Sunday, 6 September 2020

Strange Fruit

Life is a lottery, or so the saying goes.  It certainly feels a little like a lottery with every choice you make (those that you can in these slightly restricted times, that is).  Go on a well-deserved holiday into mainland Europe and... bingo - your numbers have come in.  Two hours after landing you suddenly find your country of choice is now on the UK government's quarantine blacklist, and you have precisely twelve hours to get back or face quarantine for two weeks on your return, a la Mission Impossible.  In these 'un-normal' times where job security is at risk across nearly all sectors, the chances of having an understanding and flexible employer in such situations is probably rare, so the two-week holiday becomes a four hour break at the airport before flying immediately back.  No wonder people are choosing to have a break in their home country this year... but with the threats of 'local lockdowns' now the new strategy (I'll use that term lightly as 'strategy' implies some kind of plan... and a plan is clearly not what we have) you could still find yourself going somewhere that has seen 'cases' (again, remember when it was about hospital admissions and deaths?) doubling to 35 per 100,000 people (like here in Trafford... yes, that's 35 people out of 100,000 people, so 0.035%) and you could be holidaying in a  lockdown area pretty much overnight.

What to do?

I decided to enjoy another long canal-side walk and go 'brambling' to get away from the worldwide madness.  Even now, in early September, there are plenty of lovely plump little brambles to pluck.  Like other things in life, they've got to be just right. A lovely big one can be a little disappointing in the pleasure it gives once it gets to your lips, whilst smaller ones can have your pleasure-ometer bouncing off the scale.  Also, they need to be a nice firmness.  Too soft, and even the big ones are no good - you don't want them exploding their juice all over your fingers as soon as you touch them.  There were plenty of occasions where I got my hand into a bush to fondle a lovely-looking specimen only to find it spraying my exploring fingers with sticky fluid.  There seems to be a lovely calibration whereby the right size, firmness, plumpness and oral delight merge perfectly to bring pleasure.

I managed to get a decent amount, actually, and finished my walk rewarded with some lovely brambles and some lovely views, too...

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Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - rolling Cheshire countryside.

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - NOT brambles, but lovely to look at.

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Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - and another hazy, lazy view.

As for the brambles... I forgot to take a photo of the them until a few days later and I'd been enjoying them with my morning breakfast.  This, at least, is what was left by then...

Dexi Delite Altrincham Escort - what was left of my brambles.

I also had another go at getting some photographs outside in a public park - once again thwarted by families and members of the (now) paranoid public, whereby any behavior outside of the norm (like lingering around waiting for a photo opportunity) is met with suspicion, distrust and a watchful eye, so gave up again.  It's one thing being caught by a surprised and suddenly very happy dog walker/stroller 'in flagrante', and quite another to be caught out by the paramilitary public police who now seem to confront unconforming behaviour with hostility or a call to the real paranoid police.

So, it was time for a re-think, and in the end I donned my leather thigh boots and corset, strap-on and hood for some photographs in my little boudoir.

At least I finally got some new photos for my website - I used one last week on the Picture Of The Week section, and there'll be a few more over the coming weeks... a little like this...

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So, if you love a little leather and anonymous lust, keep checking the website.

Sunday, 16 August 2020

A Walk In The Park

'A walk in the park' is one of those expressions we often use to indicate something or a task is easy perhaps to the point of being pleasureable.  My task last weekend, with glorious weather a very nice incentive, was to try and get some new photos.  My 'walk in the park', sadly, didn't quite turn out to be a 'walk in the park'.

I dressed in a lovely vintage-inspired shirt dress, slipped into some sexy crotchless tights and, patent leather high heels, and headed out to a local country park.  Unfortunately, so did the rest of Cheshire it seemed.  The car park didn't look too busy, but once in the country park itself it was like a walkers/runners/cyclists/family rush hour - everywhere you went there was someone either approaching or just passing.  My hopes of getting some saucy and sexy shots of my open dress and slinky tights would have included neon-bright running/cycling lyrca in the background or a full-frontal display to the next family that suddenly appeared in front of me on the small paths around the park.

In some exasperation I made a decision to head into a more underpopulated area of the park - literally 'off the beaten track'.  That didn't turn out too well, either, as stiletto heels and soft ground do not mix, even though some of it was lovely...

...and of course there were some little lovely little things to cheer me on as I stumbled from one dew-drenched mound to another sunken mud-pooled hole...

