Monday, 16 February 2015

Fancy Some Debauchery?

What are you doing on the 21st and 22nd of August this year?  If you have something important planned, for instance like a wedding (even if it's your own), a big corporate event that would surely get you that long-awaited promotion if you attend or a rare family get-together which has people flying in from all corners of the world, then may I politely suggest that you start making plans to reschedule your weekend already.

The reason?  SEXHIBITION is coming to town... well, Salford, anyway, and will be making its inaugural event at, appropriately, Event City next to the Trafford Centre.  Yes, for that weekend, Salford will become the Erotic capital of the world, and that is something I never thought I'd say or read in my lifetime.
SEXHIBITION - Manchester 21st-22nd August 2015

Sexhibition will feature some of the finest exhibitors from the erotic world with lingerie, footwear and clothing, visiting porn stars ("Hellooooo Lucy Zara!"), workshops, classes, speakers... the list goes on.  For anyone with an interest in the sexy side of the street, then this is really an event you shouldn't miss.  The rather tasty video was sadly removed from the puritanical YouTube site for contravening their rules and regulations (but they seem happy to show lots of violent stuff, of course), but Vimeo at least have the balls to keep it, er, up...

I'll admit it is a shameless plug - the lady that has organised it is a very sexy and gorgeous friend, and if it is anything like her old Dystopia fetish/burlesque parties in Manchester then it will be very saucy and successful.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort

I can't wait, even though my own calendar is pretty full between now and then - no doubt most of which you can read about on here.

Speaking of which, you may recall that in November last year I had a great night at Tim Woodward's KFS party in Berkshire, where I met a fantastic couple and had a bit of a private party with them both in my hotel room. An invitation to their house for this weekend was readily accepted, and I've just returned from my own little debauched and delightful weekend.  I'll just say a little 'Thank you' to the glamorous couple for, er, looking after me sooo well... and who no doubt I'll see again.

Oh, and 'Thank you' to D, who provided the timely and appropriate card that features on the above photo and this week's Picture Of The Week!

Monday, 9 February 2015

I'll Be Back

Firstly, those who have looked at my website since Sunday will have realised that, as usual, I have a new Picture Of The Week up (OK, a little late as I was late back from London - but more of that later).  That means, for the moment anyway, Hal, who I introduced you to on my last post, has been defeated.

Even just saying that makes me feel a little like George W. Bush in his infamous 'Mission Accomplished' speech after the war with Saddam Hussein's Iraqi army.  Those familiar with news and politics know what a ridiculously pre-emptive statement that was, and I feel a strange premonition that Hal will return.

John Connor, in 'The Terminator' films, is the man that eventually defeats the machines and Skynet.  My own John Connor was of course my trusted ally M, whose attempted rescue of my old computer was doomed after it had sucked up more debris than a F5 tornado.  OK, I know I am mixing and matching my sci-fi film metaphors, but I don't care.  Anyway, after I entrusted Hal to M, it came back a few days later meek and mild and behaving - and with my internet connection back and fully functioning. 

For now.

In the infamous words of The Terminator, I'm sure I had Hal whispering a warning... "I'll be back."

Well, with that unpleasantness out of the way I can at least keep you updated on my latest travels. Way, waaay back in December 2013 I attended the Subversion fetish club in London with friends.  I had a great night, and towards the end of the night played with a very lovely gentleman.  We did promise to, er, bump into each other again, but throughout 2014 the lovely chap was out of the country for much of the time.  In November, at a birthday party, we did finally meet again and managed to have a bit of a catch up.  In January I received a phone call from him... "If you want to go to Rubber Cult, why not stop with me and my girlfriend in our house in London?"

London?  Rubber Cult?  Friends?  What more could a girl (well, a girl like me) ask for?  Suitcase packed, I arrived in the city mid-afternoon on the Saturday.  Unused to travelling south of the River Thames (sorry, sarf of the River Thames), it was a bit stressful as I don't have the best bearings for getting around, but I arrived fairly relaxed (all things considered).  After a lovely long chat and meal, it was time to get ready for Rubber Cult.

The actual journey to Rubber Cult, held at Shillibeers near Camden, wasn't so successful.  Incredibly heavy traffic meant my London-living host had to find a way through some back streets to cross the capital.  Heading off the main, traffic-jammed road we were on he said "I'll just find a little short-cut through this."  Now, don't forget this is London - the city that hates private transport.  The little short cut turned into a challenging one-way, no right turn, no left turn, dead-end, road-blocked maze.  It's a good job we were in the relative comfort of a hulking 4x4 as the size and angle of some of the speed bumps we trundled over would have shattered a smaller car.

Eventually we arrived at Shillibeers.  It was a chilly night, and as I stepped from the car I reached for my coat as there was a bit of a walk to the club.  Ah.  No coat.  Shit.  It's back in the house.  Oh well, I tottered on in my high heels in  the cold night air, pausing long enough for a quick photo outside Shillibeers (this week's Picture of the Week) before getting into the warmth of the club.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Rubber Cult, London

In terms of size, Rubber Cult isn't the biggest club in London.  It's strict 'latex-only' policy keeps some numbers away, but it means the best-dressed fetishists attend, and is therefore not only fabulously sexy but incredibly friendly too.  In the ones I've attended, I think I've made new friends every time.  As usual, Rubber Cult was heaving with outstanding outfits and stunning, mouth-wateringly gorgeous girls.  I met up with old friends, and made new ones.  I began the night, rather bizarrely, with my head buried in the cleavage of some amazing girls - I didn't know them at the time, but I've found it's a great introduction. Best-dressed gentleman of the night, for me, was the American chap who arrived in full Scottish Piper regalia - kilt, sporran, head-dress... the works - and all in intricate, detailed latex.  Best-dressed lady... there were so many that caught my eye.  The Mistress in skin-tight back leggings and white, low-cut top with the Betty Page hairstyle who put up with me unzipping her top before I even got to know her name... the military-attired goddess with heaving bosom that I buried my head in for some official club photos, er, before I knew her name.... the beautiful curves of the young stunning black girl who I'd have loved to take back to bed, her pink mini-dress stretched beyond comprehension in holding in those delicious sexy curves... the stunning girl with the 23-inch waist, head-to-toe in dusky transparent latex, including latex hood (who I found out was the deliciously delectable Latex Lucy... beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...mmmmmm!).  So many girls, so little time.

