of The Week theme on my website.

As for stopping... I know I've said it before, but picking a number like 100 to finish on as opposed to, say, 89, feels more complete.  It's an arbitrary number, of course, but we like decimals.  So, for the penultimate daily post, let me pull out something especially explicit. 

Taken just before the lockdown after a rather energetic and very enjoyable fucking session, it may serve as a reminder to those who have missed my company in the recent months.  I bet you can almost smell my perfume, post-fuck sweat and sexy, sated pussy already...

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Friday, 3 July 2020

3rd July 2020

High heeled boots and pussy - who doesn't love that combination?  One from a photo set I did in August 2012, some of which were used for my Adultwork private gallery.  Presented just for you, now, in 2020.

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Thursday, 2 July 2020

2nd July 2020

Back to my wonderful visit to the Aviator hotel in July last year.  I did rebook this lovely place for another visit this year, but something caused me to have to cancel it.  I've already promised myself that I will return though once things are a little more normal - out of all the hotels I've stayed in, it's one of my favourites.


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Wednesday, 1 July 2020

1st July 2020

When I was writing yesterday's post I liked the line 'for your pleasure'... but it took a few minutes to realise what it was.  For Your Pleasure.  The second album from glam rock, space-age, retro-tastic, future-fantastic Roxy Music.  Some of my Strictly Confidential gentleman visitors to my little Dream Home to enjoy my Beauty Queen pleasures might know why this strikes a chord.

I don't have a photo of myself in a slinky dress and high heels with a panther at my feet, with a lounge-lizard Bryan Ferry waiting to whisk me away in a sleazy 1970s Americana automobile (not for the lack of trying, you understand - although I have kissed him...!).  I do have this one, though.  No Ferry, no American car, no airport and definitely no panther.  I do have the high heels and slinky dress, though...

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