Monday, 25 May 2015

"Du bist verrückt mein Kind, du mußt nach Berlin." (Part Two)

And so, the Berlin adventure continues...

After an afternoon rest it was time to get ready for the main fetish partying of the weekend.  Although there were no less than three separate events being held on the Friday night I chose, as last year, to attend the Kit Kat Club, just a short taxi-ride from the hotel.

Not having a ticket meant I had to get there early so they didn't sell out, so I showered, primped and preened and slid into the first of my custom-made latex outfits for the weekend.

For Friday I'd chosen to wear a 1930's inspired gown of transparent, rose-shaded latex, complete with matching stockings - from Cathouse Clothing, of course.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Cathouse Clothing Gown, Berlin


Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Cathouse Clothing Gown, Berlin

As much as my Louise Brooks-style bob is my signature look, this time I decided a long, dark hair-piece suited the outfit more.  And so, dressed and shined, I made my way to the room on the other side of the hotel to meet the rest of the group before heading off in taxis to our chosen events.  This meant I had to stroll through the main bar and lobby of the hotel, which caused quite a few jaws to drop open from the assembled 'vanilla' guests at the hotel.  And I thought these visitors to Berlin had seen everything.  Well, they certainly would have, but I decided that I should at least keep some black latex panties on (for the moment, anyway!) to show a bit of decorum.

The few of us that were heading to the Kit Kat Club crowded into a taxi, and it was just after 10.00pm when we arrived at the venue - I was already buzzing with excitement.  The club was already quite busy, but we grabbed some drinks and found a seat.  I took the opportunity to explore the club, and there are so many small bars and nooks and crannies in the club that you could almost get lost.  All around the walls were decadent works of art, and the whole club seemed to be set up for pure erotic escapades and escapism.  It's exactly my kind of club.  I rejoined the group as more friends appeared, including my lusty liaison couple from last year.  I admired the outfits on display by the party-goers - there were so many well-dressed and very sexy people there it was difficult to know where to look next.  It was pretty distracting to be in a conversation with someone when a stunning beauty in barely-there latex clinging to fabulous sexy curves strolls by.  I kept losing my train of thought... but I wasn't the only one.  Conversations went along the lines of "We saw a bit of the Berlin Wall this morning, then headed over to see some the museums and the one I really liked was fucking hell did you see her?!? the DDR museum that was full of great bloody hell, look at the fantastic outfits this couple are wearing artefacts from the Soviet era and you can oh fuck me, have you seen the legs and body on this girl? still see some of the bullet holes in the walls from the second world war, and what I thought was the best thing was that OMG, look at the shoes this lady's wearing - fuck me, I could spend all night licking the heels on those before working my way up her rubber stockings and finding other bits to taste, by God, that would be a night to remember... where was I - what were we talking about?"

See what I mean?  Coupled with pounding dance music, it made conversations a little too hard to follow. and it wasn't long before we followed  the throng into the main dance area.  M, my gorgeous dusky lady friend from last year took no time in bending down and sliding my panties off, leaving me pretty much on display to the whole club as not only was the gown transparent, it was also cut right up the front to the black corset-style belt.  In the heat of the club the softest of warm breezes caressed my pussy, and the sheer sexiness of the evening was making me wet.

We danced for some time before retiring back to the seating lounge, and we luckily found a large soft circular sofa to rest on.  The night was passing quickly, but I was having the time of my life when I felt M's hands softly stroking the inside of my thigh.  We kissed, and I asked her if I could unzip her black latex catsuit and lick her pussy.  As we were in the main lounge she was a little too shy to display herself, but was obviously eager to play.  Not being shy in anyway myself I opened my legs to give her stroking hand better access, and laid back on the sofa, pulling open my gown as I did so.  She leaned over me, and I drank down her saliva as we kissed deeply, as her tongued explored my willing mouth.  She slid a thin latex glove over her hand and I felt her fingers spreading the lips of my cunt before sliding into my tightness.  She certainly didn't need any extra lubrication as I was dripping wet, and her fingers soon found a gentle but firm rhythm as she finger-fucked me.  A crowd gathered to watch and a hasty snapshot was sneakily taken by one of our groupI felt more hands stroking my breasts, and looked up to find M's husband and another girl caressing me.  They each took one of my nipples into their mouths as their hands explored my body, whilst M slid two fingers into my moist pussy.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - playing with pussy at the Kit Kat Club, Berlin

In no time I was coming very hard, and soon I was bucking and writhing on her dancing fingers.  As my orgasm settled and faded, I became more aware of the club around me, noticing for the first time the number of watching eyes.  It was certainly a turn-on.  Breasts heaving, I refastened my gown and kissed M and her husband a lovely 'thank-you'.

