Sunday, 30 July 2017

August 2017

Summer is well and truly here, bringing those specific signs of the season that we all know.  Bumblebees bumbling and buzzing in warm gardens, the heady perfume of flowers in full bloom and the fresh scent of cut grass, scorching blasts of sunshine for ten minutes until the next rain shower so you never know quite what to wear, the drilling as council roadwork plans hit their stride taking advantage  of the 'quieter' school-free mornings, jammed motorways full of overheated and agitated travellers heading for the airports, the Lake District or Cornwall...

So, a blessing and a curse.  With that in mind I thought I'd offer some summer cheer of my own.  Just for August, I am now offering £10-off all incall bookings.  Hopefully it is enough to brighten your day and add a little more sunshine in your month.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - August 2017.
 You don't need a special code to whip that £10 note from my panties (or indeed whip off my panties) - just give me call, make an appointment and let me soothe the summer stresses away.  I can't guarantee you aren't going to get hot and bothered during your visit, though....

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Zara DuRose - Seven Seas Of Pleasure

It was party-time last weekend, as the fabulous Zara DuRose carnival of debauchery hit Manchester once again - and once again back at Cirque.

Therefore, I was suitably suited (a vintage-inspired Jane Fonda bodysuit from Honey Birdette, and one of my ahem, working uniforms) and booted (my Guess high-heeled over-knee boots).  Oh, and a Pussy collar to add some saucy sparkle.

As usual, I made sure I was at the venue doors at opening time - which meant 8.00pm.  Once inside the club, a plethora of under-sea decorations turned the club interior into a ocean of delight.  I immediately bumped into a few old friends from the Cirque team and, of course, the gorgeous Zara herself.  There was time for some quick snapshots, too, before the night really got going...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - @ Zara DuRose's fetish party.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - @ Zara DuRose's fetish party.
As usual, the club was nicely full of lovely people by 9.00pm, many who had travelled from different areas of the UK to be at the event.  I chatted to a lovely couple from north of Edinburgh (the lady of the pair a divine petite, raven-haired beauty in a tiny latex top and figure-hugging skirt that quickly caught my eye as she shimmied on the busy dance floor in her high heels), and also knew friends that had made their way from Brighton - such is the draw of Zara's events.

The evening progressed at a relaxed 'steady-as-she-goes' pace slowly gathering momentum like an ocean liner hitting its cruising speed.  I made sure to introduce myself to a few gorgeous ladies that passed in my vicinity, sending out little sexual semaphore signals that would be interpreted as permission to come aboard.  I hoped that my little trawling would pay some dividends later on with a full catch.

I wandered between the three main floors, finding myself at one point in the downstairs playroom.  On a leather seat a pretty blond girl was reclined, whilst, knelt between her spread legs, a stunning redheaded girl licked and fingered her pussy.  I was engrossed with the sexy scene, and soon the two girls swapped places, and it was the redhead's turn to open her thighs and display her wet cunt to a small watching audience.

The blond now took her pleasure in playing with the redhead, finger-fucking her delightful shaved pussy and licking her slippery vulva. The sexy little scene ended when the redhead enjoyed her own orgasm, her petite body writhing in pleasure.  "Hmmm," I thought, "I wouldn't mind getting her on my hook and line later in the evening..."

More friends arrived, and I found myself chatting to the legendary Rubber Ron, organiser of the famous Submission fetish parties of the 1990s, and still the source of many of my greatest fetish nights out.

A bit later on I found myself in the main room on the ground floor.  A small crowd watched as a gorgeous latex-clad girl, J, managed to get a gentleman laid down on the floor and sat on him - although friends, it was his punishment for him slapping her arse all night.  As I knew them both very well (and quite fancied getting a bit more intimate with her), I soon joined them on the floor - taking my seat on the back of the prone gent.

It didn't take much encouragement for J and I to start kissing, our tongues dancing together in excitement, and I ran my fingers over the thin skin-tight latex that hugged her slim body.  I felt her nipples harden under my caresses, and she returned the favour by sliding her hands into the lace-top of my bodysuit and stroked my breasts.  We moved closer together, still using the clearly very happy gentleman as a makeshift chaise-lounge, and she spread her shapely thighs.  I wasted no time in exploring the pirates treasure of pearls that snuggled between her thighs.

