Tuesday, 20 December 2016

Christmas Celebrations at Cirque

Last weekend Christmas finally arrived - for me, anyway.  Personally, (and I know it's not just me) I hate the early arrival of tinsel and tat in the shops - especially before Hallowe'en for Heaven's sake - and the first chimes of the usual old Christmas songs before the calendar even hits December.

 But, an alternative Christmas Party, courtesy of the lovely Sukki Singapora, at Cirque in Manchester was a great way to finally let the season roll in.  Even better, I had the honour of having the gorgeous Zara DuRose as a house guest for the night.

It was indeed a lovely start to the evening when Mz DuRose arrived at my door in the late afternoon, already looking gorgeously groomed and bright-eyed - despite the long journey all the way from 'dahn sarth'.  Sadly, there was the usual north-west weather welcome to greet her - heavy grey cloud bringing an early dusk to the day.

Nevertheless, after an early evening meal it was time to get ready.  I chose a glittery gold dress, in keeping with the season, and my patent black Miu Miu sandals - and no panties, of course.  We arrived at the club just 40 minutes after the doors opened, but were still greeted by a very large crowd, already clearly in the Christmas spirit.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Christmas @ Cirque, Manchester.
 It was fabulous to catch up with the hostess herself, Sukki Singapora, whose career has simply rocketed since I last saw her and is constantly busy and on the move these days.  I also had the chance to meet up with the far-too-sexy Cirque girls than run the club, and the brilliant Kiku team - as well as lovely people I'd met at the club previously.

There were two burlesque acts on as entertainment.  I've seen quite a bit of burlesque over the years, and a few, like Immodesty Blaize and Violet Blaze certainly stick in the memory.  The two performances, a first vocal performance from Sukki and an operatic showstopper from Valis Volkova were simply breath-taking - it's certainly been a while since I was blown away by a burlesque act, but these two gorgeous and incredibly talented ladies did it.

It was a perfect Christmas night out, surrounded by friends and with great music and entertainment.  I'll admit to having a few of Cirque's lip-smacking cocktails myself - partly because they taste wonderful, but it also gives me the chance to watch the gorgeous and busty Cirque girls shake their curves whilst they mix them - double winner!

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Christmas @ Cirque, Manchester.
 It looked like, apart form the alcohol, I was going to be a good girl for the evening, however - unlike the last time I ventured into the premises.

But... as the club emptied at the end of the night I found myself chatting to one of the club's regular attendees - a stunning raven-haired and exotic beauty that I'd ended up french-kissing briefly the last time I was at the club.  As we sat and chatted on one of the club's black sofas she stroked my legs in a rather relaxing and whimsical way, but on each stroke I could sense her delicate fingertips getting a little higher up the inside of my legs each time.  I slowly parted my thighs to allow her scarlet red nails easier access as she continued to stroke me.  We kissed each other, reliving the short but sweet episode from last time and I felt her soft touch glide over my now wet cunt.

I laid back on the sofa, spreading my legs wide and she rubbed her fingertips over my clit, slick and shiny with my own pussy juice.  After toying with my hard clit until I was moaning with pleasure at her expert touch, she slowly and softly slipped a finger into my tight cunt.  She finger-fucked me gently, smiling sensually as I came, my strong pussy muscles gripping her wet fingers in a seductive hold.  She wasn't quite finished, though.  She withdrew her slick fingers which I hungrily took into my mouth, savouring the tastes of my body as I licked her clean.  We kissed again before she lowered her head to my pussy to take her own drink directly from my body.  I felt her tongue flicking over my my engorged lips, tracing a soft outline around my feminine folds before finding my cunt and slipping delicately inside.  I came again, quickly this time, my cries bringing a fair bit of attention form the last members inside the club.

I desperately wanted to reciprocate the attention I had received, but the lady's taxi was now waiting outside.  We promised to continue when we next had the opportunity - a lovely early Christmas present indeed.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Christmas @ Cirque, Manchester.
Speaking of Christmas presents, a quick look back at this year's Blog Posts will, no doubt, show I've not quite been a good girl - but hopefully I've been very good at being very bad.  Escapades in Essen, Radlett, Cirque, et al have perhaps blighted my Santa List. Therefore, I am extremely grateful and must thank the lovely D and T for the gifts they brought.  In view of the chance of having a chap in red shower me with something from his bulging sack being pretty low this year, I was going to buy my own little treat - namely these remarkable Dita Von Teese "Femme Totale" gloves...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dita gloves... mmmmm!
Her new range is quite perfect for anyone with a bit of a stocking/nylon/glove fetish, but I think I may have to wait until a few other necessities have been paid for first, having glanced at the prices.  Bah! Humbug!  But they will be mine....

It's certainly been a strange year, with some very low points. One such being the sad passing of the singularly astonishing David Bowie - the death of a celebrity never really affects me, but Bowie was always so much more than that - but there have been some truly memorable times, too.  It's been tremendous fun looking back over this year's Blog and reminiscing - even if some of those adventures may have cost me a visit from Santa!  Lastly, as Greg Lake, another sadly departed music legend, said...

"I wish you a hopeful Christmas
I wish you a brave new year
All anguish pain and sadness
Leave your heart and let your road be clear
They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on earth
Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell
The Christmas we get we deserve.

I wish you all a very merry Christmas, and a wonderful New Year. 

Tuesday, 13 December 2016

Going Dutch...

The alarm clock, rudely awakening me at 2.45am on a cold Friday morning, was the start to a long weekend away, and one I had been looking forward to for some time.  There always has to be a bloody good reason for getting up in what feels like the middle of the night, and a trip to the Netherlands for a fetish party was one such good reason.

