Tuesday, 16 July 2019

Hotel Whoredom

When I started my life as an escort I had to work out of hotel rooms initially - they offered a degree of safety without the expense and trouble of finding an apartment of my own.  Eventually, once I'd decided that I actually did love my 'new life' I moved away from the hotels and into my own place.   Having a permanent place to work from means I'm much more in control of my own work - there were lots of times that I'd book a hotel room for the day and find my gentlemen unable to fulfil their appointments - potentially leaving me out of pocket for the cost of the room.  Not only that, on busy days it was quite awkward asking reception for six extra towels when I was supposedly in the room by myself for just one night!

However, there was always something terribly sexy about working from a hotel room.  Perhaps it's the anonymity, the unknown surroundings, a new bed to be filled with new lovers...  Sometimes I miss those steamy days and hotter nights, and I rarely see hotel rooms now in a professional capacity as I don't offer outcalls...

..except on rare occasions.  And bizarrely, for the past two weekends, long-standing and lovely lovers have requested such a service, and for those gentlemen I will pack my bags with sexy playthings and outfits and slip into the delights of hotel whoredom once again.

Firstly, I headed north to the fabulous city of Glasgow.  Just three and a half hours after leaving Manchester I was unpacking my case, having a quick drink in the gorgeous bar of the four-star hotel, then heading back to the room to dress for some debauched afternoon delights - that meant a black latex catsuit and high heels.  Looking to have a bit of a tied-and-teased BDSM session, I tied some nylon stockings to the bed as improvised restraints and laid out a few whips. 

My gentleman turned up, and I had a fantastic two hours of playing and fucking - even though I realised after an hour of strenuous sex-play that latex catsuits aren't great for such energetic sessions.  I was drenched in sweat, my lover was drenched in sweat, the bed was drenched in sweat - I'd even dripped sweat over the carpet and onto the walls... Dexi-drips were indeed pretty much everywhere.  I had to call time and have a half-time shower before resuming the sucking and fucking.

More than a few orgasms later, my lustful lover left and I cleaned up again before heading to a bar for some energy-replenishing food and drinks.  The evening meal was as lovely as the rest of the visit, and just after finishing my phone rang.  It was a dear friend who is very much into the BDSM scene.  We were chatting away and I found out he was heading over to New York for a debauched night of his own - a dinner with a few Mistresses where he would be one of the serving slaves.  There would be plenty of BDSM play, including some watersports.  That could pose a problem, it seemed, as he had to drive upstate early the next morning for a business appointment.  We were chatting away about the potential dangers of Mistresses drinking lots of strong cocktails and wine, then pissing into the open mouths of the slaves.  "It's a tricky one, " I said, raising my voice as the line was bad, "you might have to be careful how much piss you can drink.  Is it worth checking on Google - not sure what you'd put in, though... maybe see how much alcohol is in pee, and you may have to tell the ladies that if you're drinking their piss then there may be limit a to how much you can drink.  Unless you get the piss-drinking bit done early in the evening.  It would certainly be an awkward one to explain to the police if you got stopped...I mean, what could you say?  'Sorry, officer, I've only been drinking piss recently...!'"

It was one of those moments when, during a conversation, your eyes drift around the immediate area - and I saw the table next to me, with two older couples all sat staring at me.  Four open mouths, eight wide-open eyes...   If one of the old chaps was wearing a monocle it would have fallen out, in classic Terry Thomas comedy style.

Luckily, that old British reserve kicked in and they quickly resumed their dinner, albeit with a few glances my way.  I finished my telephone call and sat pondering on the strange life I lead, before heading back to my hotel room for a well-earned sleep.  The next day I took a slight detour on the way home via Loch Leven to visit the Bumblebee Sanctuary at the RSPB Reserve and see some little (and some not so little) fuzzy balls of fun...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - resident at the Bumblebee Sanctuary, Loch Leven.
...before heading home.  At which point I suddenly remembered those nylon stockings that I tied to the bed and completely forgotten to remove before leaving the room.  "Oh well," I thought, "they've probably seen worse..."