It was at that point that our human loveseat hit more stormy waters, as he suddenly moved.  As slight as it was, it was still enough to tumble us from our perch on his back onto the floor.  Our love-making, which at that point had remained largely hidden from view of the watching crowd (even if they had a clear idea of what we were doing), was cast wide open.  My tits were clearly on show, and my fingers were still exploring the undersea caverns of J.  I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder - it was one of the security guards.  "You can't do that here at this time of night," he said, ""the Council can arrive any minute and then we'll be in trouble."  Fuck.  We clambered off the rather squashed gent and I was a little confused - I'd played many times at these parties and never been stopped before.  Oh well.  Even Zara herself was rather surprised at the stop of play, as in the past her events have been renown for the abundance of sexy playing.

J and I headed upstairs to where the VIP section was.  We could continue our fun there.  We found the VIP area fairly quiet, and resumed our carnal conquest on one of the black padded seats.  I pushed J onto her back, and the maiden immediately pulled up her skirt and opened her legs to allow me to board her body.  We kissed again, and again I ran my fingers down her body, slipping my hand between her thighs once more.

Another hand touched my shoulder - it was another one of the security team, telling us the same thing as the chap downstairs.  VIP clearly meant Vaginal Intercourse Prohibited tonight.  I later found out by the owner of Cirque that a 'well-meaning' member of the public (or someone with an agenda) had telephoned the council to complain about lewd behaviour in the club, prompting the council to threaten a spot-check. 


Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - @ Zara DuRose's fetish party.
3.00am finally arrived - and official closing time for the night's entertainment.  Luckily, though, I had tickets for the private after-party, and it seemed that now the rules could be properly relaxed.  Those with tickets to continue the night's fun headed upstairs.  Back in the upstairs bar I managed to get chatting to the petite redheaded girl that had provided some saucy entertainment with her female lover in the dungeon earlier.  We chatted a little about her tattoos, but then she opened her thighs a little to show me some quite heavy bruising at the very top of the inside of her thigh - a reminder of her earlier lovemaking.  It looked very painful - and she assured me it was, and that it wasn't a particularly welcome memento of her earlier tryst.

I took the moment to comment on her pretty sea-green underwear - the small lace and silk bra just gently cupping her small but sexy breasts, silk panties and a lace and silk suspender belt - even though she was now only wearing one stocking, the other having been discarded at some point in the evening.  I brushed my hand over the soft silk of her panties, feeling the luxurious material that covered her modesty.  She gave me an encouraging smile, and I knelt down before her, gently spread her thighs and softly kissed the bruised top of her thigh.  " Do you mind me kissing this better?" I asked.  "Not at all," she sighed in reply, but I was aware the busy bar wasn't the most conducive place to carry on.

I took her hand and led her out into the corridor.  Just next to the bar door there were a couple of carpeted steps leading to the next (but closed) floor above.  I sat her down on the steps, removed her panties and spread her legs again.  I gently stroked her delicate pussy as I knelt before her, using my long fingers to open the silken lips of her cunt, revealing the treasures beneath.  I lowered my head and licked her opened flower, tasting her delights dancing on my tongue.  I began to slide my fingers in and out of her slick pussy, nibbling and licking the hard pearl of her clitoris.  My administrations were now causing her toned body to tense up, and I could feel her strong muscles clasping at my fingers as they massaged the soft channel of her cunt.  I felt, rather than heard, the tidal surge of her orgasm, her grip tightening suddenly on my slender fingers.  As her waves of pleasure receded, I became aware of a small watching crowd - I hadn't even realised we had an audience as I was so engrossed in my playing.

We headed back to the bar, where I bumped in Lucia Love, who would be doing a show of her own a little later.  We ended up having a long talk, and I even offered to help her out with act should she wish.  Sadly, I didn't get chance.

Instead I got chatting to a gorgeous and very fit brunette girl, topless but with skin-tight fish-scale patterned hotpants and high heels.  We'd chatted earlier in the evening, so I knew she was a pole-dancer from a club in York.  She was clearly very keen on taking her place on the 'naughty step' outside the bar door.  I led her through the crowd and she took her place on the step, spreading her strong thighs.  We kissed hungrily, swapping saliva as our lips caressed.  I peeled down her lycra shorts, and once more buried my head in a girl's cunt.  I lapped at her, and my fingers once again slipped inside a warm and deliciously-tight cunt.  I finger-fucked her, taking turns in kissing her lips and drinking her juices as I played with her.  We fucked, alone this time as Lucia was doing her own performance that kept much of the after-party crowd in the bar.  I didn't mind that I'd missed her sexy show too much - having my fingers and tongue embedded in the cunt of a very sexy pole-dancer from York was a more than sufficient substitute.