The annual Dominatrix Party had been recommended by friends who had visited previously, and I was looking forward to seeing them all later - especially as the organisers had arranged a special package with a nearby hotel for their attendees.  First, though, there was the trouble of getting from Manchester to a small town somewhat north of Amsterdam - a BIG task for me, as I can get lost in the Trafford Centre.  I did, at least, have the foresight to pre-book a taxi to take me to Manchester airport for 4.15am.  So, by 4.10am I was outside my apartment, dressed in leather boots, skin-tight leather-look jeans, a warm furry hat, leather gloves and (thank you, D, for the gorgeous birthday/Christmas pressie) a lovely and sexy leather coat.

Remembering to arrange a taxi was the first hurdle.  The second hurdle was the taxi actually turning up on time - and here the plans went a bit... wrong.  Despite getting a confirmation text from the taxi firm that my cab was booked, at 4.15am I was still stood outside my apartment in the bitter cold, with no sign of a taxi anywhere.  I ended up calling another firm who duly delivered a warm black cab as quickly as possible,

Luckily, with a chatty taxi driver who knew all the quickest routes I was dropped off at Terminal 1 by 5.00am in time to check in.  There were, I'm glad to say, no more issues on the first bit of the trip - the plane was on time, and we landed at Amsterdam Schipol on schedule.  The next part was somewhat trickier.  I had pre-armed myself with as much knowledge about the Dutch train system as possible, and had read plenty of warnings on the internet about the complexities of the Dutch train ticket machines.  Encouraged by the the quick flight, I was ready for the challenge.  After collecting my suitcase from the baggage collection point (going to fetish events always necessitates using hold luggage!)  I made my way over to the train area at Schipol.  Most of the ticket machines had long queues snaking in front of them, but I found a machine with only one woman stood using it.

I waited whilst she tried to coax a ticket from the surly ticket machine.  I waited whilst she fumbled around with the machine, pressing button after button, before cancelling everything and starting the process again from scratch.  The lady cursed, then tried again.  I waited.  She cursed again, dug in her handbag, found another credit card, and tried again.  I waited.  She cursed again, and re-tried her first card along with her railcard.  I waited.  She cursed again.  Then cursed again before bravely attempting the machine again.  I was slowly drifting into a transcendental haze when I heard her cursing again.  She turned to me and snapped something in Dutch.  "Pardon?" I asked, knowing my Dutch knowledge was, er, slightly limited.  "Bloody machine, good luck if you want to try it" she replied, walking off, ticketless.

I looked at the machine.  It looked balefully back, challenging.  "I've beaten better than you, and I'm only just warming up," it seemed to say.  I looked at the screen.  It looked like a MENSA puzzle.  It taunted me with my ignorance.  I pressed a button for the English language screen, and a million options popped up.  I looked at it.  Some people behind me in the queue waited.  There seemed to be options for the most complex journeys possible (travel on Tuesday at 17.57 to Rotterdam via Stockholm, Cairo and Margate, whilst wearing brown socks..., but not available if you want a return journey and have hair parted on the left... unless you are a student and are booking before 10.00am - otherwise choose another option...).  I looked a bit more at the screen, hoping for an option that said 'Dominatrix Fetish Party'.  The people behind me in the queue waited a bit more.  I gave up without trying and decided to join the queues of other machine-beaten people where I could get a ticket from a real person.  I could feel the machine chuckling as I slinked off, leaving it sitting awaiting it's next victim.  The real person was incredibly helpful, thankfully, finding me the right ticket and destination, but also printing out a list of instructions where I needed to change trains and on what platforms.

The party itself was in the town of Uitgeest - pronounced Owtrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeest, or something similar - the Dutch like their vowels, I think, and never miss an opportunity to slip some extra ones in there whenever they can.  I think they must buy them from the Russians, who don't seem to use vowels at all, so probably have a few to spare.  I had a nervous train-change at Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam (or Zandam, to me) to look forward to, but for now I was in the right place at the right time, thanks to my lovely train ticket chap.  Uitgeest was now but two train journeys away.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - leather lady, Schipol Airport.
The train journey across the flat Dutch countryside was uneventful, with not a lot to look at.  Living in Manchester, I thought I'd seen the dullest weather ever in the world, but Manchester was soundly beaten by the despondent Dutch fog....

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - grey, grey, and more grey...
That photo is more colourful than I remember it, and the funereal air of the weather outside was at least matched by my outfit, but at least I felt warm and, in anticipation of the forth-coming party, a bit fetishy, too.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - leather lady.

Zaandam arrived, and I disembarked, finding my next train to Owtrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeest straight away - the difficulties in actually buying a train ticket are clearly balanced by the ease of the system once you are on it, and I was soon being whisked away across more dull flat-lands to my destination.

I couldn't fail to get off at this stop, as it was the last on the line.  The train halted, the last remaining passengers disembarked and I found myself on a station platform with a small adjacent car park... and nothing else.  The hotel that everyone was going to that was attending the party was too far to walk, but a taxi rank in the car park at least made things easier.

Or would have done, if there was a taxi there.  There wasn't.  Nevertheless, I went over and waited.  And waited.  And waited.  Fifteen minutes passed with no sign of any taxis.  Over on the train station platform I saw a couple of gentlemen in train-operator uniforms.  I wandered over to enquire about getting a taxi, and I was assured that I had been waiting at the correct place.  I went back to the taxi rank and waited a bit more.  Ten more minutes passed.  A few cars arrived to either drop off train passengers or collect them, and there was a steady and quite busy stream of traffic on the nearby main road - but no taxis.

Away across the main road, on the other side of a road junction, I saw a petrol station.  With a heavy drizzle now descending from the grey cloud above and the temperature dropping I decided it was time to move.  Picking up my suitcase and bag, I made my way through the underpass to the other side of the main road, and then over to the petrol station.  I was expecting to find something like a UK petrol station, comprising shop, toilets and even maybe somewhere to get a hot drink.  It wasn't like that at all.  Two petrol pumps, and a busy garage with cars being worked on - and nothing else.