Finally admitting surrender, I stumbled over towards one of the pathways that meander around the park... only to find my way barred by wire fencing.  I debated about climbing over no matter how unlady-like it would be, but thought that one slip of the taut wire fence would result in my naked pussy being twanged as though by a giant cheese slicer, so back across the damp and uneven parkland it was.

I eventually made it back to concrete and crowds, and had one flash of my tights for the camera before heading back to car - featuring as Picture Of The Week on my website.  Only then did I notice that a drone was flying overhead, perhaps keeping an eye on the park visitors and making sure we all 'behaved'... not from any naughtiness, but more likely (given these behaviour-obsessed times), 'because coronavirus'. 

I returned to Manchester thwarted, but determined to have another go at sexy subversive behaviour again.  So, if you go down to the woods in the next week or so and see a lady behaving rather suspiciously, she may not be selling drugs, passing over official secrets to a foreign power, or - even much worse - meeting someone from outside her government-approved circle of friends... she may just be waiting for an opportunity to get her tits and pussy out.

Sunday, 26 July 2020

Water Wonders

My photo album on my computer is remarkbly small for 2020.  Usually by July I've been to lot of places and had some interesting little adventures.  Not so for 2020 though, of course.  Thanks to this years 'detention period' limbo, I've done bugger all... apart from enjoy the odd local walks around parks, public footpaths (for those outside of the UK these are public rights of way, even across farm and private land) and canal-side walks.

One such walk took me to the Anderton Boat Lift, an ingenious piece of nineteenth-century engineering (1875 to be exact) that could lift barges the 50-foot height difference from the River Weaver to the Trent and Mersey Canal without needing time-consuming canal locks.  As the footpaths around there were properly laid and concreted it meant I could wear some high heels and some very striking skin-tight black leather-look leggings, drawing a few looks from the small number of fellow, but more sensibly dressed, walkers on the towpaths.

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On other walks I've been a little better prepared, as usually canal-side towpaths are uneven and pretty muddy... so the high heels stay home.  One of my favourite walks is from Northwich, on the Trent and Mersey Canal (the one that the Anderton Boat Lift raises the boats to).  In the midst of the covid stress-and-nonsense it became a haven of tranquility and peace, where the craziness of the world could be forgotten for a few hours.  There were always lovely things to catch the eye on the five-hour walk... huge, beautiful and intricate cobwebs on old narrowboats...

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...noisy and very fluffy moorhen chicks...

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...lovely old narrowboats...

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...noisy and fluffy ducklings (it was clearly Spring)...

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...bright, beautiful wildflowers (no, I have no idea what they were)...

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...some very tight denim shorts...

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,,,patient (but stupid... when you approach they always fly fifty foot down the canal so you catch them up again in a couple of minutes and the cycle is repeated endlessly) herons...

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...lovely bright thistles (which bees adore)...

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...butterflies warming themselves prettily in the hot sun...

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Wait.  Denim shorts?  Where did they come from?  Oh, yes... a little 'selfie' after I'd been walking one day whilst wearing them.  So...

...some very tight, sexy denim shorts with a hint of cameltoe...

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... and speaking of  camelidae (yes, I can use google-stuff!) alpacas (a member of the camel family) and donkeys...

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...some older 'teenage' ducklings - noisy, hungry ("give us yer food or we'll 'ave yer") and delightful (they had all my oats... ducks love oats)...

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...regal swans (but if anyone tells you that the UK doesn't really have any properly dangerous and aggressive animals, they have not met one of these pretentious psychopaths) with a full brood of soon-to-be-psychopaths...

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...and, looking away from the water side, lovely views across Cheshire.

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As I said earlier, I am usually well-prepared for my walks.  Drink (as in water, not alcohol), food (for me and lovely thug-ducks), and assorted suncreams, sticking plasters (just in case) and paper hankies.

The last thing usually comes in handy as, at some point during my five-hour stroll, I need to have a pee, so they are handy little wipes.  On my most recent walk I pretty much got to the end of the walk before realising I needed a pee.  Panties down, leggings down, and an unglamorous squat allowed a lovely stream of piss to water the canal side.  I'd done my best to check for other walkers as usual, but just as I finished and had literally pulled up my panties a group of six walkers strolled into view.  A few seconds earlier and they would have been treated to a full-on piss presentation.  I've used this as the Picture Of The Week on my website (lovely and large), but here's a little taster.  Taster?  Yes, I know some you would love to be under that stream...

