Monday, 23 September 2019

Another Walk On The Wild Side

Last weekend was one of those slightly odd and almost surreal couple of days that you sometimes have when you have one foot in the dark-side and one foot in normal life (what you deem 'normal' to be, of course).

Back in the 1990s there was a thriving fetish scene across the UK, and very much so in the north of England.  Clubs sprang up from Liverpool all the way along the length of the M62 to Hull, and you could have a decent night in any one of them.

Club Lash was Manchester's event, ran back then by the lovely Rosie Lugosi (now a famed author).  Over the years the kinky scene and clubs have declined to the point of non-existence - much lamented on my blog may times over.  It would be a brave person who would try and go against the grain now, but perhaps there is a stirring in the kinky loins of Manchester.

The first problem is one of the official 'council' acceptance.  The local councils (Manchester city, in this case) can apply pressure by threatening to look at a club's licence if they hold events that aren't deemed correct - in today's politically-sensitive world it seems that as long as you have a cause then you can push back.  Not so the consenting adults of the kinky world - despite there never being any issues or trouble at these events.  Indeed, the last Zara DuRose party at Cirque was interrupted by the council as a self-imposed morality police force.  It's not just Manchester, either.  I understand Westminster Council in London are as draconian with their own rules and regulations, which is a surprise - there are more wet cunts and dribbling pricks in Parliament at the moment than I've ever seen in porn movies and adult clubs put together.

The second problem is venues themselves.  The kinky crowd aren't well known for drinking bars dry of alcohol - inebriation never goes well with either BDSM play or serious fucking, and that, combined with council threats, means fetish clubs can struggle to find suitable venues.

The second problem was largely overcome by one particular Manchester venue - Vanitas.  The brave and visionary management team took a chance in deciding they wanted a fetish event at the spectacular club just yards away from the main Deansgate strip.  The person they chose to run it - the lovely Zara DuRose, of course.  The event would be titled The Forest Of Wonders.

The fetish event would take place alongside the normal opening of the club, but ZDR ticket holders would be allowed into the small but lavish dungeon/play room and the large upstairs bar.  It's always tricky deciding what to wear for these mixed events - I settled on my long see-through red sequined gown, with only a tiny thong to preserve some modesty down below.

There is a problem with Manchester city centre parking - the main car-parks demand (make that rob) around £20-£25 for four to six hours.  If you want longer than that you may as well book a hotel room with free parking - look at it as a free accommodation for the parking charges.

Secondly, there is the long walk to the club after leaving the car - not ideal if you are wearing something eye-catching.  I did have the foresight to wear a long leather coat over my transparent dress, but even so there were a few appreciative looks as the coat blew slightly open as I walked to Vanitas.

It was lovely to meet up with Zara, doing delightful hostess-duties on the door.  I had a quick look around the club whilst it was still quiet, and I have to say the expensive revamp that the club had undergone was magnificent.  Emblems of everlasting death celebrated transient life, with butterflies (life after death) and Mexican Day Of the Dead symbolism abounded.  It was decadent, sumptuous and gorgeous.

I settled in to the small and cosy playroom and waited for friends to arrive.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Zara DuRose, Vanitas, Manchester.
The club gradually filled, and it was good to see that the majority of attendees were for the ZDR event.  There were plenty of erotic-themed shows to keep the kinky and non-kinky entertained, and for a city that has oft turned its back on the exotic and erotic, it was a pretty busy night for a first run.

Without the offerings of a serious play/sex club, it was an ideal place for meeting like-minded souls, people-watching and just enjoying the sensual vibe of the night. As much as I'm a girl that is always up for some exhibitionistic fun, it was a great night, and I hope the ZDR and Vanitas teams can get together and put another one together - I'd certainly make a second visit.

After just a couple of hours sleep after The Forest Of Wonders I was up again for an early morning drive to the middle of Cheshire.  There was a good reason - one of the charities that I support (Cheshire Wildlife Trust) were holding a small mammal safari at their base near Malpas.

It was a cool and drizzling morning, and it certainly blew the cobwebs away.  After everyone had arrived we trooped out along nearby hedgerows, collecting pre-set traps and seeing what the Cheshire Wildlife team had caught.  It's an important part of understanding the health and diversity of the local fauna and the subsequent impacts on the food chain all the way up to the primary predators like owls and foxes.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Holly, probably NOT from Miami FLA...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Cheshire Wildlife Trust.
The first 'catch' was a slightly chilled-out field vole.  He looked quite happy and serene (the traps have bedding and plenty of food in them so the animals don't suffer - indeed, it's known that the same creatures revisit the traps night after night... it seems a B&B with free lodging is an ideal place to return to).  Once he was checked over he was let loose safely back into the thick hedgerow.