The remainder of the night passed in a haze of shimmering shiny latex bodies dancing and rubbing together in the perspiring perversity of the Kit Kat Club, and I felt like I was in the middle of a modern Roman orgy.  It was bloody fantastic.

4.00am arrived, and it was time to find a taxi to take us back home.  Once back at the hotel, I shimmied out of my gown and peeled of my latex stockings before crashing into bed - satisfied and drunk on the delights of the Kit Kat Club.

Saturday arrived, probably while I had M's fingers all over me, but after a brief sleep I was still determined not to let the day pass without getting out and about - even though another big night was on the cards.

A couple of us got a taxi and headed off to find food - once again we found a Turkish place (one of the group had some dietary requirements that meant Falafels/salads/meat fitted the bill.  It led us, bizarrely, all the way back to Kastanienallee, but it was at least another opportunity to see the district.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Mitte, Berlin

We still manged to get back to the hotel fairly early, as extra sleep was required prior to heading out for the main Fetish Ball that night.  By 8.00pm I was getting ready, and by 9.30pm I had slid into my other custom-made Cathouse Clothing dress -  this time made from transparent leopard-print latex, with a very high cut front split that just showed my shaved pussy.  I pulled on my long black wig and finished the outfit with some filthy-cute leopard-print latex ears.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Cathouse Clothing Dress, Berlin

Spindler & Klatt, the club where the venue was being held, was only about 15 minutes walk away, but with rain falling for the first time since I'd arrived in Berlin the only sensible option was to get yet another taxi.  Last year, the taxi dropped us off directly outside the entrance of the club, down a cobbled drive.  This year, unfortunately, the main gates were closed which meant we were dropped off on the main road.  This meant a long walk over slippery cobbles in high heels in poor light in the rain - not the best way to start a fetish night.

Nevertheless, a lovely German gentleman came to my aid as I tottered over the uneven cobbles, trying desperately to keep my long dress off the wet ground.  After showing my ticket at the gate, we got onto the wooden decking at the rear of the club, settled against the banks of the River Spree.  We snapped some photographs in the shelter of the floating seating area before entering the main club area itself.  It was good to see it was already quite busy, although there wasn't as much seating available as last year.  Memories of fucking M and her husband came flooding back as I looked around the club.  There were already a few friends around, and it was great to meet up with old and new friends.  Sensibly, the organisers had kept the fashion show to a respectable length - last year's near 4-hour marathon was replaced by a more audience-friendly 1 hour, which meant more time for socialising and dancing.  With Massive Attack and Faithless blaring from the speakers and surrounded by a throng of sexy fetish pervs, I was again in my element.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - German Fetish Ball, Berlin

Despite the up-for-it crowd though, there wasn't too much happening.  There wasn't really anywhere to sit, and with the weather being so chilly and wet it meant no-one was utilising the big outdoor seating.  That left the heaving throng shuffling between the two main rooms, which left little room for dancing, sitting or fucking.  A few of our group left early at around 2.00am, but I decided to keep going to see if anything would improve the night.

Slowly the club emptied and I found myself with plenty of room on the dancefloor.  I was happily dancing to a thumping, gyrating dance-track when a slim sexy blonde in tiny latex bra and a black latex skirt began mimicking my moves in front of me, moving closer and closer.  Soon we were dancing together, stroking each others bodies softly.  Eventually we got close enough to begin kissing and I cupped my hands around her arse, pulling her tightly into me.  Over the loud throbbing music she tried to tell me her name - I'll just call her Sophia as I couldn't hear her name over the music!  I pulled away and pointed over to one of the now nearly empty long leather sofas.  She followed me back to the seating area where, in broken English, she introduced me to her rather muscle-bound husband, P.  They were both Parisians, visiting the event for the first time and clearly up for some fun.  Next to where her husband sat another couple who where already enthusiastically fucking - the girl, with writhing long hair was on all fours whilst her masked lover rode her from behind.

