Sunday, 29 December 2013

Christmas Day Ramblings and Rumblings

Firstly, I hope everyone's had a lovely Christmas.  It's not all over just yet through, as we still have New Year's Eve to get through, and so far I have to say that my holiday season has been a bit, er.... rubbish.  My sinusitis hasn't fully gone, so I've suffered through the Christmas season with the feeling that I've got a head cold from hell.  It left me feeling a little, well, like Bad Santa (hence the Picture Of The Week).  My plans for a more seasonal Picture Of The Week went slightly awry - thanks to my sinusitis and Manchester's usual seasonal weather (it rained).  I resorted to some very obvious photoshopping to convey how I felt.  Bah Humbug!

Nevertheless, I was determined not to have my whole Christmas ruined.  As some of you may remember, every Christmas Day a small group of us pack a car and head off to the Lake District for an early morning fell-walk.  Last year it was Loweswater.  This year the plans were for a decent hike up Walla Crag (1200ft high and 5 miles long) near Derwentwater, but my slightly poorly condition meant that this was changed to the shorter and slightly easier Falcon Crag (900ft and 3 miles), again on the east-side of Derwentwater.

It was a very early start at 7.00am on Christmas morning, and by 9.00am we had parked up in the designated car park and beginning our walk.

The first past of the walk takes you across the bottom of Falcon Crag, the way made difficult by the numerous boulders that have fallen from the Crag and litter the area.  Although not high up, I still got a lovely view down Derwentwater through the early morning mist towards Keswick.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Derwentwater, Christmas Day 2013
The next section of the trek took us to Ashness Bridge - apparently one of the most photographed scenes in the Lakes before heading steeply uphill towards the top of Falcon Crag.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Ashness Bridge, Christmas Day 2013
 The ascent of the Crag was a bit heavy going, the buffeting wind taking quite a lot of energy to fight against, but some of the views from higher up the Crag were well worth it - the pretty town of Keswick could now be seen, and the first rays of sunshine were fighting their way through the mist and clouds.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - view from Falcon Crag, Christmas Day 2013
 The view from the top of Falcon Crag was stunning - a clear panorama from the south shores of Derwentwater to the Keswick and the imposing heights of Skiddaw at the north of the lake, and across the lake the hills of Cat Bells and High Spy were all lit by the brightening sun.  It was only a short walk across the top of the windswept Crag before beginning the descent, the walk still providing lovely views.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Keswick and Derwentwater, Christmas Day 2013
 After two and a half hours we were back in the car, a little more windblown and tired than we were setting off, but all pleased by the delightful trek. 

We headed back to Keswick, to finish off with a customary drink at The Inn At Keswick.  I adore this pub, and by Christmas lunchtime it is full of tired walkers, dogs and Christmas cheer.  They always serve lovely beer and have a decent selection of whisky too.  We managed to get in just before the crowd, and got a table right in front of the warming log fire.  Perfect.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - The Inn At Keswick, Christmas Day 2013
 By 2.30pm we were heading back south, stopping off briefly at Ambleside as I'd seen a pretty Christmas display at the Salutation Hotel that I wanted a picture of...

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Ambleside
... before finding our way back on the M6 and homeward bound.  A truly wonderful Christmas.

As the Picture Of The Week will be up until the New Year, I'll leave you with a quick closing shot in full Pic Of The Week resolution, proving that I did get to the top of Falcon Crag despite my sinusitis and poor choice of walking boots (hehe).

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Falcon Crag, Christmas Day 2013

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Subversive Sex In The City

Last week I was feeling very run down and poorly - thanks to a case of acute sinusitis.  Very, very painful, and only alleviated once the doctor prescribed the correct medication (at the second attempt).  So, as I approached last weekend, and very conscious that Christmas (and the season for visiting friends and family) is very much upon us, I took a trip south to the Ess & Emm bed and breakfast in lovely Warwickshire to catch up with the dear friends who run it.

A brief phone call before I left Manchester on Friday morning let me know that a Saturday night trip to London, specifically the Subversion fetish club, was on the cards, so I made sure my black latex catsuit and Natacha Marro knee boots were packed, along with my rather strong painkillers.

Saturday was spent having a lazy morning before a short journey into historic Warwick, with the intention of visiting the amazing Fetters, surely the finest dungeon equipment suppliers in the UK.  I always leave their studio/shop with a wishlist that only a lottery win would cover.  Oh well.

From there it was into the old part of the city for lunch - at the fabulous Micatto in Warwick's ancient Market Place.

I indulged in a divine Burrato (buffalo cheese and pumpkin pureĆ©), followed by a rich cinnamon and date pastry with rum and raisin ice cream.  Delicious, and finished with the best limoncello outside of Italy.  Utterly wonderful.  I know the photo above doesn't show the fabulous food, but I did love the Christmas trees lined up outside.  It was an absolutely fantastic place, with a brilliant atmosphere and service.