Which brings me to this last weekend.  This time I was heading in the opposite direction from Glasgow - all the way to Farnborough, Hampshire, for another afternoon tryst.  After an early start I got to the hotel at lunchtime.  Now, I've seen a few hotels in my time, and although I'm not the best-travelled lady in the world I've had the pleasure of staying in some remarkable establishments - the Hotel Palazzo Barbagio in Venice for one, but the hotel in Farnborough was astonishing in its own way.  Art Deco styled and furnished (my favourite era), stunningly decorated with mementos of old film stars and old aviation-themed photos and ornaments.  The bedroom was equally as fabulous, and I think I may have squealed in delight when I saw the expensive REN toiletries lined up in the bathroom.  "Oooh," I thought, picking them up and putting them in my case like a million other tourists in hotel room around the world, "I'll have those."

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - bedroom, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - reception area, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - bar, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - bar, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - stairwell, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
The rear of the hotel overlooked Farnborough airfield, busy with private jets landing or taking off every ten minutes or so.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - airport view, art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Come Fly With Me... art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
This time I chose vintage lingerie, nylon stockings, sheer gloves and high heels for my afternoon fun - a good choice, as the waiter at Rules in London would say, it "suits the room".

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
As this was going to be a rather more straight-forward session I made sure to pack a large dildo and vibrator - I knew my visitor had a passion for watching me pleasuring myself whilst he enjoys a glass of wine... before joining me on the bed.

A gentle tap on the door, and two hours later of fucking, sucking, licking, some light spanking, lots of exhibitionism and voyeurism and it was time for my amorous aviator to depart.  I cleaned up, washing my vibrator and large dildo and leaving them to dry.  I dressed and headed off for the bar and restaurant, deciding to enjoy the hotel facilities whilst I was there.

After a few cocktails, lots of chatting to the fantastic and attentive staff, and a lovely meal I headed back to the hotel room.  I knew immediately something wasn't right when I opened the door to the bedroom.  The tea and coffee was replenished.  The bed covers artfully turned down... those same bed covers that had my spunk-stained stockings, girdle, and gloves strewn across them... as well as an Agent Provocateur riding crop laid close by.

Oh dear.  I walked warily to the bathroom.  The toiletries had been replenished, too... carefully, professionally lined up... directly behind the dildo that I'd stuck to the wall to dry after washing it.


Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - art-deco hotel, Farnborough.
Hmmm... I felt slightly more embarrassed than I did about the nylon stockings tied to the bed in Glasgow - particularly as I still had to have breakfast the following morning.  I could almost see it now... "Hungry this morning, madam? Need something to fill you up?  How about a full English breakfast... or perhaps just a very big cock instead with a vibrator on the side?"

Breakfast passed without a hitch or any mention of cock, of course - the hotel staff were far too professional for such comments, but I wouldn't be surprised if a photo or two is circulating on social media as I type.

Like my visit to Glasgow, I made a bit of a detour on the way home - this time via the stunning gardens at RHS Wisley.
 
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - RHS Wisley.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - resident robin, RHS Wisley.
I spent a fair few hours wandering the idyllic gardens before the crowds arrived en masse just after lunch, and decided it was time to head back north.

 I travelled back with thoughts of beautiful flowers, but it was the hotel that I was most enamoured with - certainly a place I'd love to return to.  Only perhaps next time I'd be aware of those attentive staff that turn the beds down...

Sunday, 30 June 2019

Club X, Manchester

Manchester has been a hotbed of new ideas and challenges to the establishment for many years.  The industrial revolution stated in the mills around the city, it was the first city to adopt a telephone system from the GPO (later British Telecom), the first ever Vegetarian Society started it's own food-based revolution in 1847...the list goes on. 