I was a bit stuck.  I had no real idea where the hotel was, other than it was a bit too far to walk.  I  must have looked like a bit of a sorry waif as a gentleman walking to the garage with his dog stopped to enquire if I was OK.  "I've been waiting for a taxi at the train station," I explained, "but nothing has turned up.  I was hoping to see if I could get one here."  He smiled.  "Come in, let's see what we can do for you."

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - awaiting my taxi.
I followed him in to the garage, and he marched over to the grimy reception desk where another chap in oily overalls waited.  He spoke in quick Dutch to the mechanic, who, following a short conversation, picked up the telephone and chatted away in Dutch for a few minutes.  I waited again, trying to not hope too much for a positive outcome.  Through my Samaritan translator, the mechanic asked where I needed to go.  I showed them the name of the hotel, and they both smiled at each other.  The mechanic resumed his telephone conversation, before the handset was banged down and another short Dutch conversation followed between the mechanic and my Samaritan.  They both looked at me and smiled again.  My Samaritan chap said "There is a taxi coming for you now - maybe five or ten minutes wait, that is all.  Is that OK?"  I nearly wept with relief.

He suggested I wait outside, so I said my 'thank you' to the mechanic and stepped back outside with my good Samaritan.  He wished me luck before starting to head off with his pooch in tow.  "Excuse me, " I said, seeing him heading away from the garage, "don't you work here?"  "No, you just looked a bit lost, so thought I could help."  He waved goodbye, and I was left a little in awe at the friendliness and lovely attitude of the people I had met so far in the country.

I didn't have long to wait before a rather smart black Mercedes-Benz arrived to collect me.  Once I was in the warm and cossetting interior the taxi driver checked where I was going.  I showed him the address, and he smiled like the mechanic and Samaritan had smiled - "Ah, you are going to the party?" he said.  Obviously everyone in the small town knew about the party weekend and what sort of guests would be heading to the hotel!  I asked him why the taxi rank was so quiet.  "No taxi there on weekday - weekends only," he replied.  Well, I suppose that explained the lack of taxi-like transportation, then.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Hotel Akersloot, Uitgeest.
A few minutes later we had arrived at Hotel Akersloot.  It was still only midday, even though I felt like I'd been travelling for a whole week, so it was too early to check in.  The hotel's main lounge bar was open, with log fires burning heartily away and a nice selection of whisky to help keep the gloom away.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - leather lady, er, lounging..
With a warming mint tea and Johnny Walker Platinum Label whisky to see me through to check-in time, I was now finally relaxing.  With friends arriving from Brighton, London and Leicestershire I contemplated how well they would manage the trip.  I looked around at the hotel patrons - they were largely very old and clearly not attending the weekend parties.  It would be an interesting mixture once the party-people arrived en masse.

I finally got into my fantastic room and with a night out to The Showboat for Mistress Manita's BDSM party ahead, I had a mid-afternoon kip before getting ready.  It was around 6.00pm when the first of the friends turned up from Leicester, and we had a welcome drink together in the hotel room.

I had chosen to wear one of my Cathouse Clothing outfits, comprising of latex leggings and a low-cut jacket.  With high-heels on, I was ready to party.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
The organisers had arranged a shuttle bus to take guests to the event, and with tickets for the bus and the party in hand we headed down stairs to the bar, to hopefully meet up with other party-goers.  The hotel corridors were busy with people in various stages of being dressed for the night ahead - some already in latex, some half-way through getting ready, and some running from room to room with just a towel covering themselves.  Being conscious of other people's privacy meant it was quite difficult to get a photo without anyone else in it!

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
We followed a stunning six-foot tall red-headed Amazonian down the corridor to the lifts, and I couldn't help but admire her figure in a tiny latex leotard, with sky-scraper heels to complete to look.

Down in the bar we availed ourselves of some alcohol, and were soon joined by C, a submissive German chap that I'd chatted to briefly in Essen earlier in the year.  He, too, had tickets for Mistress Manita's party, which was a bit of a relief as my Leicester friends were having a quiet night in the hotel which meant I'd have been travelling to The Showboat by myself.

At 10.00pm we said good night to our companions and left them in the bar while we caught the next shuttle bus.  It stopped a few minutes later at a nightclub that most definitely wasn't The Showboat.  I asked the driver what party he'd brought us to.  "Dominatrix Party," he replied, confused.  I dug out my Showboat ticket and showed him.  "Oh, that's a different Party - this is Models and Makers Party.  Showboat is a long way from here," he said, "but the shuttle bus doesn't go there."  C was equally puzzled.  "But on the website it says shuttle-bus," he said, standing firm, "and this is shuttle-bus.  We go to Showboat."  "I can take you, no problem," replied the driver, affably, "but it will cost €35 each way."  "But we haf tickets for shuttle-bus, and there is shuttle-bus to Showboat, so it cost nothing extra," he answered, his German logic kicking in.  "Yah, yah, but not this bus," counteracted the driver, calmly.  I could see this developing into 'a bit of a situation', so asked the driver to take us back to the hotel where we could sort it out with the organisers.

Back at the hotel the shuttle bus organisers were equally baffled.  "Yes, you can go to Showboat on shuttle-bus, but it will cost extra.."  "Nein, we have tickets for shuttle-bus..." began C again, not giving ground.  German logic against Dutch laissez-faire.  The Dutch won - they simply didn't budge from their smiling and jovial offer of transportation at extra cost, and with no other options we were checkmated.