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Sunday, 12 July 2020

12th July 2020

Recently I headed to one of my local parks for a spot of modelling for some new photos.  Sadly, it didn't work out as well as expected - within a few minutes of arriving there began a steady drizzle that unfortunately put a stop to the proceedings.  My outfit - a short tight leather jacket, high-heeled ankle boots and some gorgeous 100 denier crotchless tights, wasn't really weather-proof.

I did get a few shots, though, and one features as this week's Picture Of The Week.  I thought I'd add another one here, a portrait-style shot, just as a little update.

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Sunday, 5 July 2020

5th July 2020

As I noted yesterday, today is the 100th post and the last of my little 'daily' ones.  One hundred days.  Wow.  It seems like a lifetime ago when I last felt things were 'normal'.  But I've decided, with the kind of firm, decisive stance that the goverment could do with, that something has to change.

So, this week will mark the return to fun for me.  Yes, as of this week I'm properly back in business.  I know things could change again, a lá Leicester, if the government decides that we in the north west are 'misbehaving' and 'not following the rules' and lockdown the whole area again on a whim to 'teach us a lesson', (perhaps coronavirus isn't the only recent thing they've imported from the Chinese - an undemocratic, authoritarian state seems to be the other) but that is out of my hands.  So, the daily posts will finish today, and I intend to try and get out and about at least for some new photos.  In all likelihood the blog will be quiet for a little while as there's still not really a lot going on in the fetish or cultural worlds, but I'll try and do something.  I think we all have to do something to find ourselves again.

I've actually enjoyed the daily posts.  Once or twice I've forgotten to do them (I usually wrote them the night before), so ended up getting out of bed in the middle of the night to write the following day's post... usually half-asleep.  A few working ladies and Dommes I know extolled the 'business plan' of using 'Only Fans' and suchlike for updating photos and, importantly, earning extra cash, but I decided against that, for two reasons.

One... I simply like my blog.  It's mine.  Over the years I've spent probably hundreds of hours writing and editing it... and I'm a bit proud of my little labour of love and lust.  I wanted to keep it alive and thriving, and under the hard days of the early lockdown I knew it would be hard to keep it nourished without a rethink of what I could do with it.

Secondly, without getting too sentimental, I figured there was a chance there would be some people out there that just might be having their own struggles with the sudden descent into the weird dystopian society that the lockdown brought.  If my little posts kept them entertained for only a few minutes each day, it was worth it.  Also, I've been a very lucky lady.  Through my 'vocation' as a sex worker I've met some genuinely lovely gentlemen, who have paid me for my time and delighted me with some fabulous sex as a bonus.  For those lovely chaps, it was a little "thank you - hope to see you soon" payback... well-earned, and well meant.

I hope it's been entertaining - sometimes the posts brought back lost memories, sometimes they were written to vent some frustration at the state of the world, sometimes they helped me relive fabulous moments and reminded me of what is really important.

Today's photo, then, is a little (there is a larger one on my website as the first of my new Picture Of The Week updates) quickie.  The corona-chastity is off, and I'm determined to rediscover and reconnect, high-heeled step-by-step if need be, with the world again.

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Saturday, 4 July 2020

4th July 2020

Well, here we are.  July 4th.  Pubs (sort of) re-opening, and things (sort of) getting back to 'normal'.  With job losses, both recent and impending, starting to be a concern there is a feeling that things need to change... and soon.  With that in mind, it is probably the time to make my 100th daily post the last.  My intention is to try and get out and about a bit more and hopefully restart my Picture Of The Week theme on my website.

As for stopping... I know I've said it before, but picking a number like 100 to finish on as opposed to, say, 89, feels more complete.  It's an arbitrary number, of course, but we like decimals.  So, for the penultimate daily post, let me pull out something especially explicit. 

Taken just before the lockdown after a rather energetic and very enjoyable fucking session, it may serve as a reminder to those who have missed my company in the recent months.  I bet you can almost smell my perfume, post-fuck sweat and sexy, sated pussy already...

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Friday, 3 July 2020

3rd July 2020

High heeled boots and pussy - who doesn't love that combination?  One from a photo set I did in August 2012, some of which were used for my Adultwork private gallery.  Presented just for you, now, in 2020.

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Thursday, 2 July 2020

2nd July 2020

Back to my wonderful visit to the Aviator hotel in July last year.  I did rebook this lovely place for another visit this year, but something caused me to have to cancel it.  I've already promised myself that I will return though once things are a little more normal - out of all the hotels I've stayed in, it's one of my favourites.