Currently as a city the population stands at nearly 550 thousand, but once the immediate surrounding towns are brought into the equation it leaps up to somewhere in the region of 2.5 million.  That is a pretty big catchment area, and for any business or idea it must surely mean that there must be a hope of finding new eager customers somewhere amongst those two and a half million people.  And yet...

... there are currently no Michelín-starred restaurants in the city.  Yes, the thriving metropolis does not have the honour of hosting such an establishment and has coldly turned its back on those Michelín chefs who have tried.  There are plenty of such eateries in the north-west (including nearby neighbours Liverpool), but not Manchester.  It seems the majority of the Manchester folk are simply not interested in such food or fripperies. 

A world away, but in an oddly familiar pattern, the city has not hosted a big alternative lifestyle event for several years.  A look into the past would show that the explosion of the fetish/club scene in the early 1990s didn't really hit Manchester.  London boasted numerous clubs, with the likes of Submission drawing a few thousand people through its doors every six weeks.  There was also Torture Garden, The Gate, Night Of The Senses and The Sex Maniacs Ball, Pleasurezone... an endless list of events that catered for those seeking new thrills.  Birmingham hosted a few nights of their own, and further north the smaller cities like Hull, Bradford, Leeds and Liverpool all got in on the act with clubs in each city.  Manchester did, too... with one club.  Club Lash, run back then by Rosie Lugosi, was a great club, taking its well-earned place in the darkside of the nightclub scene which would see people travelling all over the country in order to slip into some latex or leather before venturing out into the night.

Like the Michelín restaurants, Manchester seems to have an issue with the fetish scene.  It has had a good go - back in the late 00's we had Dystopia, while more recently the now-defunct club Cirque (which hosted a few different fetish events) had a try, (successfully for a time, too), and I loved going.  And of course we can't forget the big Sexhibition events, although those weren't really clubs as such.

Therefore, it was quite exciting to hear that a new club would be opening its doors in June.  Club X would perhaps be the latest club to try and make a success of bringing some BDSM-inspired fetish fun back to Manchester.  Not only that, there would be a fetish fair the following day.  I had to go and take a look, and hope that enough others were tempted to dust down their fetish attire and support the new venture.

First problem is, would you believe, parking.  The club is right in centre of the city, just off St.Anne's Square.  That means there is little in the way of nearby parking, which means a potentially uneasy walk through the city centre on Saturday night - not that it's a problem (usually), but add some fetish clothing and it becomes a different matter for those who don't want to get changed at the club.  I chose to wear a latex jacket and leggings suit made specially for me by Cathouse Clothing - it would at least be incongruous if I had to walk through some busy streets on my way to the club.  I was also slightly worried about the rather relaxed dress-code that the club had - once you start to include 'black trousers and shirt' as a minimum, you can start to entice the wrong people into your club.  Once the wrong people come in, it can make ladies (especially if barely-dressed in lingerie or skimpy latex) feel intimidated, and if those ladies stop going... well, you soon have no club.

Nevertheless, I made sure I arrived quite early in the hope of making the most of the night. Through the doors, and down some suitably-distressed and run-down stairs...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Club X, Manchester.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Club X, Manchester.

 ...and I was in the club itself.  Being a dark, brick-work cellar was definitely a bonus, adding to the subterranean dark atmosphere.  So far so good.  A few tables were already busy, but I managed to grab a drink (a good selection, bonus point again) and find a spare table and chairs - important as friends from London would be joining me later.

Slowly... and I mean slowly... the club got busier.  There were a few 'street clothes' in attendance (although the tickets stated no street clothes, I'm afraid to me anything not fetish-inspred is street-wear), but at least there was no poor etiquette displayed that I saw.  The music was good, too, if a little disjointed (swaying quite bizarrely from 1980s New Wave classics, then some modern club/dance track, then some 1970s Bowie...).  It was a bit like someone had plugged their iPod on and hit 'Random'.  For a small scene and one I've been into for some 25 years, there weren't any faces I knew.