I suggested to C that we retired to the bar to discuss our next move and see if we could find anyone else to share the costs with.  "I thought it might get a bit confrontational there for a moment," I said, as we settled down for more drinks in the bar.  "But it makes no sense," he answered, still sounding annoyed, "they have shuttle bus, we haf the tickets for the bus, they should take us..."  "Yes," I agreed, "but without paying another €70 for the return trip they won't take us."  I was already mentally juggling the costs in my head as it was €70 in extra costs between us that I wasn't expecting, but C made up my mind for me.  "I'm not going to go - I will stay here and drink beer, for €70 I can get a lot of beer" he said, oblivious to the looks he was getting from the elderly hotel patrons in his latex bodysuit, only slightly covered by his short coat.  

I decided that €70 for my own taxi was out of reach, and decided to stay in the bar with C, who was now looking a little more relaxed.  C complained a little at the poor organisation of the Dutch.  "But they did offer to help," I suggested, "even if it did mean more money..."  "Yah, but if it is organised correctly, there is no need for extra costs.." he answered, smiling.  I laughed and called him a bad man for being stubborn.  "Yah," he said, a twinkle in his eye, "very bad man.  Maybe I should be... punished," he laughed.

So, my first night at the Dominatrix weekend was spent, not at Mistress Manita's Showboat party that I'd bought tickets for, but in the hotel room of a lovely German chap who I spanked and whipped before sitting on his face, slapping and wanking his hard cock until he spunked over my hands and over his shiny latex, and I had my own latex-clad orgasm, grinding my hips into his face as I came.  Lovely.

I was still up early enough for the massive buffet breakfast provided by the hotel - if I was a little let down by missing the Showboat party due to Dutch organisation, I couldn't criticise the hotel - it was brilliantly run, had fantastic and helpful staff and was a wonderful place to chat and relax.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
I decided my red leather-look jeans would be suitably fetishy but still daytime-acceptable, and once in the breakfast bar admired many other daytime fetish outfits.  Skin-tight shiny leggings abounded, clinging to the thighs of sexy girls, and leather jeans seemed to be the choice of many of the men.  Some clearly were struggling to get fully prepared for the morning, and appeared in the breakfast bar still in pyjamas and bathrobes.

 Saturday daytime was spent greeting friends who had finally arrived from the UK, and I bumped into C again, and had a long, late lunch together.  I did briefly wander outside the hotel, to be confronted with a much brighter day than Friday...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - er, a bit less grey... I think...
... but it wasn't warm enough to tempt me too far from the warmer lounge bar...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Hotel Akersloot, Uitgeest.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Hotel Akersloot, Uitgeest.
Despite the offer of rejoining C in his hotel room, I decided that if  wanted to stay the course of the long night ahead then I needed a bit of rest - alone.

I was up and ready in plenty of time though by early evening, and decided to wear my latex dress that I'd bought in Essen earlier in the year from Brigitte More.  Latex-clad, high heeled and polished up, I met up with friends in the lounge bar to catch the shuttle bus - this time hopefully to the correct event.  This time all went perfectly - the bus dropping us a few minutes afterwards at the club we'd mistakenly been taken to the night before.  The first person I met on entering the club was Brigitte More, who recognised me and the dress she'd sold to me straight away!  We had a catch-up before duties caller her away, and I carried on into the darker recesses of the club.  It was quite busy inside, despite the early hour, but I took time to explore a little.

Upstairs, a small room had an elaborate mixing desk set up.  I got chatting to the main DJ, who would later be playing industrial dance music in the room.  He was kind enough to take a little snapshot while I tried out his rather superb neon headphones.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
The DJ showed me around upstairs, as it wasn't officially open at that point (I hadn't known when I strolled up the stairs).  There was a quiet playroom nearby, and another opportunity for a quick photo before it got busier later on.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
After seeing the playroom, the DJ told me he had to get ready for the night, so I said my goodbyes, promising to listen to his set later in the night.  In the main room there was a fashion show on the stage, and I took the chance to watch from my illegal and elevated position on the stairs.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
Once the show was over the music kicked in, and I rejoined the main throng in the hall, bumping into Brighton friends in the process.  We joined the fetish crowd on the dance-floor, the heady scents of clean sweat, latex, leather and assorted perfumes mingling to a form a quite sexual bouquet.  A stunning blonde middle-aged lady in a latex leotard began dancing with me, and we were soon stroking each other.  I could feel her soft breasts through the thin latex of her outfit, and she quickly moved in and we locked lips in a hungry kiss.  We danced together a little more before the moving crowd, like a living tide, swept us in different directions.  

I rejoined friends for a time, before venturing into more hidden rooms.  One area of the club was laid out like a small, dark maze, in which smaller, darker rooms lay behind discreet curtains.  In one shadowed room I caught a vague image of a man laid back on a sling whilst a dark-haired woman sucked his cock.  In another, a few bodies inter-twined, their sweat-sheened bodies catching the small light and making erotic shadow-play of the scenario.  

I left the area and headed upstairs.  The small dance room was full of bodies moving to the hardcore dance music, and although I could see the DJ I had spoken to earlier on the decks it was just too crowded to stay long in the hot room.  Over in the dungeon play area all the equipment was being used... and some party-goers were making their own play area.  One leather-clad man was completing his Japanese rope bondage on his clearly willing female victim, the soft ropes pulled tight between her legs, spreading her bulging cunt.  Of course, in the interests of the blog I stayed a little while and observed.  Japanese rope bondage can be, well, a little boring, but I have to admit I did quite enjoy the eroticism of watching the tightening ropes pushing the girl's vulva out more and more.  I would have loved to have stroked her naked and shaved pussy, but it was clearly a two-person scene at that point.  I thought it best to leave them to it otherwise I don't think I could have stopped my wandering fingers from joining in.

I found a spot on the stairs to watch the sexy, heaving crowd move in time to the relentless music.  It was a great place to be - I had many compliments on my dress, and met lots of lovely people from all over northern Europe.  I especially noticed a huge number of very stunning and sexy older ladies, all clearly out for a good time.  