The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing, before getting ready for a fabulously fetish night ahead.  I had a great time at Subversion the last time I went, even if it was well over a year ago.  I squeezed into my catsuit, got polished to a slippery and shiny sheen, and pulled on my fantastic Natacha Marro boots.  Catsuited and booted, as they say, and enough time for a snapshot...

One of the great things about being south of Birmingham is the travelling distance to London - not that I'd want to do it everyday, of course.  But, on an evening like this, we left Warwickshire at 9.15pm, and by 10.30pm we were pulling up outside MI6, and more importantly, Subversion, ready to party.  There was a quick (as it was bloody cold, and latex isn't known for it's heat-retention properties!) opportunity for a photo outside the club (this week's Picture Of The Week on the website) before heading inside.

As we still managed (in club terms) to arrive early, it wasn't too busy when we got in, and it was a chance to have a catch-up with other friends we hadn't seen for a while.  There was already some playing going on in the dungeon/playroom area however, and I watched with delight as two men got a very sexy lady onto a whipping bench and took it in turns to spank and whip her.  Delightful.

Slowly, though, the club began to fill up, and I recognised a male submissive friend that I hadn't had the opportunity of playing with for some time.  As the dungeon equipment was in use, I pushed him down onto the floor, and once he was laid on his back proceeded to do some light trampling, gently, but firmly digging the six inch heels of my boots into his nipples, stomach and crotch.  I had him kneel on all fours and took a comfortable seat on his back to await a space on the equipment.  In the meantime, I watched a beautiful young lady in a fetish-styled kimono and very tiny panties being given a real workout from her partner, and the heavy sounds of the thick leather flogger striking her gorgeous arse echoed above the subdued music in the dungeon.

Eventually, a whipping bench became available, and I took the opportunity of using a friend's 'Devil's Tongue' on my submissive's bare buttocks.  The workout got me all excited and hot in my slinky catsuit, and I was a much contented lady who handed the well-abused Devil's Tongue back!

Once midnight had come and gone, the atmosphere became much more playful.  A chance comment from a gorgeous gent to a mutual friend about me ("she ticks all my boxes") led to me introducing myself to him.  Whilst chatting I began playing with his bare nipples, which had an electrifying effect on him - suddenly he was nuzzling my latex-clad breasts in agonising delight while I pinched and pulled the hardening nubs on his chest.  The next thing I knew, we were french-kissing, his hands running all over my rubber-bound body.  I pulled away from his kisses and teased his nipples a bit more, bringing more anguished pleasure to his face.  We kissed deeply again, and there was more body-stroking, (both of us this time!).  Without anywhere to take the scene to it's obvious conclusion (even though I desperately wanted him there and then), we made a promise that we'd see each other again for a play session in the New Year.

By 3.30am it was time to head home, and I finally managed to crawl into my bed just after 5.00am.  An absolutely brilliant night, and it has made me vow to do many more fetish events in 2014.

Speaking of fetish clubs, I recently saw a video of the great Skin Two Midlands event that I attended in November this year - and it was surprise to see me on it, even briefly.  See if you can spot me!

So, with Christmas here properly, I'm hoping to get a chance to do a rude XXXmas shoot this week, so I'll be out and about wearing very little - assuming the weather holds up.  Keep an eye open in Manchester - there just may be a slutty Miss Santa around!!!

Monday, 2 December 2013

Hard Rock Hell VII

After a long weekend away I'm back in Manchester with my ears still ringing and husky voice from the glorious sounds of Wales.  Yes, as we head full steam into winter, this weekend I was at a holiday camp in North Wales.  There can only be one good reason - Hard Rock Hell.

For those that do not know, Hard Rock Hell is an annual gathering of rock bands for a three-day 'indoor' festival - so, no tents, no mud, and no rain to contend with.  Although this was the seventh time the event has been held, it was my first visit.  Costs are brilliant - the more in a chalet the cheaper it is, (five in ours) and then you can deafen yourself from midday all the way through to the early hours of the morning, should you desire.

It was an early start for us on Thursday, and after passing Chester it was required that we stopped off at the OK Diner on the A55 for some brunch.  A bunch of rockers were just leaving as I walked up to the door, and caught them all having a good look (I was in my skintight shiny leggings and high-heeled boots).  I smiled at them, and asked "Hard Rock Hell?"  I got a loud cheer from them, and shouts that they'd hope to see me there.  I bet they did.

Shortly we were back on the A55 and heading through North Wales, at what point things went a little wrong.  Now, I know I shouldn't judge, but when a couple of friends decided to join me for the weekend away and provide the transport, I should have been a bit worried.  The last time we used his car wasn't too successful - this time the fault wasn't mechanical.  After two hours of driving we suddenly hit a dead-end at a ferry terminal.  "Where are we?" I asked from the back seat.  "Holyhead," came the very disgruntled answer from the driver.  "Isn't that on Anglesey where the ferries go across to Ireland?" I enquired.  "Yes," our chauffeur replied.  There was a lengthy silence.  "I don't think we should be on Anglesey," I said, helpfully.  There was a fair bit of swearing and cursing as we headed all the way back over Anglesey to the mainland, before finding the right road again.