At least things got a little more interesting once friends turned up, and we managed to make use of some of the play equipment and the heavy canes and whips that one of the gentlemen, C, had brought along.  A shame, though, that some of the play had to be stopped due to being 'a bit extreme'.

One of the problems for me is that sometimes it's hard not to compare these small nights with other things I've done over the years.  Club X certainly couldn't ever really hope to match the extravagance or decadence of the Hamburg clubs, nor the end-of-the-world-let's-party feel of the Berlin clubs, but some things were perhaps against it.  Its closeness to the city centre meant it had a discrete visit from Manchester Council to make sure it was complying with requirements, which meant that, playwise, nothing remotely pushing boundaries was allowed - sexual or BDSM-wise.  It was a good night, but without close friends to play with and spend time with it could have been a bit flat.  I'd certainly look at the music policy and dress-code policy if it was my club, though - the music can help with overall mood of the night, and as I said earlier, the dress-code could do with being a little more refined.  I know club-organisers have one eye on getting people (money) through the door, but it can be short-sighted to welcome all and sundry at the risk of losing the scene's real adherents... and those are the ones that will feed a club for years, if it is good.

The following day I headed back to the city centre - this time Castlefield for the fetish fair.  Intending to only spend on hour at the venue, I actually went home after six hours and many, many cocktails.  It was a great event, with stalls selling lots of quality goods - well worth a visit the next time it comes to the city.  I would have liked to have seen a few more clothing stalls amongst the BDSM stalls, but I couldn't dispute the quality, range and craftsmanship on display.  It was a friendly crowd, too, so any new explorers in the BDSM scene were made welcome and informed.  Not only that, but the venue, Revolution, offered some good food upstairs, too, which helped soaking up some of those cocktails I'd consumed.  Whilst walking around I did notice a little massage chair, with a lovely young lady offering neck/shoulder massages for a small fee.  Having had a bit of pain in my neck for a few days, I though I'd take advantage of the offer.  I asked a few questions about the lady's very expensive chair, and she answered my queries then asked one of her own - "Are you in the massage business?"  "Only when it involved happy endings," I replied sitting down in the chair.  I didn't see her face, but my waiting friends told me she looked a little shocked.  I think the cocktails may have loosened my tongue a little...

It was definitely a great end to the weekend.  One to be repeated?  Well, we'll see...

Sunday, 2 June 2019

Ibiza Rocks... Part Two

The weekend was sort of the mid-week point of my holiday... and it felt like it.  Three days of serious partying was beginning to take its toll, and I woke on Saturday morning feeling.. a bit tired.  I carried out my usual routine in heading off to San Antonio's marina for a healthy brunch at The Skinny Kitchen before heading back to join friends at the hotel pool.

One thing I did notice about the Saturday morning was the slight change in SanAn's clientele.  Yes, the usual type of holiday-maker were always there (shirtless, usually a nice lobster red, drunk and shouty) but there suddenly seemed to be quite a few more loitering around SanAn's west end.  It was nice to hear the distant sounds of rock music as I approached the hotel - the rock crowd at the hotel was now becoming a little oasis.

Of all the days in SanAn, Saturday was, strangely, the quietest.  I remained at the poolside for the remainder of the day, only leaving to get a takeaway salad to eat on my hotel balcony.  At 7.00pm I went for a lie down on my bed and woke up... on Sunday morning.

Which was probably a good thing, as a bunch of us had decided to head into Ibiza town itself as a medieval fayre was being held there.  The last time I'd been in Ibiza town was back in the 1990s, when Club Submission was running events in the town.  It was a memorable week - I had booked a small apartment above a sex-shop for the week, and the days were full of lounging on yachts in the marina and the hedonistic nights full of dance clubs, champagne and sex.  This would be a very different visit...