Eventually, all good things must pass, and the night finally ended around 6.00am.  I walked outside to be confronted with early morning sunshine.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - home time, @ Zara DuRose's fetish party.
Yes, ten hours after walking into the club as the evening sun lowered in the summer sky I was leaving as new sun rose.  Another amazing and sexy party from Zara and her team, which, despite the best efforts of those unknown people who tried to get it curtailed, was yet another colossal success.

Sunday, 2 July 2017

Bicester Heritage - Flywheel Festival 2017

At the moment, due to being a bit busy, I'm running a week behind with my posts.  I blame my recent bout of heat-stroke, as it wiped me out for a day or two, so I'm hoping to finally catch up with events on this post.

But of course, we still have to start with last weekend.  Thanks to an invitation to join vintage-inspired friends, I enjoyed my first visit to the Bicester Flywheel Festival.  Still a relatively new event (only in its fifth year, I think) it has been on my vintage-things-to-do for a little while - these days I find myself preferring my vintage events to be centred around something specific rather than just wandering around a busy town - a la the Haworth's 1940's weekend.  I certainly like a bit of high-octane fuel to rev me up and get me going - I'm a simple old hot-rod girl at heart, I think

We were rewarded with a trouble-free and largely congestion-free drive, which meant an arrival before the gates opened at 9.00am at the Bicester Heritage site - itself a remarkably well-preserved snapshot of buildings from the 1920s, 30, and 40s.  It looked fabulous, even in the low cloud.  I'd pondered over my vintage outfit for some time for this event, and although there was promise of some very hot sun later in the day, I knew it would be colder start to the day.  In the end I left my stockings and vintage dresses in the wardrobe and donned a 1930s-style top paired with flowing trousers instead.  On climbing from the car I wondered if it was a wise choice - there was a whipping and very cool wind that blew unhindered around the flat countryside, particularly across the old airfield site, finding unique ways to slice up my trouser legs, right into the gusset of my little panties.

Just before 9.00am the gates opened, and a good-sized crowd flowed through the turnstiles.  Overhead, World War 1 bi-planes were already coming in to land on the short grass landing strip, and I was looking forward to them taking to the skies en masse later in the day.  Inside the main gate a wonderful display of vintage and sports cars were already lined up, chrome glowing the early light, and a lovely large organ - that is a mechanical musical organ, and those at the back stop sniggering - welcomed us into the festival.

I spotted a large marquee of stalls and wandered in - OK, I don't really need a reason to look at vintage clothes, but it did get me out of that strong wind for a while.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival, Bicester 2017.
I had a good look around the assembled stalls, finding a fantastic milliner, from whom I ordered a lovely vintage-styled hat.  With a warming cup of tea in hand I wandered over to have a quick look at the cars - the display would eventually double in size, but some of the cars had already caught my eye.  A stunning Jaguar, its feline curves moulding the morning light around it, looked stunning and graceful, and managed to look huge next to the tiny silver Ginetta parked next to it.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Jaguar, Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Jaguar, Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Ginetta, Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
It was hard to decide which one I preferred - I would have loved to have been taken for ride in either of them... not that the miniscule Ginetta would have left much room for, er, the other kind of riding....  I've never really enjoyed too many in-car athletic sex sessions - well, not since being disturbed a few years ago.  I was being driven home by an ex-boyfriend after a late night out, and we stopped at a little lay-by at the side of the road to indulge in some sexual shenanigans.  I was in the front passenger seat, leaning over the lap of my beau, taking his throbbing piston into my mouth while he slipped his fingers into my hot-oiled flange, and we were fully into the qualifying lap when a gentle tapping on the window interrupted us.  It was a somewhat amused policeman who suggested, in a very gentlemanly way, that we take our passions home.  At least we weren't travelling in that Ginetta - I'd have had to have been bent over the bonnet instead, and my immodesty would have been rather more exposed...