It was 3.00pm when we finally arrived at the Hafan Y Mor Holiday Village, and joined the queue to check-in.  Once that was done, we found our chalet, unpacked, (and I administered a couple of whiskies for our stressed driver to calm his nerves) and headed off to see the opening ceremony.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Hard Rock Hell
The first act I saw was Uli John Roth (a name I managed to totally mispronounce - Ooli John Wrote, apparently, as he's German).  A guitarist in the original Scorpions rock band (as on the YouTube link), he played some unbelievable riffs on the guitar, and an old Scorpions track 'In Trance' seemed to get the biggest cheer of the set.  Next up was the official opening ceremony, with freaky clowns and dancing circus girls (the theme of this year's event was the circus).  I had a good look around the various stalls, too, offering clothing, CD's and music memorabilia.

Friday dawned, and after breakfast I headed off back towards the main stages whilst my travelling companions remained in bed.  One of the things I noticed about Hard Rock Hell was the great feeling of camaraderie and safety, despite a few thousands boozed up rockers in attendance, I felt perfectly safe wandering on my own - something I probably wouldn't do in some of the city centre bar areas on a weekend night.

A band were setting up on the smaller Jagermeister stage as I walked in.  "Oooh, good," I thought, "I may stay and listen for a song or two."  It was the end of their set before I left - they were called Wildside Riot, and their brilliant sleazy rock was just the thing to get the day going.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Hard Rock Hell - Wildside Riot
From there I wandered over to the 'Unplugged' stage, so see Mia Klose (and hopefully my friends who may have dragged themselves out of bed).  Mia Klose is a Swedish blonde beauty, very petite and lovely, and her acoustic set was at the other end of the spectrum from Wildside Riot.  She showed she was a real professional however, when the sound really did go off for a while (truly 'unplugged') but carried on singing her heart out.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Hard Rock Hell - Mia Klose
After a quick mid-afternoon siesta back in the chalet, it was time to head back to the main arena for some more entertainment.  I'd certainly taken a number of outfits, not being too sure of what the weather would be like.  It was surprisingly mild in Wales, however, so my skin-hugging leopard print dress would be perfect for the night ahead.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Hard Rock Hell
Phil Campbell (the Motorhead guitarist) was still midway through a great set when we arrived, and a storming finale saw the night set up for the big band on the Friday night - Black Star Riders.  Black Star Riders are the remnants of what were Thin Lizzy, the legendary rock group of the 70's and 80's, and there was a huge and loyal cheer as they took the stage.  They were bloody fantastic - the new songs blending in perfectly with the old Lizzy classics.  'Bound For Glory', from the new album, had already lifted the ceiling, but it was the two Lizzy anthems 'The Cowboy Song' and 'The Boys Are Back In Town' which completely blew it away. 

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Hard Rock Hell - Black Star Riders
They left the stage to huge applause, and the shouting, clapping and cheering continued until they came back on - this time with Motorhead's Phil Campbell in tow.  They proceeded to rip through and astonishing version of 'Rosalie', and left the stage finally to an even bigger ovation than before.

I woke up on a very bright and sunny Saturday morning with my ears still ringing a little, and reminded myself that ear-plugs perhaps would have been a good idea. I pulled on my skin-tight leather-look dress and headed off once again to the stage areas.

First off were two ex-Iron Maiden vocalists - Blaze Bailey, followed by Paul D'ianno, on his final ever gig.  Both were OK, but couldn't match the energy of Friday's headliners.  That all changed, however, when Aussie rockers Airbourne hit the stage.

Heavily influenced by AC/DC, they have somehow managed to update their fellow countrymen's sound.  Accordingly, the whole main stage arena became one big party for the next one and a half hours.  They even pipped Black Star Riders to the best band of the weekend.  Highlights - Joel O'Keeffe, lead vocalist and guitarist, running into the crowd whilst still playing and even cracking beer cans (sorry, tinnies!) open with his head. Infectious good humour and pounding songs - totally brilliant.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Hard Rock Hell - Airbourne
It was an impossible act to follow, but Irish rock band The Answer did their best - and even came very close.  As Airbourne have taken the AC/DC sound to a new generation, The Answer similarly take the classic Led Zeppelin sound and recreate it.  Thunderous riffs and screaming vocals, The Answer were a perfect end to an utterly superb and unforgettable weekend.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Hard Rock Hell - The Answer
I have already booked for next year - there are very few tickets left with a year to go!  I'm now counting down to November 2014!