Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Lash'n Rain

A Bank Holiday in May just wouldn't be the same without the usual Great British Bank Holiday weather - which means relentless rain making it's customary appearance.  My original plans were to attend the East Lancs 1940's event, something I have attended for the last few years, resulting in a couple of postings for 2012 and 2013 on this blog.

Unfortunately, with all the online weather reports promising lashing rain for Bury and Ramsbottom, plans for both Saturday and Sunday washed away in a sea of torrential downpours.  With any outdoor fun and games cancelled, the weekend looked like it was going to be a quiet affair.  But all was not lost, as an invite arrived to ask if I would like to attend Lash for Lasses on the Sunday night.  Hmmm... I had to think  before agreeing.... fetish club+sexy latex and leather-clad damsons.... what more could a girl like me ask for?  It took all of two seconds to say "Yes!", and I was so pleased that I did - what a night it turned out to be.

I haven't been to Lash for Lasses for quite a few years, so was certainly looking forward to the night as I slipped into my tight latex skirt and top.  The event wasn't held at the usual Lash venue at Alter Ego, this time taking place just around the corner at the AXM Club on Bloom Street in Manchester's lively gay village.  I arrived via taxi, and the village itself was just waking up to the night ahead as I stepped from the cab.  A couple of quick photographs later (for this week's Picture Of The Week and blog!) and I was heading through the door to girly latex loveliness.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Lash For Lasses in Manchester

A quick glance around the club showed that there wasn't a soul I recognised apart from my good friend Rosie Lugosi, busy taking care of the entrance area.  I managed to have a good catch up with her, (learning that she has now just finished her second novel!) before heading into the darker recesses of the club in search of a drink.

I wandered around the club, taking in all the sights, especially some particularly gorgeous girls, and enjoyed watching some especially nubile ladies gyrating on the dancefloor.  It was certainly no hardship to watch those slinky latex-clad bodies shimmering in the nightclub lights.  I was pleased to see the dungeon was fairly busy too - some rather sexy spanking and whipping taking place.  I was certainly taken by one fire-breathing (literally) Domme who was using her special incendiary skills on her submissive female plaything, but I had a few concerns about my shiny latex getting scorched, mainly thanks to it's rather flammable polish!

I rejoined Rosie and friends, and soon got chatting to a buxom blonde, who for now I'll just call 'K'.  I think she was wearing a corset as I remember her impressive chest, but apart from that all I remember were her gorgeous eyes and very kissable lips (calm down, calm down - I mean the ones on her face!).  She mentioned that she's asked the DJ to play her favourite song, and it was coming up next.  I asked what it was, and cheered when she told me.  We hit the dancefloor together as the first chords and pounding drums kicked in.  We danced until the final powerchords faded, and out of the corner of my eye I spied a girl handing out sweets from a bucket.  I rushed over, whisking the bucket of goodies away from her as she stood slightly gobsmacked, and headed back onto the dancefloor with my bounty (get it, Bounty?  Bounty bar?  The taste of Paradise? That sexy tropical girl sweating oh-so-sexily in the sun? No, oh well... and there weren't any Bounty bars in the bucket, actually, which sort of ruins the joke anyway).  She laughingly retrieved her bucket, but not before handing out some sweets to K and I.  I unwrapped a lollipop, sucking it suggestively between my lips.  K's eyes glinted with pleasure, and when I offered a taste of my licked lollipop she was very eager to let me slip it between her lips (oooer!).  I watched her sexily twirling her tongue around the lovely sweetness.  I decided that there was a better way for us to swap, er, saliva, and removed the lollipop from her mouth before replacing it with my own red lips.  She hungrily kissed me back, our tongues exploring each others mouths, and I confess it wasn't just the lips she was kissing that were getting wet.

We managed to remain closely locked together for some time, before heading off to the bar to have some other liquid refreshment.  We chatted for a while before a quick glance at my watch told me that my pre-arranged taxi would already be waiting outside.  I searched my bag for my phone to take K's phone number, only to remember that I'd left it back at home.  We said a quick goodbye before I rushed outside to find my taxi preparing to leave.  I felt a little like Cinderella leaving the Ball as the car pulled away into the city traffic.

A great night, but it could have been better if that buxom blonde had made it to my bed too.  Nevertheless, it's certainly put me in a fetish-fun mind, and with other fetish nights coming up shortly, it's just what I needed.

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