There were plenty of traps with nothing in them, and it was interesting that one whole section caught nothing - it was a section with very much 'modern' farming methods of cutting crops right up to the hedgerow itself.  Aside from the solitary vole, it was a bunch of wood mice that were caught - ten in all - in various traps.  The mice were a little more lively than the cool vole, though, eager to escape the bag in which they were deposited from the traps.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - mouse, Cheshire Wildlife Trust.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - another mouse, Cheshire Wildlife Trust.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - errr... a mouse, Cheshire Wildlife Trust.

It was a fantastic way to spend an Autumn morning, and I felt alive and refreshed despite the damp weather.  It was wonderful to see that the membership funds go towards a dedicated and brilliant team and the welfare of the beautiful countryside.

A fabulously 'wild' weekend in a Forest Of Wonders and Fields Of Wonder.






Sunday, 15 September 2019

Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.

So, September has arrived, and Summer is fading as Autumn begins weaving it's golden tapestry on the leaves and flowers.  Certainly my visit to the Lavender Gardens recently made me realise that a change in seasons was coming.  Not that there's been much of the summer to remember.

I decided to mark the passing of time with a foray into yesteryear's more glamorous past.

Destination - Morecambe.  Stardate - sometime in the 20th Century.  The last time I was in the seaside town was way, way back in 2013.  This time I was heading back to The Midland Hotel, but this time for a specific event - the town's Vintage By The Sea event.  Unlike much of the 1940's vintage scene in the UK, this would be an event that celebrated lifestyle and fashions for the 1920s right through to the 1980s.  Fantastic.  The only question - would the weather hold up?

I kept a nervous eye on the changeable weather through the week, finally deciding that Sunday looked the better of the two weekend days, but still at times rain was threatened.  Undaunted, I arrived at Morecambe nice and early ( a good job - parking looked to be a nightmare later on), greeted by a very brisk 19mph wind that came straight off the bay.  It would keep up its strong gusts throughout the day, keeping me sadly away from the beautiful seafront.  Although I'd decided to wear a late 1960's vintage gown (in ultra-bright pink and orange) and it was well-lined, those cold windy fingers kept finding ways through the folds of my dress to chill my skin.

Outside The Midland there were already rows of stunning classic cars lined up, perfectly framed by the majestic art-deco backdrop of the hotel.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Americana, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Of course, I found a lovely late 1960s classic in subtle British Racing Green to complement my very vibrant dress from the same era.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - E-Type, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Now I just needed a louche lover to whisk me away in the E-Type to a suitably sordid 1960s B&B where I could lie back on the creaking old bed, my legs spread, whilst my erstwhile lover oiled my bottom end with his steel piston.  Mmmm.

Despite my hot thoughts, I decided to get out of the coolness of the morning by heading over to The Platform - the nearby hall where the vintage fair was taking place.

A few stalls braved the outside area near the hall, and without the protecting wings of The  Midland were in the frontline of the assault from the landward gusts.  I was particularly impressed by a small pretty caravan, bravely bright and optimistic in the face of the changeable weather.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Inside the hall, stalls and browsers packed together.  There was lots of quality items for sale, and I'd made sure I had funds to spare - just in case.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
I did get lots of complements on my dress, which was lovely - against the wartime era clothing it certainly stood out.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
I had a good look around, the money in my pocket burning a little hole in my pocket, but there wasn't really anything that truly made me want to part with it.

Finally, I braved the windswept outside again, heading first for an ice-cream (it's the seaside, why wouldn't you?) before checking out those plucky stalls enduring the elements outside the hall.

A small seating area was surrounded by a wall of stalls and a double-decker converted into a bar, like a circle of wagons protecting against an Apache attack, but sadly the wall was failing as the blustery wind found plenty of space to find its way through.  The blaring sounds of 1960s tunes from a nearby music stall ebbed and flowed in the incessant breezes.  The thought did cross my mind as I looked at the bright red bus that if the government seriously wants us all to leave the comfort of our cars, then surely a bar-bus is the answer.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.

I decided to head back to the relative calm of the hotel car park, nervously eyeing the ominous clouds gathering overhead.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - clouds, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Being a bit hungry, I headed through the busy car park and out onto the northern side, where more stalls were sited - this time selling food.

Here, on the unshielded part of the small headland, the wind was even livelier, blowing hats off and skirts up - how on earth did people manage when flowing skirts and hats were de rigueur?   Nearby, some fairground rides were waiting patiently for passengers, bright and cheerful against the gathering clouds... but with few takers.  I thought you'd have to be especially brave to choose the Big Wheel in the current gusting winds.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
It wasn't a hard decision to head back to the car park - seemingly the only sheltered spot on the seafront.  Passing through the car park, however, I was disturbed to hear a beautiful Jensen described sagely by a passerby as "the James Bond car" (no, that was an Aston Martin DB5)...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - NOT a DB5, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
 ...and, just as bad, a DeLorean pointed out by a kagool-wearing mother to her children as "the Knight Rider car".