The bus ride to the main town on the island was pretty quick - less than an hour, and Ibiza town was lovely in the early morning.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza town.
 It was certainly different to SanAn.  Old streets nestled between the marina and castle, serene and beautiful.  Our stroll took us down past the marina itself and past the only monument to piracy in the world.  The views across the bay were lovely, helped by the lovely old sailing ships and odd sight of a pirate galleon nudging the marina wall.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - marina, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - marina, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - marina, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - marina, Ibiza town.
Looking out at the magnificent view were a lovely line of old buildings, cafés and apartments, and I couldn't help but feel a bit of envy at the owners - what a lovely place to live.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - marina, Ibiza town.
 We turned away from the marina and headed for the castle where the fayre was being held, walking past what can only be described as a 'gay pirate' shop.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Pirate shop, Ibiza town.
 Imagine Johnny Depp's Captain Jack Sparrow, rolled in glue and glitter... that seemed to be the designer's idea, anyway, and it was utterly OTT fabulous.  Perhaps not a look for a cold grim  Manchester February, but fabulous nevertheless.

As we approached the main entrance to the steep old town streets, market stalls began to appear.  Old ladies hand-making lace, old gentlemen weaving straw... forgotten arts from a lost time.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
 We finally reached the ramp to the main entrance. It looked innocuous at first, but as I took the first steps up it I realised it was going to be a tough walk - centuries of people walking over them had turned them to a smooth, slippery-as-ice finish... and I was in my high-heeled sandals.  Thank heavens it wasn't raining.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza old town.
Inside the old town entrance, it was a bit cooler in the narrow, shaded streets.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
The old town was stunning and peaceful - but I would be glad of our early start, as later in the day it became massively crowded.  It was a blessing to see it in relative tranquillity.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza old town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza old town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza old town.
Pretty soon we hit the first of the main market stalls.  All the stallholders had bought into the spirit and theme, dressed in medieval-style clothing to create an amazing atmosphere.  The bargaining buzz of the market traders was even drowned out at one point by a couple of goose-herders and their noisy, funny flock.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
I was quite bewitched with the experience - yes, touristy, but superbly done and the smells and sounds were amazing.  At one point drum beats and trumpets roused the air, and a medieval band marched past, adding further flavour to an intoxicating dish.  Then, more blaring and squawks - the geese were back, leaving behind them a trail of slippery goose poo and laughing, smiling faces.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
I did treat myself to one thing - a beautiful leather necklace.  In fact, a few of us bought items from the cheerful Spanish stallholder, and he certainly seemed happy with our visit.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - necklace, medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
We continued the walk up through the market, busy narrow streets were eased by small plazas where the congestion lessened.  Also, as we climbed higher the crowds began to thin out slightly... but the old smooth cobbles still made it an obstruction course at times.  Colours still abounded, though, whether in bright flags and bunting, cloth, food and even beautiful Moorish pottery.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
As the crowds lessened, the beauty of the old town revealed its eternal elegance again.  No wonder they call it the white isle.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza old town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza old town.
Finally, we reached the castle and top of the hill, and were rewarded with stunning vistas from the high castle walls.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Ibiza town.
 We began the long walk down, and I took care to tread with caution.  In my high-heeled sandals it was certainly tricky - and I saw one man fall over whilst wearing trainers, and another poor woman who had clearly fallen and had blood coming from her nose.

Halfway down we met another procession, this one quite beguiling and strangely sensual.  The members wore strange, Venetian-style masks, giving an other-worldly aura.  It made me think of ancient sexual rites in old cellars and hidden forest clearings, women pleasured by a throng a masked faceless strangers, a time when we imagined the gods had given us pleasures to celebrate rather than to guilt and shame us...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
I will admit to feeling some relief as we reached the bottom of the hill and its slippery streets, but remained still overwhelmed by the gorgeous colours and sights.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - medieval fayre, Ibiza town.
Outside of the old town once more, we stopped for refreshing cocktails (for the ladies) and beer (for the gents) in a lovely old bar.  The street nearby wasn't one that I thought suitable for my trade, though...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - street of the virgin, Ibiza town.
Afterwards we headed back to SanAn by the bus, all enthusing about the fabulous day out.