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Dominatrix Party Weekend 2016.
At some point I wandered back upstairs, finding my Brighton friends drinking and observing the party below.  We chatted, as much as we could over the loud music, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I turned to find a young girl, completely naked except for a slave collar, standing there.  In broken English she told me she liked my dress - in turn I told her I liked her body.  She kissed me, and I could taste lots of alcohol on her breath, before running her hands up my dress to briefly caress my breast.  I was debating about the ethics of taking it further when her partner arrived, clearly trying, somewhat in vain, to control his runaway slave-girl.  She waved as he took her away, and I figured he was going to be in for a quite troublesome night from his naughty girl.

4.30am arrived and with the club emptying I decided it was time to make a move myself.  I found the shuttle-bus, and once again the short journey back to the hotel meant I was heading back to my room a few minutes later.  In the room next to mine there was clearly a party going on - I was sorely tempted to join them, but the invitation on the door also gave a warning - there was filming inside for social media.  I decided some discretion was required, so sadly left them to it.

I was determined to have a decent meal before heading home later that day so was up early, despite the late night, and headed downstairs for breakfast.   I was amazed to find the party still going on in the next room as I left my room.  In the breakfast lounge I bumped into the DJ from the industrial room, who hadn't even been to bed, like the people next-door to my room.  These guys knew how to party!  I was also amazed that many other party-goers had the same idea of not missing breakfast... although once again some were better dressed for a public brekkie than others. 

At midday I caught a taxi back to Uitgeest train station, thankful to be leaving the gorgeous hotel as it was now filling with Dutch families for a traditional Dutch Christmas get-together.  Back at the train station there was a short queue for the ticket machine.  My heart sank.  I waited.  An elderly Dutch couple struggled with the machine.  It was as uncooperative as those at Schipol airport.  I waited a bit more, with more people joining the queue behind me.  We all waited whilst the couple struggled again, until eventually a Dutch lady, stood in front of me, stepped in to help them.  They were soon on their way, train tickets in hand.  The Dutch lady spent just a minute or so at the machine before it acquiesced to her demands.  As she turned I tapped her on the shoulder.  "Can you help me with mine?" I enquired.  In no time I had my ticket to Schipol.  I collected my bags and ventured onto the station platform.  Across the tracks a train sat waiting, but I wasn't sure where it was going to.  I tried to make some sense of the train timetable, but, well, it all seemed like double-Dutch to me.  I heard frantic tapping behind me and turned to see the Dutch lady waving at me from inside the waiting train, and signalling that I needed to be on the same one.  Like the Berlin train charge from a couple of years ago, I hustled my bags down a flight of steps, through the trainline underpass, up the other side and just caught the train as it was departing.  The kind lady even came into the carriage to make sure I was OK and had caught it in time.

A fabulous and memorable weekend, with wonderful Dutch hospitality and friendliness.  It's been a long time since I last went to Netherlands, and this trip has certainly made me think my revisit was overdue.

It's full steam now until Christmas, and I've still got a few things to look forward to before the end of 2016.

Sunday, 20 November 2016

The Kinky Cabaret Of Excess, Manchester

Readers of the blog will recall that back in September this year I had a rather thrilling time at a party in Radlett, courtesy of the gorgeous Zara DuRose.

This weekend Zara brought her hostessing skills up to the north west - specifically her debut party for The Kinky Cabaret Of Excess at Cirque in Manchester.  Knowing both Zara and the Cirque team very well meant that I got tickets at the earliest opportunity.

It had already been a fabulous weekend before I even arrived at the door at Cirque - southern-based friends arrived late on Friday to stay with me for the weekend and accompany me to Zara's party.  Therefore, it was a relaxed and lovely day wandering around the city centre before preparing for the forthcoming party night.

I'd chosen my latex outfit from Cathouse Clothing that comprised opaque latex stockings, girdle and bolero-style top - with, of course, no panties and my breasts on show and very accessible.

Polished and preened, we made out way to the venue nice and early, where, as part of the first fifty guests through the door we were presented with a welcoming glass of Prosecco.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Zara DuRose's Kinky Cabaret Of Excess, Manchester.
Being so early meant a quiet start to the night - a perfect opportunity for a couple of photos... one for this week's Picture Of The Week.   I managed to seek out Zara herself and had a chat before the crowds arrived.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - A lovely pair at Zara DuRose's Kinky Cabaret Of Excess, Manchester.
The crowds, of course, did of course duly arrive - many tempted outside of the M25 thanks to Zara's legendary parties.  In the course of the evening I met people from London, Wolverhampton, Bristol and Wilstshire, all of whom had made a specific trip for Zara's event.

With fabulous music and a very decadent and sexy atmosphere, the night was pretty soon developing a sensual mood on its own.  Like a kid in a candy store, I ogled and perved at all the stunning girls in remarkable outfits, trying to decide who to make a move on first.  In the end, it was an easy decision - stood talking to the lady half of my visiting southern friends I couldn't help but stare at her rather lovely soft cleavage and creamy skin under her low-cur lace bodystocking.  Stood in the top bar in full view of the watching crowds, I decided to go with the mood of the evening, leaning in to kiss her soft lips, before nibbling my way down to her breasts.  At the same time I slid my hand up her lace-clad thigh to her warm and inviting pussy.  I slid my fingers into her tight heat, forgetting the close crowd.  I played with her until I felt her strong muscles gripping my slippery fingers as she came.  It was certainly a promising start to the night... and it certainly made me slightly wet.  I felt my own cunt juices sliding down my soft thighs as we separated...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Zara DuRose's Kinky Cabaret Of Excess, Manchester.
I thoroughly enjoyed meeting many of the new people at the event - some of whom I recognised from the Radlett party.  I was especially pleased to see M arrive, whose lovely black cock I had enjoyed sucking the last time we'd met.  We promised to 'bump' into each other later.