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Heathens!

Even God wept tears of frustration and despair at the failure to recognise the Back To The Future car, and the threatened downpour began.  It was a rush into the hotel from most of the assembled crowd in the car park, creating a lovely vintage Laurel And Hardy effect in the small doorway.

I took the opportunity to find a spot on the beautiful art-deco staircase, watching couples waltzing elegantly in the cleared dance area.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - dancers, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - The Midland Hotel, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - The Midland Hotel, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Eventually the brief squall finished, and it was another squeezing rush as everyone headed back outside.  I decided to have a look around the car park, as another bank of dark cloud looked ready to crash the party.  It was a lovely mixture of classics from pre-war vintage through to 1980s fare.


Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
The weather was beginning to look as mixed up as the car park - only not as delightful.  Bright bursts of sunshine lifted the gloom, but a short distance away clouds were gathering once again.  Looking at the wind direction, I surmised that these, however, were the cause of the last downpour and were heading away from the bay.  A local gent sat next to me had a different opinion, however.  "No, the winds caught between the sea and the hills that surround the bay - that will be back with us inside an hour." 

In the meantime, though, it was 'make hay while the sun shines'.  I had a great spot sat outside the main doors, people-watching and chatting to a lovely group of strangers, dressed in various attire from the 20th century.  Our chat was interrupted by the arrival of some very bright cleaning ladies - complete with lampshades for skirts (bright - lights/lampshades... get it?  No...?  Oh, OK...), causing a little commotion.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - as Brayn Ferry sang, "I'd Do Anything To Turn You On...".
The tallest of the trio, a lovely blonde, was very interesting - I'd certainly have been keen in finding out what turned her on and figuring out if she needed a screw-in fitment under her skirt.

There was time, too, to admire the beautiful lines of the hotel - those art-deco designers really knew a thing, in comparison with much of the steel and glass horrors that invade the city centres these days.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - The Midland Hotel, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
I was very honoured to be picked as one of the 'Best Dressed' of the day - though it would mean a walk down the catwalk later on.  I hoped the weather would hold.  Sadly, the Michael Fish of Morecambe was bang on the money - the squalls did come back around right on time.  I braved the shower as much as I could, still hoping to see the promised Hawker Hurricane flypast (it was due to be a Douglas Dakota DC10, but that was cancelled due to engine issues).  Sadly, the inclement weather meant the Hurricane wouldn't fly, either - possibly, I thought, the first time that a hurricane has been toppled by a breezy 19mph wind and a bit of rain.

Luckily, however, by mid-afternoon the clouds had begun another circuit of the bay - just in time to miss the fashion parade.  Hosted by a gorgeously camp Ringmaster (not sure what 'rings' he as a master of, but I could guess) and the genial Wayne Hemingway (of Red Or Dead fame) it was without doubt a crowd-puller.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Wayne Hemingway, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - lovely Ringmaster, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
In due course it was my turn to stroll down the short 'catwalk' and have a chat with Wayne.  He defintely seemed fascinated by my pink dress, the ringmaster only half-jokingly attempting to get him to try it on after the fashion show, and he again highlighted how important proper fashion is - not the throwaway-after-every-season kind, and re-vamping, re-wearing and using classic clothes that used to be genuinely made to last for years.. sentiments I agreed with entirely.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
I was really pleased to get down to the final three, but didn't win - that honour went deservedly to  a beautiful lady in a gorgeous skirt and jacket combination - very much like my Goodwood Revival winning outfit from 2011.

Just after 3.00pm, and with the rainclouds preparing to make another visit to The Midland, it was time to head back south.  I'd had a fabulous day, though, and really enjoyed the mixed fashions, music and cars - something a little more diverse and fun than the strict 1940s events.  A 'Best Show' winner, no doubt.

Oh, and I had my own memento of the day, of course...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - rosette, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.






Monday, 26 August 2019

August Bank Holiday

After what turned out to be a fairly hectic July in which I only spent one weekend at home, August has been much, much quieter.  Generally, for my particular industry, external influences such as holidays (school and otherwise) have an impact, making it one of the more sedate months.  It's impact personally on myself probably isn't as much as for some girls as I limit my visitors anyway, but it's still been a month to take it a little easier than usual.