I decided to waste no time, and pushed Sophia back onto the sofa, releasing her small but pert breasts from her bra as I did so.  I kissed her on her red lips before lowering my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, softly pinching the other.  She moaned and opened her legs as far as they would go in the tight and constricting latex pencil skirt.  Seeing it would get in the way of our fun, I motioned for her to remove it, which she did happily, and as I sunk my head between her now naked thighs to taste her scented pussy, P fed his hard thick cock into her mouth.  I slid a couple of fingers into her wet cunt, keeping my tongue flicking over her clit and enjoyed the spectacle of watching her take the long length of hard cock between her lips.

The girl next to her, still being fucked from behind by her unknown lover, began sucking Sophia's hard nipples.  I moved my free hand and stroked the long-haired girl.  We were suddenly in a 5-piece sex scene, and my own pussy was wet with excitement.  We continued until I felt Sophia's muscles clasping tightly around my fingers as she came.  P then moved her onto all fours, and began lustily fucking her from behind.  I slid my hands around her grasping pussy, feeling and stroking the hard shaft of her husband's cock as he drove into her, taking her juices over my slender fingers that were oiling his cock.  I lifted my fingers to his lips, and he hungrily licked them clean.

I moved my hand around to his well-muscled and tight arse, slipping it between his legs and stoking his balls as he continued fucking Sophia.  He grunted his approval, and I leaned close to his ear.  "Do you like your arse being played with?" I asked.  He nodded excitedly, and I retrieved some lubricant and a latex glove from my bag.  I lubed up my long fingers and eased them into his arse.  As I massaged his arse he thrust himself harder into Sophia.  He pulled himself out her cunt and I bent down, taking his hot slippery cock into my mouth and tasted Sophia's juice.  I kissed P, letting him savour the flavours of their fucking on my lips, before taking hold of his erection and easing it back between the swollen lips of her pussy.  He thrust into her again for a short while before pulling back out, and once again I sucked his cock, tasting pure sex on my tongue.    I leaned over Sophia and motioned for her to open her mouth.  She did so, and I gently spat the mingled juices into her mouth.  It was enough to push her to her orgasm as P thrust his come into her.

Smiling, I packed my bag and left them to their come-down, and they smiled their thanks as I headed off into the crowd.  At that point I remembered I'd missed a chance for a naughty photo, but I think my mind was on other things.  Oh well - the memories will have to do.

I managed to meet up with some friends that had also lasted the distance, but by now 5.00am had passed and I felt it was time to head off into the early morning to get to bed.  Outside, the weather had finally cleared but the morning was definitely cool.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - morning has broken, Berlin

I headed back inside and collected my coat before finally saying goodbye to the few remaining friends that had lasted longer than I had.  Once again, last year there was a line of Mercedes-Benz taxis waiting just after the front desk - this year it was yet another trip over the slippery cobbles to the main road.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - heading home, Berlin

Despite being a lone female, I was disappointed that the first taxi I asked to take me back to the hotel simply refused and drove off.  The next driver also looked like he was going to do the same until I offered €10 for the very short trip.  He agreed, but even then did so grudgingly.  I later found out that these yellow taxis cannot refuse a ride - it is the law from the city.

Anyway, by 6.00am I was in bed, my latex gown hung up, my shoes off, but with a beaming smile still on my face that even two surly taxi drivers couldn't remove.  A brilliant night.

I didn't want to laze in bed all say on the Sunday though, as I had promised myself a return trip to Cafe V - the best vegetarian eatery in Berlin.  I went there last year and still have great memories of the fantastic food, and was eager to visit again.  It is only a 20-minute stroll from the hotel to the cafe, though the colourful Kreuzberg district, and I even manged to persuade a couple of die-hard meat-eaters to try it this time around.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Kreuzberg, Berlin

It was good chance for a last look at this part of the city, which has become a favourite area for me with so many good memories and times linked to it. 