Once back in SanAn I refreshed and made a fairly quick outfit change before heading out once again - this time back to Ibiza Rocks bar for the evening 'Unplugged' sessions.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - heading for 'Unplugged' at Ibiza Rocks.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - pussy-selfie.
First band on were Witch Tripper...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - 'Unplugged', Ibiza Rocks bar.
...who got the crowd into the mood.

Dig Lazarus were next on, and continued the chilled-out rock vibe...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - 'Unplugged', Ibiza Rocks bar.
...before the arrival of the third band - Red Rum.

"Hmm," I thought, as a rather out of shape but jolly chap hit the stage with his band, "these look... interesting."
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - 'Unplugged', Ibiza Rocks bar.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - 'Unplugged', Ibiza Rocks bar.
Red Rum got their set to perfection.  A couple of their own songs, but they then switched into something different.  Disney songs ('I Wanna Be Like You' from The Jungle Book, 'Under The Sea' from The Little Mermaid, etc.) done in hilarious sea-shanty, rock, sing-a-long style.  It was genius, utterly brilliant and even outside the open windows of the Ibiza Rocks bar non-rockers stopped to listen in amazement.

Revival Black had the problem of following such an act, but they did some great cover-versions of rock classics to keep the night going - brilliant, too.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - 'Unplugged', Ibiza Rocks bar.
Afterwards, it was a return to the Ground Zero bar for another long night of more rock classics via a DJ, and it was 4.00am when I finally fell into bed.

The bright Monday morning sun roused me from my slumber again, and I stepped into my little denim playsuit for my morning walk for brunch.  Once again, more crowds of 'normal' SanAn visitors, and my outfit seemed to cause some interest as I strolled through the mid-morning streets.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - San Antonio, Ibiza.
Once again routine demanded a return to the hotel pool afterwards, and the remainder of the day... again was spent lounging and resting... the previous nights partying was now asking for payment.  With the bands now finished, I debated about venturing out on the night, until a friend informed me that one of the group was having a 50th birthday celebration that night.

"OK," I said to myself, "I'll go out for just one drink to celebrate..."

When evening arrived I slipped into a very short and low-cut leather biker dress and headed off for my one drink at Ground Zero.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - one drink only... San Antonio, Ibiza.
As more friends arrived, more drinks arrived in my hands.  A few hours later and fired up by pink gin and Bon Jovi, etc., I was swinging myself around a dancers pole (and getting some friction burns on the inside of my thighs) and all thoughts of 'one drink' had gone.

In fact, by the time Ground Zero closed around 2.00am we were still partying, so moved on to the town's other rock bar - Ragnarok.

It all became a bit OTT here, and I ended up dancing on the bar.  I was eventually joined on the bar by other girls and even the bar staff, and was thoroughly enjoying myself.  I did, however, totally forget that my tiny dress pretty much exposed me to the onlookers and their camera phones... and forgot that I was wearing a tiny G-string thong that left... well, nothing to the imagination.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - San Antonio, Ibiza.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - San Antonio, Ibiza.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - San Antonio, Ibiza.
Some of the old rockers certainly looked a bit over-heated  and flustered when they checked their camera footage - it was probably a bit more of a bonus than they expected.

So, my one drink turned into another 4.00am finish... but a truly fantastic night to finish the holiday.

Tuesday, with most of the rock crowd now gone, was quiet, but I still made the trip to the marina for brunch...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - San Antonio, Ibiza.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - San Antonio, Ibiza.
...before heading back to the hotel pool for a last visit.  That evening was spent sadly packing my holiday things and finally having an early night to prepare for my dawn flight the following morning.

I've visited some tremendous places over the last few years, (Venice, Prague, Berlin, Hamburg...) but this was the first time that I'd properly relaxed, it felt, in a long time.  No rushing about, no sights to see... and if someone had told me before the holiday that I'd love sitting around a San Antonio hotel pool for a week I'd have laughed at them.  However, throw in some fantastic music and bands, a brilliant rock music community and some truly wild nights, and everything changes.