On my travels through the club I was introduced to a stunning brunette by Zara - the absolutely stunning and sexy Lucia Love, a porn/fetish star.  Having a lot in common, we hit it off immediately, chatting away like old friends, and, like M, promised to see each other later on.

In between meeting fantastic people and enjoying the fantastic (and potent) Cirque cocktails, I did at least manage to catch a couple of the entertainment acts - Whiskey Raven opening the evening's shows (well, after my first sexual encounter, that is), a gorgeous burlesque dancer from Manchester.  I managed to also spend a bit of time on the dance-floor, with the guest DJ playing some fantastically varied stuff.  David Bowie's grooving 'Let's Dance' soon giving way to some hard-core industrial dance - I was in disco heaven.

Cirque itself has a couple of rather steep staircases.  Every time I decided to go to the top bar for a chill-out and chat, I was beginning to feel as though a couple of gentlemen in particular were constantly waiting for me to walk up the stairs before fighting between themselves to follow me up.  It took me a little while to realise why -  the steep staircases naughtily displayed my bare pussy to anyone behind me.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Zara DuRose's Kinky Cabaret Of Excess, Manchester.
One of the men eventually plucked up enough courage to start chatting to me as we waited in the short queue for the toilet.  After a few 'small-talk' comments he blurted out that he'd love to watch me use the toilet.  Being a somewhat open-minded girl, I didn't have a problem with that.  We squeezed into the small cubicle, and he knelt before me as I squatted over the bowl and let loose a hot power-jet of piss.  He looked like he'd had a religious experience as he slipped his hands into the strong, pulsing champagne.  I wiped myself clean and left him to his own devices in the cubicle - I wasn't sure what he got up to after I'd left...

I made my way back to the bar, and found the luscious Lucia Love there.  We were soon comparing boobs, and she wasted little time in judging mine for herself...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Lucia Love and my breasts, Zara DuRose's Kinky Cabaret Of Excess, Manchester.
That meant a green light for me to untie Lucia's own red latex and free her gorgeous tits, stroking my hands sensually over her perfect boobs.  It was becoming quite clear that the naughty girl and I would have business to attend to before the night was out, but the crowded bar probably wasn't the best place to do it.

We had just decided to leave our explorations until later, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.  It was M, who asked me to follow him so we could chat.  Chatting, it seemed, wasn't quite what he had in mind, though.  He led me to a quiet corner of the downstairs area, behind the busy dancefloor, with a full Chesterfield sofa to ourselves.   He asked if I had panties on, to which I simply laid back on the sofa and spread my legs.  It was an offer he didn't need twice, immediately dropping his head between by thighs.  I felt his long strong tongue lapping at my pussy, exploring the delightful crevices and curves of my cunt and clitoris.  He soon added delicate fingers to the senses, gently pushing in and stretching me.

He left me dripping and slick before standing in front of me, and I could see his hard cock straining under his trousers.  I slowly unzipped him and eased his hard cock from the confinement of his clothes.  Stretching my lips, I took his hard heat into my mouth, slowly stroking the thick girth of his cock as I sucked him.  I decided a little cock-sucking selfie was in order...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Zara DuRose's Kinky Cabaret Of Excess, Manchester.
I revelled in slipping my fingers and lips along his hard shaft for some time, until he pulled me upright and stood me on the sofa itself.  My heavy breasts were now perfectly level with his face, and took my nipples hungrily into his mouth, his fingers once again finding my still-dripping pussy and sliding sexily inside.  He finger-fucked me in front of a small watching group until I orgasmed, my tight cunt clasping his slick fingers and my knees almost giving way beneath me.  We did at least manage to chat a bit more before he was called away to help with some of the party organisation, and I realised that it was now quite late and home was calling.

I wandered back upstairs, becoming naughtily aware that my slickly wet and shining pussy would be perfectly visible once again to anyone following, to say some goodbyes.  I found Zara and Lucia Love upstairs, and soon took advantage of the offer to use the nearby office to say a proper goodbye to Lucia.  We quickly made room on the small sofa, taking it in turns to lick and ease our fingers into each others pussies.  She tasted wonderful and told her I regretted not having a strap-on dildo to fuck her fantastic cunt with, which she readily agreed for our next meeting.  Of course, we promised to stay in touch and hopefully we will both get our strap-on sex wish soon.

I did finally get my goodbyes said and wandered back downstairs, at which point, in further goodbyes, I managed to kiss three more gorgeous ladies, one of which I wasted little time in escalating the farewell to having her nipples in my mouth, and another gorgeous girl that I've had my eye on since Cirque opened that I ended up French-kissing, our tongues dipping into each others mouths as we kissed.

It actually took me over an hour since leaving M to finally get outside and into the car for the short journey home.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Zara DuRose's Kinky Cabaret Of Excess, Manchester.
Without a doubt one of the best nights I've ever had in Manchester, and I hope that the delicious Zara DuRose and her fantastic events soon make a return to the city.

Dexi Delite-d indeed.

Friday, 18 November 2016

All Night Long - again.

November, (for me anyway, since 2012) has all been about escaping to the beautiful coast of North Wales for three nights of Rock n' Roll mayhem - yes, this weekend I was back in the land of dragons to face some old and rather mythical beasts... and some new ones, too.

Memories of last year's rather stormy affair were brought to mind on the journey down the A55. Indeed, I recalled clearly the view of the stunning Bwlch Mawr and Gyrn Ddu mountains, shrouded in heavy black clouds - it looked like the entrance to Mordor a year ago.  This time around, thankfully, the clouds were light and sunshine kept the cold at bay.

Once checked in I unpacked in my rather spacious caravan and immediately headed out to the nearby bar where I was due to meet up with friends for the somewhat difficult rock music quiz.  I'm glad to report that the team fared better than last year's 2 out of 40 - this time around it was a more respectable nineteen.