As usual, Cafe V didn't disappoint.  Not only did they play a David Bowie CD through our meal (Bowie and Berlin - they are forever linked in my head after last year!) but I had the most tremendous vegan pizza, just enough to keep me going until the evening meal I had planned for later, and even the meat-eaters left totally satisfied.  A fabulous place and one to look out for on any trip to Berlin.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Cafe V, Berlin

I spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in the hotel before heading off once more into the city centre - this time for a farewell dinner with friends.

I met them at their holiday apartment near Checkpoint Charlie, and we took a short stroll to find somewhere nice to eat.  On the way, in classic Berlin-style, some bizarre wall-art caught my attention.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Berlin

I'm not sure who the sardonic humour is directed at, but I simply can't imagine the grim and unsmiling Manchester City Council approving such a display.  And people say the it's the Germans who don't have a sense of humour!

We took a group decision and decided on Italian food, and the nearby Ristorante Sale E Tabbachi proved to be an expensive choice - but worth every cent and Euro that the meal cost.  It was exquisite..  They even made me a special dessert as there wasn't anything on the menu I could eat - that is five-star service.  It was a great final evening of the holiday, and a great way to wish each other a safe journey home.  By midnight I was back in my hotel, reminiscing about the fabulous time in Berlin.

On Monday it was time for the long trip home, and a farewell to Berlin.  This second visit hasn't changed my feelings towards this fantastic city and it's people.  Danke Berlin.  Ich bin eine Berliner, indeed.

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

"Du bist verrückt mein Kind, du mußt nach Berlin." (Part One)

"The greatest cultural extravaganza that one could imagine."
(David Bowie on 1970s Berlin)

Some readers may remember that I was rather enthusiastic about Berlin after my visit there last year - and made a promise to return.  Well, this weekend I did return, as the German Fetish Ball weekend was once again being held in the fabulous city.

Yes, since my last visit I've been keeping an eye on the happenings of the fetish scene in Berlin and saving some pennies, so when the 2015 Fetish Ball weekend was announced I was ready to book my flights, hotel and tickets for the main event.

For the last week or so, however, I'd been keeping a nervous eye open on the weather in Berlin.  Last year it was scorching and beautiful - but that was June.  It seems May is rather more unsettled than summer.  Luckily, by Wednesday morning the rain had at least cleared, but it was never going to be as hot as last year.  I was packed and ready by early Wednesday morning, and my paranoia about losing hold-luggage meant that my main suitcase was relatively light with toiletries, clothes and shoes, and my hand luggage was full of my two new latex outfits and snacks.  The first change for this year was that I was going with a bigger group of friends, and after being collected from Manchester just after lunch we were in good time and the first passengers to check-in for our late afternoon flight from Liverpool John Lennon Airport.

We had plenty of time to wander the duty-free shops and find somewhere acceptable to eat.  After a leisurely meal I wandered off with one of the girls in the group to find some snacks for the flight ahead.  We were debating the pros and cons of various sweets and chocolate when she stopped the conversation and listened.  "Did that just say 'Last Call for Berlin?' she asked.  "No," I replied, "we've got loads of time."  She wandered off to find crisps and the tannoy broke through the airport muzak again - "Last Call for easyJet flight to Berlin!"  I think I may have whimpered just a little at that point, and it was a mad high-heeled dash with heavy hand-luggage across to the departure gate - cleverly situated at the furthest end of the airport.  Sadly, and I must apologise, we may have held the flight up just a minute or two whilst we boarded and settled.

Thankfully, the flight was a little more on time and professional, and it was a promising, glowing sunset as we arrived at Berlin Schoenfeld.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Berlin

Last year there was a near disaster at the airport railway station - this year we were met at the airport by friends who were running a stall at the Fetish Fair, and as they knew the transport system it was a much less stressful journey to our hotel near Ostbahnof.

Thursday dawned with heavy cloud though, and as a few of us were going exploring I decided to wrap up - that meant skin-tight jeans and high heeled boots, of course!