Anyway, (sorry for digressing), at least the sun was finally breaking through the low cloud - and that would no doubt help the air displays later on.  I rejoined the rest of the group to look around the remainder of the stalls and at the assembled cars that would take to the small track later on.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
Although the event didn't feature car races, a few did take to a figure-of-eight track, and as they warmed up the sounds and smells were wonderful - as the commentator said, there's nothing like the smell of gasoline and oil first thing in the morning!

We stayed to watch a few set off from the start line in a roar of mechanical rage, thin tyres squealing as they struggled for grip.  Nowhere near as quick as modern machinery, but I know what I'd rather watch - well, I'd prefer the cars to be driven by gorgeous ladies in lingerie and high heels, but I suppose you can't have it all.  I strolled past the track area and down onto the grassed airfield section where the planes waited patiently for their turn in the sun.

A truly stunning Douglas DC3 (as I was told) took centre stage - an iconic aircraft that first appeared in the 1930s and many are still operational in various countries around the world.  Remarkable - and wearing its age better than Dorian Grey.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Douglas DC3, Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Douglas DC3, Flywheel Festival 2017.
With the rest of the group catching me up, we watched some of the old motorcycles take to the track in front of the DC3.  They certainly looked a handful, despite their relatively low speeds.  The fabulous and original conning tower made a superb vintage backdrop as the motorcycles leaned around the tight corners.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
Action of another kind was now also happening - some of the vintage planes were now taking to the skies, clearly battling the high wind that was blowing above ground level.  At least the clouds had largely cleared, and I was thankful that I'd left my stockings and suspenders at home as the sun now baked the airfield.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
I've been lucky enough, in my visits to various vintage events, to have seen many planes - I still recall the first time I saw the Battle Of Britain Memorial Flight at Goodwood Revival many years ago - the beautiful Spitfire and Hurricane flying alongside the ground-shaking Lancaster bomber, and the Vulcan that set off car alarms at Cholmondely Castle a few years later, but these little planes were quite something else.  Wonderfully slow, low-flying and easy to see, they looked divine against the painted sky.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
There were more cars and military vehicles to wander around near the airstrip area, and again the lack of huge crowds meant you could get close up to the wonderful machinery.


Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
Nearby, back on the track, more vintage cars sped around the tarmac, a steam-powered car puffing around rather precariously, and later vintage models blasting around with a bit more speed, noise and drama.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
The skies were suddenly full of another noise, as a screaming Spitfire and Messerschmitt BF109 roared past.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Spitfire and Messerschmitt, Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Spitfire and Messerschmitt, Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Spitfire and Messerschmitt, Flywheel Festival 2017.
Bitter enemies in their day, but thankfully somewhat friendlier now and wonderful to behold as they ripped through the skies, caressing the clouds before landing at the airfield - they, too, would fly again later in the day.

More cars took to the track, and it was lovely to watch them in action - more noise, more entertainment, more thrills.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
It was time for lunch.  I'd had the foresight to pack a substantial picnic hamper and we headed back to the car to dig out a blanket and sit down in the hot sun to enjoy the food and drink, surrounded by the lovely sports cars from yesteryear.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
Afterwards, while the gentlemen in the group drank bottles of beer and talked enthusiastically about carburettors in the same my girlfriends and I talk about shoes, I had another wander around the now-increased car display.  A blue Ferrari Dino (one of the few Ferraris that I actually like) caught my eye - pretty and delicately-styled, it still looked small in proportion to today's huge cars.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Dino, Flywheel Festival 2017.
Back over in the 'pit' area more cars were lining up to take to the track again.  Screaming race engines were given a last minute tune-up, the low-down rumble as a V8-powered Ford Mustang trundled past, the mixed scents of oil, leather and hot engines mingling in a heady cocktail - wonderful.  Like the scent of a pair of sexy lady's worn panties, it's sadly something that no-one has turned into a perfume.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
We made sure we had a good spot for the day's main event, though - no less than nine vintage WWI planes in a mock dogfight over the small aerodrome.  It was spectacular to see, as they weaved through the wind in a ballet-like display.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
One by one they gathered in the bright sky, before flying in very close formation.  As they approached the airfield on one flypast they suddenly split formation, reforming in small aerial battle re-enactments just above the watching crowd.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Flywheel Festival 2017.
It was a pretty fantastic display, and a suitably wonderful ending to the day's entertainment.  Bicester Heritage's Flywheel Festival may not be the biggest of its kind, but it is certainly quite unique and superb.