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Wednesday, 1 July 2020

1st July 2020

When I was writing yesterday's post I liked the line 'for your pleasure'... but it took a few minutes to realise what it was.  For Your Pleasure.  The second album from glam rock, space-age, retro-tastic, future-fantastic Roxy Music.  Some of my Strictly Confidential gentleman visitors to my little Dream Home to enjoy my Beauty Queen pleasures might know why this strikes a chord.

I don't have a photo of myself in a slinky dress and high heels with a panther at my feet, with a lounge-lizard Bryan Ferry waiting to whisk me away in a sleazy 1970s Americana automobile (not for the lack of trying, you understand - although I have kissed him...!).  I do have this one, though.  No Ferry, no American car, no airport and definitely no panther.  I do have the high heels and slinky dress, though...

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Tuesday, 30 June 2020

30th June 2020

Me in my leather corset, leather thigh boots and leather gloves.  Another trip down Memory Lane, today.  Acually, it's not.  I've posted previous photos from this shoot on the 19th and 20th May, but have no memories of who took the photos, when they were taken, what they were taken for or if they ended up anywhere.

Anyway, lots of lovely leather for your pleasure. 
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Hmmm... for your pleasure... what does that remind me of...?

Monday, 29 June 2020

29th June 2020

Another old one today.  I found this when looking for my 'nurse' photo from the post for the 25th.  I have no idea who the chap was, but it was taken at a little dungeon I used to work at in the centre of Manchester.  The dungeon has long gone now, and is now a hairdressers.

If only the clientelle knew what debauched practices used to go on in the clean space where they sat... well, it would make their hair curl.

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Sunday, 28 June 2020

28th June 2020

A real blast from the past, in a couple of ways, today.  This is one of the oldest photos I have from when I arrived in the north west.  Taken in summer 2001- I know that from the horrible kitchen chair that came with the small flat.

Dressed as a pervy schoolgirl, I was on my way out with a group of friends.  There was a reason for the uniform - we were going to a 'School Disco' event at one of the Academy venues on Oxford Road in Manchester.  The club was full of guys in silly schoolboy uniforms, some were cleverly dressed as preppy teachers (complete with leather elbow patches on their tweed jackets and pens lined up in the top pockets)... and, of course, lots of 'girls', definitely past the age of normal education circles.  These raunchy ladies were dressed in entirely inappropriate scoolgirl uniforms that, in my day, would have got them sent home immediately.

This was my outfit.  I did actually put some big white gym-slip panties on before we made it out, just in case of a skirt mishap on either the dancefloor or a naughty breeze.  Lots of totally cheesy but brilliant 70s and 80s classics, and a fanastic party mood all night.

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Saturday, 27 June 2020

27th June 2020

Sheer nylon delights, today.  Back in 2011 I accompanied a very lovely gentleman to a hotel on Canal Street, the heart of the 'gay' village in Manchester.

It was a fabulously debauched, frantic fucking of a night.  This was taken at some point during the night's proceedings.  High heels and a gorgeous and very sheer minidress.

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Friday, 26 June 2020

26th June 2020

Another saucy hotel photo today, I think.  Today's photo was taken back in July 2018, when I attended a fabulous Zara DuRose party with a group of friends at a country house in the midlands.

I will confess... this was taken the night before the big day, and I'd already imbibed a 'few' cocktails by this point.  Once the small group had finished dining and drinking in the bar we all retired to my room.  It maybe looks private and serene, but there were actually a few people in the room.  I also remember being pretty tired by this point, so how I got the energy to pose for the photos I have no idea.

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Thursday, 25 June 2020

25th June 2020

More Nurse Dexi advice today, gentlemen.  So, attention please.  And stop fidgeting or I'll have you over my knee in front of the whole class.

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As another scorching heatwave hits us again (no matter how brief), it is important to keep hydrated.  That doesn't mean beer or alcohol in general, as alcohol is actually a dehydrater - meaning you lose more water through usual bodily functions than you take in.  So far so good?  "Bodily functions, Nurse Dexi?" I hear you ask.  Yes - peeing (more of that later) and sweating, mainly... but enough alcohol and, well, vomiting can occur.  Trust me, I've tested this theory a few times over the years, and have no doubt as to the authenticity of the science.