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Berlin

It was a slow stroll towards the centre of Berlin, taking a small detour to walk along the bank of the River Spree.  Along the way we passed a stunning statue in a beautiful old square that I presumed as St. George fighting the mythical dragon.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Berlin


Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Berlin



Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Berlin

Looking around the statue, I spied a lovely street and wandered down it.  It led to the wonderful Nikolaikirchplatz, circled around the lovely old church.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Nikolaikirchplatz Berlin


Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort -Niklolaikirch, Berlin

It was an amazing small part of old Berlin that I hadn't seen on my last trip, and was beautifully serene and breath-taking.  We strolled back to the Spree and continued the walk, passing by the grand Berliner Dom that I remembered from last year, and Wilfried Fitzenreiter's sculptures of Germanic ladies preparing to bathe in the cool waters of the Spree.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Berlin Dom, Berlin


Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - sculptures, Berlin

As we reached Hackescher Markt there were a few grumbles about getting a decent breakfast (the Ibis hotel where we were all staying isn't great in that respect), so we found the inviting and lovely Restauration 1840, who provided us all with the best breakfasts in Berlin.  Superb.  For just €10 I received a plate full of Hash Browns, mushrooms, tomatoes, kidney beans in a proper tomato-based sauce.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Restauration 1840, Berlin




Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Restauration 1840, Berlin

If you are ever in the city and looking for a breakfast that will keep you going until evening, I can thoroughly recommend this place.  It was a rather more heavy group that wandered out of the restaurant to continue the exploration of Berlin.

The intention was to have a look around the boutique Mitte area of Berlin, before wandering on.  I found a lovely little alley that led to the independent Central Kino (cinema).  I don't know why, but the rather decadent graffiti of Berlin really appeals to me.  I know it's certainly not to everyones taste, but I love it.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Central Kino, Berlin

As we wandered the little shopping streets of Mitte, however, it began to dawn on us that it was very, very quiet - considering it was now midday.  I telephoned a German friend that we'd be meeting later on at the fetish events.  Unbeknown to us, Thursday, it transpired, was a Bank Holiday in Germany and unlike the UK, everything apart from bars, cafes and restaurants was shut.  Nevertheless, it didn't ruin the lovely stroll through the peaceful city centre streets, and I thought of how rushed, ceaseless and tiring our UK Bank Holidays have become in comparison.  Everywhere you looked Berliners were relaxing in bars and cafes, meeting friends, walking with their families and enjoying their social time.

We walked all the way up the bohemian Kastanienallee through the Mitte district, enjoying the chilled-out feel of this part of the city.  Despite the cool weather, it was a great way to see and feel this special part of Berlin.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Kastanienallee, Berlin




Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Kastanienallee, Berlin

After reaching the end of Kastanienallee, we decided to head back towards the centre.  I had arranged to meet friends who had arrived in the city earlier that morning, and as they were staying not far from Checkpoint Charlie I volunteered The Newton Bar that I loved so much last year.

I arrived in plenty of time thanks to a rapid taxi-ride through the deserted roads and settled in to wait for them.  The remainder of the afternoon was spent relaxing and drinking with friends, including having my most expensive measure of whiskey ever.  Yes, €69 bought one serving of Ardbeg's Lord Of The Isles whisky.  I'm not one for taking photos of food and drink usually, but this wasn't a normal glass of whisky...

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Newton Bar, Berlin

It was pretty fantastic, with lots of flavours hitting the tongue at different times - but I preferred the Ardbeg Galileo that I had back in 2012 at The Torridon Hotel.

A taxi-ride took me back to the hotel, where I collapsed into bed early, knowing that Friday and Saturday were fast approaching.

Friday arrived, and although clouds were still blooming across the sky it wasn't with the same greyness and heaviness of Thursday - indeed, there was even a promise of a bit of sunshine.  That was good news, as it was a longer stroll to the first day of the Fetish fair than last year.