Having said that, there is another downside to having a quiet month other than a slight drop in income - to be frank and unladylike, it means getting fucked a little less... which my body seems to recognise.  One regular visitor last week could possibly have left with not only a smile on his face but perhaps one or two scratch marks on his back as though he'd been mauled by a randy and ravenous tigress - which in a way he was.  We pretty much ravaged each other on my bed, alternating between me being on my back with my legs up around his neck so he could drill his hardness into me, finishing with me on all fours, watching each other in the mirror, my back arched to get his slick stiff shaft as deep has he could into my oiled and hungry pussy.  Ah, memories... we certainly worked up a sweat fucking in the afternoon's hazy humid heat.

One thing the weather didn't affect was an enjoyable night out at the 1970s-revival show Love Train, at Albert Hall in Manchester.  A chance to slip on some sparkles, high heels, and hit the floor to the sounds of the hot summer of the seventies - Bee Gees, ABBA, Heatwave, et al raised the temperature to 1976 levels, helped tremendously by a professional dance crew - one of which, a stunning blonde in a tight blue catsuit, showed pussy cleavage to die for.  I couldn't keep my eyes off her - it was a good job she was on the stage otherwise I'd have been finding out just how deep her love really was.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort -Love Train, Albert Hall, Manchester.
Apart from that, the pretty crap weather kept me indoors for the last few weekends.  However, with the reports looking good for the August Bank Holiday I took the chance to escape the city with friends - a trip we'd had to postpone a few weekends ago due the horrendous rainfalls which resulted in bridges collapsing in Yorkshire and of course Whaley Bridge dam coming close to failing. So, with a car-full of eager escapees, we hit the joyous M62 and headed for the hills - the Pennines first on the motorway, then, once past a backlog of traffic all aiming for the coast, into the Howardian Hills north of the old city of York.  Destination - Yorkshire Lavender, the lovely and snug lavender gardens at Terrington.

The weather reports were thankfully spot on - the sun was glorious, and up on the hillside with its stunning views over the Vale of York the breeze was certainly refreshing.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Although just past their prime, the lavender and flowers were still beautiful and the colours magnificent.  Sadly, the strong breeze took away the pervading lavender scent of the hillside, but it was a small price to pay for the lovely and long-awaited sunshine.  And of course the bees and butterflies were still out in force (and, sadly, a few of the devil-spawn wasps).

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Our driver for the trip was Transit-man, and old friend who has occasionally joined me in the bedroom for some extra workout activities, and I did take some delight in taunting him throughout the trip, including getting him to take a snapshot of my own flower and sheer panties in a discreet part of the gardens for my blog.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - a personal display.
Overall, we spent just over an hour in the gardens before having some lavender-infused treats and drinks in the tea room.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Yorkshire Lavender, Terrington.
Next stop - Harrogate, only a slight detour on the way home.  The sun was still bright and hot, and the old spa town sweltered in the heat.  It was a great day for just strolling, though, and I took the chance to pop into Suzy Hamilton's fabulous dress shop on Montpelier.  I fell in love with a bright red Classic Circle Kelly dress, perfect for wearing gorgeous vintage lingerie and stockings underneath, finished with high heels and gloves.  Mmmm... maybe a purchase for later in the year.

I had a look around the vintage shops too, before the fantastic red and black shopfront of Rose Velvet caught my eye.  An intriguing mix of victoriana, gothic and 1920s/1930s-inspired clothing, it was fabulous.  My eye was well and truly captured by some fetishistic and stylish leather gloves in the window, and I asked to try them on.  They were in a sale, reduced from £250 to £75... because they were tiny.  Luckily for me and my slender hands, they fit like.. well, a glove.  Transit-man, stood close by whilst I tried them on, was getting quite agitated and sweaty.  "Ooooh, these are so lovely and soft, have a feel..." I said, stroking my soft leather-clad Hands and fingers across his face.  I think he whimpered slightly, a hungry puppy wanting feeding.  I bought them of course, as it was like they'd been waiting for me.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - new leather gloves.
It was late afternoon when we finally headed back westwards, buoyed by a fantastic day out.  On our arrival into Manchester our co-travellers were dropped off first, then it was my turn.  Transit-man joined me 'for coffee' before heading home.. but I did think there was another motive.  "Those, er, gloves you bought... let's have another look at them..."  I slipped them on, and ran my fingers over his builders-calloused hands.  Of course, we had to 'anoint' them at that point.  I loosened his trousers, pulling them down past his knees.  Underwear next, and his hard cock stood as proud and stiff as a flagpole.

With my soft gloved hands I wanked him delicately, his cock straining with desire before he came, pumping heavy thick spunk over my black leather fingers.  Anointed, indeed.

Bees, Harrogate, Butterflies and Handjobs.  A fabulous Bank Holiday.



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...