There was a small stage-show, with a couple of theatrical performances, and a catwalk display from Slaughterhouse Couture, with five young ladies displaying the creations of the company.  Later on, as I wandered through the club, I saw one of the models - she did a double-take when she saw me and cried "It's the Red-Hot Chick from Hard Rock Hell!"  I was a bit surprised until she revealed that some of the girls modelling the Slaughterhouse Couture creations were in fact the girls on stilts at last year's Hard Rock Hell.  Apparently, they all had photos of me and referred to me as "Red-Hot Chick from Hard Rock Hell."  It was lovely to meet up with them all again.

Midway through the evening I was accosted by one of the organisers of the club, who wanted to have pictures taken with me at the pop up photo booth.  It was great fun clowning around with her whilst the photographer proceeded to take some pictures.  I'm not entirely sure where they will end up, but I'll certainly keep my eye open for them.

A stupendous night, and, as per previous visits, a club well worth the travel from Manchester for.  2.00am arrived all too early, and it was time to head back home through the freezing London night.  And so, in full-circle to the beginning of the Blog, as The Terminator would say... "I'll be back."

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Rubber Cult, London

Sunday, 1 February 2015

I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)

For the last thirty or so years the internet has given us many things and changed the lives of millions around the globe.  For a few, it brings daily news from far-flung exotic reaches of the world, highlights environmental issues that may affect the flora and fauna of our little blue planet, brings the double-dealings of politicians into the light from their usual shadowy hiding places and provides the latest scientific news and findings that may make our lives better in the future.

For the rest of us it's brought the cursed chalices of Facebook and Twitter... and porn - with a never-ending niche of fetishes to fulfil many a deviant mind.  To be fair and honest, I do try and keep up-to-date with the latest happenings in the world via the Internet, but there always seems to be another gorgeous girl with her legs open that distracts me too easily.

On another personal note, the internet has allowed me to have my own website, and of course this Blog.  All-in-all, then, despite fears of snooping by the government and unscrupulous tracking viruses, the internet has generally been a good thing and one that I've embraced...

...until now, that is, when for no apparent reason IT HAS STOPPED F**KING WORKING!  Sorry... had to get that off my G-sized chest.

Let me go back a bit...  In the middle of December, my trusty old PC suddenly committed hara-kiri.  It ceased to exist, it was no more.  A trip to Bolton to visit the IT Guru of the north (Thanks, M!) revealed that six-years of dust and fuzz had accumulated in the fan system, which had very nicely caused the whole kit and caboodle into a Chernobyl-like meltdown.  It appears that the computer had been doing a better job of vacuuming the apartments where I used to live than I was, but, much like a heroin addict finally catching up with the dragon, my dust-busting PC had it's own overdose of Suddenly Halted Information Technology.

Needing a desktop PC at short notice, I made a fateful decision to head to Currys and pick up a new one.  The Hewlett Packard one I chose was great... until I switched it on.  Windows 8 is quite a jump from the Windows XP system that I was used to.  The computer came with a million different 'Apps' for which I have no desire to use or learn to use.  Deleting them was no easy thing, as the new computer clearly didn't like the decisions I was making, and questioned and re-questioned and argued and pleaded and got angry then sorrowful then sulked then got angry again and walked up and down the apartment wailing about how it wants another chance if only I could trust it again (it didn't really do the last bit, though I know it would have if it could).  Eventually it grudgingly obeyed, although I could sense it's cold, calculating and detached malevolence.  I've already named it 'Hal'.  It's psychotic, in a quiet and dangerous way, and I've always preferred my psychotics to be loud and aggressive so I can spot them a mile away and apply avoidance measures.  I have a fear that one night I'm going to wake up in my bedroom with the Hal sat quietly whirring away under the covers, whispering "I've downloaded another App... so I can watch you all day....."

Anyway, I'm digressing here a bit, and I really don't want to give the impression that Hal is on my mind constantly.

Moving into January, and I decided to update some of the images on my website.  I changed some Gallery photos along with images on the other pages, and what a relief I did.  Because, on Monday 26th January, Hal truly became self-aware and hit back and hit hard - my internet disappeared.  Hal, it seems, is quite happy to be switched on and runs perfectly, even finding the right internet connections... but once I try and access the internet, it seems to say "I'm sorry Dexi, I'm afraid I can't do that."  IT support from Currys soon gave up, and other, well-meaning friends and colleagues have supplied advice... all thwarted by Hal.

Luckily, just after buying the PC, I decided to get a cheap lap-top computer too, so I could haul it to work and keep my escort information updated in-between clients (and, yes, keep up-to-date on Facebook and Google porn pictures of tattooed girls in rudely suggestive poses).  It is thanks to this foresight that I can at least update my Blog now, as the same internet connection seems fine on the lap-top.  Sadly, I can't update this week's Picture Of The Week, though, so my breasts will have to stay up until I can persuade Hal to 'open the pod-bay door' and grant me access to the internet once again.

I'm hoping that this week will bring a decisive blow in the battle against Hal and bring it to heel, but even if I'm lucky this time around, I have a horrible feeling that the war will continue in the future...

Dexi Delite - preparing for war