Straight after the quiz it was time to head back to the caravan to change into my opening-night outfit.  With this year's theme being Witches and Warlocks, I decided my only real choice would be as a witch's familiar - in other words, my clinging latex black catsuit and high-heeled boots, completing the outfit with some little cat ears and whiskers.

I was a little late to the proceedings, which had already begun with a stage show featuring sexy go-go dancers, a huge monkey and, er, of course Donald Trump.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Hard Rock Hell, 2016.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Hard Rock Hell, 2016.
Three-piece HRH stalwarts The Texas Flood began the music parade of the weekend, their southern American funky hard blues a great start to the rock weekend.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The Texas Flood.
All female rock trio The Amorettes followed with some more straight-forward no-frills heavy rock, but I can't say I saw much of them as by now, as is usual at Hard Rock Hell, friends old and new were turning up and I spent most of the girls' set chatting, or rather shouting, into the assorted ears of the gang.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The Amorettes
After The Amorettes finished I wandered over to the second stage area, where the market and retail area resided.  It was a nice break from the loud rock, even if I didn't find anything I particularly needed in the market stalls.  Once again I still managed to bump into old friends from the previous years events, and spent a less shouty time catching up.

I was back in the main arena, luckily to catch some rather sexy ladies on stilts as an additional attraction to the bands.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Sexy stilt girls!
Later on I managed to chat with the girls, and discovered that the gussets of those tight shorts were perfectly at face-height.  Mmmmmmm... lovely.

The next band I caught were called Last In Line, a name I didn't recognise.  However, some of the songs were quite recognisable, and it was half-way through the set that I mentioned it to a stranger sat next to me, and was duly informed that this band were the former members of rock legends Dio, whose name-sake leader Ronnie James Dio died in 2010 - and in bizarre twist of fate, one of the questions I got right on the rock music quiz earlier in the day.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Last In Line.
Anyway, Last In Line were quite brilliant, their superb musicmanship perfectly showcasing the great tracks of the old rock legend.

The finale to the first night's entertainment was the unique and singularly brilliant Hayseed Dixie - a bizarre, banjo/fiddle/acoustic guitar foursome that rework old rock classics of AC/DC and others into bluegrass/southern redneck country/Deliverance masterpieces - funny, irreverent, and thoroughly fantastic.  I certainly had a brilliant time squeezed in at the front of the stage for the performance.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Hayseed Dixie.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Hayseed Dixie.
After Hayseed Dixie had left the stage to thunderous applause, there was the small matter of the Aftershow/VIP Party to attend to.  With more live bands on a small stage, more drinks with friends and a very late end to the first night - at 4.30am... and with still Friday and Saturday to go, there was a lot more to come.

Friday dawned slightly too early for my tired eyes, but I promised myself that I wouldn't lie around all day - with the music beginning at midday there was still plenty to see and listen to.  Firstly, though, a quiet interlude, and in perfect timing for the 11.00am silence for Remembrance Day...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The beach... and silence.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The beach at 11.00am on 11th of the 11th.
Although this was my fourth visit to the event, I hadn't ever been to see the beach.  My caravan this year, although some way from the main arena, was, I found out, very close to the beach, so I felt almost duty-bound to explore.  The view over the bay, to the Snowdonian mountains was quite simply fantastic in the early morning sun, the tranquillity of the scene a huge contrast to the musical mayhem that I would soon also be enjoying shortly.  Seeing that time was passing, I made my way back to the main area, and headed for the smaller Stage Two.

First up was a band called Vodun - named after the term a form of West African voodoo.  They weren't really my taste, the music a little disjointed and cacophonic, but the lead vocalist did have a mighty fine pair of, er, lungs, and as I watched, mesmerised by her own brand of dark voodoo, her bounteous treasures fighting to escape her dress brought to mind two planets colliding.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Vodun.
As much as the visual show was quite enthralling, I decided I wanted a bit more harmony and so headed over the main stage to catch a band that I loved at least year's event - Chase The Ace.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Chase The Ace.
Once again they put on a great and energetic show, showing how far they had come since their debut last year - more polished, with better stage-craft and better songs.  Fabulous.

I didn't stay for the next few acts, though, as I'd already promised to meet up with friends for a drink (of tea, this time...) at the little on-site coffee-house, where we ended up staying for some time.  I soon realised, yet again, that more time had passed than expected and headed back to the caravan for food and a change of clothes, ready for the long night ahead.

I was back in the main arena in time to get a seat to see the performance of Ricky Warwick.  Mr Warwick has been at HRH previously, the last time putting on one of my favourite peformances with Black Star Riders (the former Thin Lizzy).  He kept to his Lizzy-esque rock roots, but stayed clear of simply regurgitating the old hits... but I did find myself longing for him to belt out The Boys Are Back In Town in his Northern Irish (and Phil Lynott-like) voice...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Ricky Warwick.
A quality start to the eveings proceedings, though, which continued with the arrival of The Graham Bonnet Band.  Mr Bonnet is probably a name many outside of rock's illustrious scope may not have heard of, but if you recall the voice of Rainbow's Since You've Been Gone and All Night Long then you may have an idea who he is.

His set covered a fair bit of the one album he did with the legendary band, and included those two massive hit singles - to the delight of the Hard Rock Hell audience, most of whom bellowed out the lyrics to the songs.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Graahm Bonnet.
I have to admit I did, too - especially as some of the lyrics seemed particularly pertinent when I caught sight of the rather sexy latino bass-player...

