Sunday, 28 April 2019

A BDSM Brighton Bank Holiday

Easter Bank Holiday.  Four days of fun, or, four days of travel chaos - be it airports or roads.  So, what does a girl living in Manchester do to escape?  Well, no-one sensible would brave a drive down the Devil's Highway Of Desolation (the M6... or should it be M666?), cut across the M42 Toll Road and it's highway robbery charges, travel down the world's longest racetrack (M40 - do 80mph here and you are definitely at crawling pace as cars thunder past at speeds that would make a Daytona racedriver think twice) before hitting the colossus of car parks - the M25 between Junction 16 (for the M40) to Junction 10 (for the A3).  Battle through the stuck traffic trying in vain to get to either Heathrow or westbound to Cornwall and Devon before hitting Junction 7 (Gatwick) and get snarled up there on agitated late-for-my-flight panic drivers and the ubiquitous 'Smart Motorway' development before finally heading south on the A23 for Brighton - the go-to resort for Londoners on a Bank Holiday break.

But, I'm a girl that doesn't mind a challenge - and besides 1) I left on Thursday afternoon hoping to beat the worst of it, and 2) Zara DuRose was hosting a little soiree at a boutique hotel in the lovely city - enough of a temptation to battle my way south.

Amazingly, my journey wasn't as bad as I feared - just five and a half hours after leaving home I had arrived in Brighton city centre and was unpacking my case in the lovely hotel bedroom.

The hotel was fantastically decorated with numerous music and film iconography...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort -  Bowie in Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel stairway, Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel stairway, Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel stairway, Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel stairway, Brighton.

First things first, though... some photos in the fabulous burlesque-inspired bedroom.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel bedroom, Brighton.
Two hours later and feeling in need of some alcoholic refreshment I made my way to the funky bar for (I promised myself) one drink - it was going to be a long weekend, after all.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel bar, Brighton.
Unfortunately, after a couple of strong cocktails and few of shots of Old J Tiki Fire rum (75.5% abv) that idea was not only out of the window but was sailing merrily away from the coast, last seen heading towards France.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel bar, Brighton.
The hotel was hosting an art exhibition, too, that night, so I met some lovely and interesting people, including a lovely retro-fashioned French girl that I introduced the pleasures of wickedly-spiced rum to - á votre santé, indeed.

It was near midnight when I stumbled up four floors of narrow, winding steps to my bedroom (I knew there was a lift but in my somewhat hazy state couldn't remember which cubbyhole/corridor it was hidden in), but I did think about quitting and sleeping on the corridor floor halfway up - the stairs certainly didn't seem so high when I first wandered up and down them.

Nevertheless, I was awake early as planned - no hangover, as it's never been something I've suffered, amazingly, and the plan was to venture into Brighton for a quick stroll before an afternoon snooze prior to party night.

Going with my 1970's-summer inspired mood, I slid into my tight denim catsuit and headed for breakfast in the main bar, taking another chance to peruse the various art on display...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - poster, hotel, Brighton.
The artwork from the previous night was still on display, too, giving a rather bright start to an already sunny morning.


Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel bar, Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel bar, Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel bar, Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - hotel bar, Brighton.

One fabulous breakfast later and I was out of the door into the glorious sunshine of the morning - it was going to be a scorcher.  Out on the seafront promenade it was fairly quiet in the hazy morning sunshine.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Brighton.


I had a stroll around the Laines, taking the chance to pick up some snacks and eat an early lunch before heading back to the hotel just after midday.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Brighton.
After an afternoon kip it was time to get ready for the 5.00pm start.  Another catsuit - see-through lace and decorated with Day Of The Dead tattoo artwork, that I bought from Hamburg all the way back in 2017.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - catsuit, hotel stairway, Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - catsuit, hotel stairway, Brighton.

Downstairs, the ZDR team had done their stuff to transform the small hotel into a sex/BDSM paradise.


Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - ZDR, Brighton.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - ZDR, Brighton.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - ZDR, Brighton.
Quite a few people had already arrived and the DJ was busy filling the air with a mixture of beats and sounds.  I got chatting to one lovely couple who had travelled further than I had - Cumbria.  I managed a quick chat with Zara and her fabulous team, too.  For the first time, too, I managed to have a proper look around at the transformed play areas.

In the main suite downstairs was a fantastically-sleazy circular bed (complete with mirrored ceiling) and a pole-dancing area.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - ZDR, Brighton.

That 1970s-decadence was definitely the feel of the weekend, it seemed.  In an adjoining room a jacuzzi big enough for quite a few people (assuming they are all 'very friendly') was waiting.

Back upstairs, more people had arrived.  I decided to join a tantric sex workshop out of sheer curiosity, so, with about ten others, filed back to the play room downstairs.  It was an interesting experience, even if I didn't really learn anything that would especially work in my own boudoir as it mainly centred around methods for getting the guys to manage longer before ejaculating.  Also, some of the positions that we we required to get into weren't exactly easy considering the myriad forms of constricting attire in the group - latex does indeed stretch, but only so much.  Across the room, one poor chap disappeared from view under his partner's humongous tutu as she struggled into position above him - her tight corset wasn't quite helping, either.  Others struggled in heavy latex and leather outfits.  My own stretchy elastane catsuit wasn't too bad, but I was quite nervous of an errant high heel, body-piercing or metal stud raking the  delicate material as people moved around me.  I actually became quite relaxed by the end of the session - not really what I was after when I actually wanted to be getting revved up to party.

By 10.00pm the party upstairs was back in full swing with stage performances featuring burlesque girls, but I was very disappointed to find that my tantric session had meant I missed my dear friend M and his new wife doing their somewhat extreme routine - all I will say is it featured fishing hooks, strong twine and a very brave man.  Well done M!  I did see the photos afterwards, at least.  It's the first time that fishing as a sport has ever appealed.

I decided to have a change of outfit midway through the night.  Off came the catsuit, on came a small sexy playsuit that I bought in Berlin all the way back in 2015, complete with fetish-inspired Alexander McQueen studded sandals.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - ZDR, Brighton.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - ZDR, Brighton.
Downstairs I had a drink and, sitting on a plush sofa in the playroom, enjoyed watching a little scene with a gorgeous blonde in red lingerie being spanked, which got me in the frame of mind for some fun of my own.  With perfect timing a couple came into the room - a mature gent and a gorgeous black lady with long black hair.  She sat on the sofa next to me and we began chatting.  In the midst of the chat we both mentioned that we liked girls as well as men, and soon I was astride her on the sofa, kissing her luscious plump red lips, our tongues performing a delightfully decadent tongue-tango as we kissed.  I stroked her heavy, full breasts and tasted her saliva and scents in my hungry mouth.  My pussy was dripping with its own honey by the time the couple decided to head for the jacuzzi to continue their fun, but I didn't fancy crowding into the jacuzzi with people already enjoying their own kind of watersports.

As the party began to wind down around 3.00am I got my chance to indulge in the some extreme and heavy BDSM play in an empty playroom.  With A as a willing femme supplicant and with the help of D (one of Zara's team) and an array of whipping delights we took the painslut to the very edge of her limits.  A very hot and energetic end to the night.


At 4.00am, some 11 hours after I ventured from my bedroom downstairs to start the evening, I was finally crawling back to bed.  A slow, drive back north on Saturday, complete with a stop-off at Ess&Emm near Banbury - only one problem raised its head.  On returning home I found that the SD Card in my camera had badly failed, leaving most of the photos I took on Thursday evening corrupted.  The offending SD Card is now with M, my on-hand IT Guru in the hope of rescuing said photos.  I was hoping to update the Private Gallery on my Adultwork profile with the saucier ones, so I will have fingers crossed all week in the hope that M can help.

Overall a fantastic Bank Holiday - helped, of course, by the stunning weather.   I'm hoping for even more sun on my next excursion...