We decided to take a detour through Kreuzberg in order to find some food before going to the Fetish Fair.  We struggled to decide on a cafe, as so many of the group wanted different things, and eventually compromised on a small Turkish-style cafe on Skalitzer Strasse.  It certainly didn't look too imposing from the outside, and I can't even remember the name, but the food was divine.  Indeed, one of the group said it was the best coffee he'd ever had.  After refuelling, we headed off to the Berlin Glashaus, the venue for the 2015 Berlin Fetish Fair.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Kreuzberg, Berlin

The weather had improved significantly by now and the sun was out, giving a lovely summery feel to this eastern part of the city (the Glashaus is actually in what would have been the Soviet sector behind the infamous Berlin Wall).  It was an interesting approach to the Glashaus, with some lovely buildings and unusual sights to behold.

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Treptow, Berlin

I wasn't looking for anything in particular at the Fair in truth, as I already had my special outfits ready for both Friday and Saturday nights, but it was still a good opportunity to view the wares from fetish designers.  I did spend a bit of money on a gorgeous little playsuit that comprised naughty little shorts with a sheer fabric top section that I can't wait to wear, but there wasn't really a lot else that I wanted.  I did see some fabulous boots from a company called Fernando, but limited space in my suitcase meant that I couldn't but anything as bulky as that.  I will no doubt be perusing their website and dreaming of a pair of sexy high-heeled thigh boots for the next few months...

Dexi Delite, Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Fetish Fair, Berlin

It was also a good opportunity to meet friends, and I was really pleased to meet the lovely German couple that I had so much fun with at the last Fetish Ball - we promised to meet later at the Kit Kat Club for the start of the weekend.

By mid afternoon it was time to stroll back to the hotel in order to get a bit of rest.  Friday night would see the weekend start with a bang at the Kit Kat Club, followed by the main event on Saturday night.

And all of that will be in Part Two!

Oh, and as for the title of this Blog?  It translates as "You are crazy, my child. You must go to Berlin," from the composer Franz Von Suppe in 1800 - some things never change, as Friday night and Saturday night did get just a little wild...

Monday, 4 May 2015

Bloody Bank Holiday Weather

With a quiet weekend planned, apart from visiting friends near Warrington, I decided the miserable weather on Sunday morning would be ideal for a ironic celebration of the stereotypical May Day Bank Holiday weather.

I slipped on some dark hold-up stockings, my half-cup black bra and shimmied into my rather pervy transparent mac.  The idea was to find a secluded spot in some public gardens that I found near Warrington, and snap some rainy but pervy photos for my Picture Of the Week.  In the grand tradition of John Sedgwick though, it all went a bit wrong.

By the time I had been collected by friends and reached Warrington, the sun was out and blazing... and so were people.  Lots of them - and far too many that would probably not appreciate a scantily clad lady in see-through coat prancing around in the rapidly disappearing puddles.

The Plan was scuppered totally.  Fubarred, as they say in the military (supposedly).  With the General Election looming, I've decided I'm going to scour the numerous leaflets that have been shoved in my slot (oooer, missus!) and find a Party that has one of it's manifesto pledges to introduce more adult-only areas in the UK - fuck the family-friendly stuff, I want places I can legally get my clothes (mostly) off in public and not be bothered by the Mumsnet crew.

Anyway, we ended up arriving early to our friends house, and I eventually got my photos - with raincoat and umbrella - in the hot May sunshine.  I've put one up on as this week's Picture Of The Week, but you may as well have another into the bargain...

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - May Day Bank Holiday

Anyway - onto better things.  Recently I've made a couple of trips over the lofty Pennines to Cathouse Clothing in Liversedge, near Huddersfield.  The brilliant Caroline has made some specific latex creations for me (both in sexy see-through latex... mmmm!) that are for some saucy events coming up this year, so no doubt you'll see a fair bit of them in various blogs throughout the year.

I collected the first outfit a month or so ago, and this Saturday (judging by the weather this should have been the day I did the photos!) collected the second one - in fabulous transparent leopard-print latex.  It doesn't quite show up on the little teaser below, but I can't wait to wear the outfit in public!

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - luscious latex from Cathouse Clothing

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - more luscious latex from Cathouse Clothing

I've certainly got a lot to look forward to at the moment, and a few excursions for sexy and exciting events coming up, so watch this space!