I wanna touch you
I wanna feel you
I wanna make you mine

I wanna love you all night long
I wanna be with you all night long

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - sexy bassist with The Graham Bonnet Band.
1990's  American rockers Ugly Kid Joe followed.  Their metal/funk rock set was certainly different to Graham Bonnet's somewhat more direct European rock, but they didn't have any problems winning the crowd over - particularly when playing their biggest hits of I Hate Everything About You and Cats In The Cradle.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Ugly Kid Joe.
Much to the added delight of the audience, including me, when they got the girls from the opening act, Area 51, back on the stage...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - sexy dancers with Ugly Kid Joe.
Anyway, let me tell you that her G-String was as small as the one on the guitar next to her on stage. I did get a picture, but...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - that damned hand....
Damned hand - I wonder whose it was.... it certainly ruined one of my best photos.  But I still have the memories, hehehehe.😈

Also joining Ugly Kid Joe onstage was Mr Trump, the new President of the United States.  I'd have thought he'd have been too busy to be cavorting around a holiday site in Wales, but in truth he looks quite good for his age.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - er... Donald Trump... possibly.
Headlining the Friday night were more leather-clad ladies - this time glam rockers Vixen.  They have certainly aged well, and still, I'm happy to report, a penchant for sexy leather outfits.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Vixen.
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  Vixen.
I stayed for most of the set, but the previous night's late finish was beginning to tell.  As I headed out of the arena to walk back to my caravan I bumped into more HRH friends.  I was all too easily enticed to another Aftershow/VIP Party.

Once again, Donald Trump appeared, who I'm pleased to say, spent quite a bit of time sat on my knee whilst we chatted.  I can report, exclusively to my blog readers, that the new President loves my Vivienne Westwood Boudoir perfume and has a very firm and gorgeous bottom, which was especially sexy with it's thin sheen of sweet sweat that had me longing to lick clean.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - possibly Doanld again... with a very nice arse.
Nevertheless, by 2.00am I was simply shattered and headed off, finally, back to my little caravan and fell into a deep sleep.

I had a quieter start to the musical acts on Saturday, opting to listen to the acoustic 'unplugged' sessions in the site's small bar as opposed to the full metal onslaught of the main arenas.

I stayed for two acts - The Bad Flowers from the exotic Cannock area, and Brad Marr, the lead singer/guitarist from Massive, who travelled to North Wales from slightly further afield - Australia.  Indeed, there were about five acts over the weekend from down-under.

The Bad Flowers were a very engaging bunch of chaps, and the songs transposed quite well into the acoustic theme.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The Bad Flowers.
Slightly less well-prepared was Brad Marr from Massive.  He had clearly not rehearsed nor planned, so winged it, and luckily did a grand job.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Brad Marr from Massive.
After a few songs he was joined onstage by Kevin Curran, the vocalist/guitarist from another Aussie rock band Hailmary - also playing over the weekend.  They decided to do a duet of one of my favourite Led Zeppelin songs - Immigrant Song.  Kevin took the guitar ("as he knows the chords") whilst Brad took the vocals ("as I know the words").  It turned out that Brad's statement was only slightly correct.  I twigged on fairly quickly that Brad actually didn't know the lyrics at all, and googling the words on an iPhone during the song was a bit of a giveaway...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - the long lost lyrics of Immigrant Song.
Nevertheless, it was done with great relaxed humour befitting the more chilled-out acoustic session, and they still got a rousing cheer when they (sort of) finished the song.  I think Messrs. Plant and Page have little to fear at the moment, though.

After their set I wandered up into the main area, deciding to pop in to see if Bernie Marsden (ex-Whitesnake guitarist and song-writer) was on form.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bernie Marsden.
His set seemed a little subdued and soft bluesy for the time of day, so I decided to see what was happening on the smaller Stage Two.  It turned out to be a great decision - Welsh wonders Hand Of Dimes were playing.  If you like great blues guitar and vocals, then I 100% recommend checking these guys out.  Dazzling musicmanship, great songs and stupendous vocals - a band I will definitely keep a look out for in the future - indeed, one of the best acts of the whole event.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Hand Of Dimes.
I stayed rooted in place until they had ripped through a well-deserved encore, before heading back to the main stage.  I caught the last of Bernie Marsden's performance (which I belated found out got better later on - but I still don't regret giving him up for Hand Of Dimes) and watched a bit of Massive (now fully staffed and remembering lyrics) before heading back to the caravan for some food and another change of clothes.

Suitably reinforced with hot food and tight shiny black thigh boots, I headed back to the main arenas for the final night's entertainment.  I saw a little bit of Living Colour's set, but I soon became as disinterested as they appeared to be, and their music, although well played, lack some excitement.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Living Colour, but a bit pale and subdued...
I was therefore more than happy to join friends in the Stage Two arena, and was pleased to see that the lovely chaps from Cannock, The Bad Flowers, were better with guitars plugged in and drums played in anger - a great set.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - The Bad Flowers... electrified.
We stayed in the Stage Two area for the remainder of the night, watching bands and generally getting up to no good (as groups of rock girls do, especially after a 'few' drinks).  I was glad we did - the last band I saw of the whole event were another bunch of Aussie rockers, Black Aces - and time for another Dexi Delite tip - keep a look out for these young guys too.

Conjure up thoughts of a Bon Scott led AC/DC in the late 1970's, with all the energetic, pounding, pumping passion and humour, and you get an idea of Black Aces.  Songs of drinking, catching diseases from naughty women, more drinking, thunderous cover versions of Slade's Gudby T'Jane and Ike & Tina Turner's Nutbush City Limits, and more songs of gettting shit-faced and drinking some more... Yes, AC/DC did it a few decades ago, but, especially since the departure of dear Brian Johnson in AC/DC's line-up, there is simply not a band that has that funtime feel like Black Aces.  They were simply superb.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort -  the brilliant Black Aces.
Black Aces - I raise a glass to you guys, too - and I hope to catch their brillaint act again soon.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Black Aces.

And so, with midnight turning Saturday into Sunday, I said goodbye to my dear rock music HRH friends and headed back to my caravan for the last time this year.

Another superb event, with great music and great people.  I think I will be back.