Water, of course, is best for hydration - but usually, let's be frank, it's bloody boring.  Far more exciting, as a few gentlemen that I know would attest, is drinking sweet and salty piss straight from a willing lady's pussy.  Pee, like alcohol, actually dehydrates you too.  However, indulging in a bit of watersport fun is a lot more interesting than having a boring old glass of water anyday.

This one is for you, you lovely pervy kinksters.  Ready... open wide...

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Wednesday, 24 June 2020

24th June 2020

The lockdown started all the way back in March - exactly three months ago in the UK.  Over 90 days ago!  The sluggish return to normality is turning into a slow and painful crawl.  It feels a little like the promises that were made at the start of the First World War - "It'll all be over by Christmas"... only that was possibly more likely than this pandemic ending before the festive fun starts.  Moses' 40 years in the wilderness may be a better gauge.

Anyway, since the lockdown and the absence of my usual number of gentleman visitors I've taken to indulging in testing my bedroom toys... just to make sure that they are fully charged and raring to go when needed.

Today's photo is from July 2013, and is a fine example of how I pass a bit of solo-lockdown time.

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Tuesday, 23 June 2020

23rd June 2020

Lounging in Louboutins, back in Brighton for today.  In November 2019 I had a whale of a time at a Zara DuRose party in the lovely city.

Today's photo was taken in the hotel I stayed in, with a lovely view onto Brighton's lovely old Regency Square.  Another photo I don't seem to have used before, although many of this 'set' have been used for my Picture-Of-The-Week on my website and a few of the more explicit ones on my Adultwork Private Gallery.

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Monday, 22 June 2020

22nd June 2020

After yesterday's panty-post, I thought I'd continue with the theme today.  The next shot in the sequence was this one.  A closer look at my panties will show a sheen of sensual pussy juice... come on, who doesn't love a horny girl's hot, damp, sexy-sweet panties?

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Sunday, 21 June 2020

21st June 2020

After two days of well-researched, anecdotal, thoroughly-investigated medical advice (about as useful as the government's), I've decided to return to smut.

Leather gloves, seamed stockings, corset. 

And panties being pulled down, in a hotel room in Stratford-Upon-Avon, in 2013 - a usual thing when I'm in hotel rooms, of course, when in the presence of a lovely gentleman.

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Saturday, 20 June 2020

20th June 2020

Gloves yesterday, masks today.

It's a contentious issue, with even scientists unable to agree.  One look at mainstream media suggests that mask-wearing is a big help, and advise even home-made cloth ones should be used... although one proper study (as opposed to an opinion) found a different result:

"In 2015, Raina MacIntyre at the University of New South Wales in Sydney and her colleagues ran a clinical trial pitting cloth masks against medical ones. The team provided 1607 healthcare workers at 14 hospitals in Hanoi, Vietnam, with either disposable medical masks or reusable cloth ones, which could be washed at home at the end of the day they were worn. Those that wore cloth masks were significantly more likely to catch a virus, the team found."

Hmmm... so the jury is out.  They are still extremely useful for anonymity and robbing banks, though, so worth considering if those are your interests.  Anyway, I have a few masks... including one surgical mask that I've only ever worn as part of my sexy nurse outfit.  The rest are for... well.. dressing up again.  What a surprise.

Today's photo features one of my masks, all the way back in 2011.  I wonder if they'd let me on public transport with this outfit...?

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Friday, 19 June 2020

19th June 2020

After flossing advice yesterday, I thought I'd provide a little more safety advice today, this time concerning gloves.

Gloves are important.  They can cut the chance of picking up surface-borne viruses... unless you keep touching your face/adjusting your medical mask, that is.  And as many of us are by nature 'face-touchers' (up to 23 times per hour, looking at one study) it pretty much means gloves don't do a lot unless you have your hands manacled behind your back.

However, I love gloves.  Long, tight, shiny latex gloves.  Seductive, soft leather gloves, either wrist-length or opera.  Glamorous, high-sheen satin gloves.  Silk gloves, as light as a morning mist.  Delicate, delectable lace gloves.  Even slutty-but-sexy fishnet gloves.

Luckily, I know a few gentlemen that share my passion, and have enjoyed that certain touch of a woman's hands encased in fabric.

So today's advice - don't forget about gloves.  They might not really cut the risk of contacting the odd pox or two, but if you look at the photo long enough it may just make you stop worrying about it.

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Thursday, 18 June 2020

18th June 2020

The coronavirus lockdown has had a big impact across different sectors of society.  Goodwood, providers of some of the best historic racing in the world, have just cancelled their two biggest events - the Festival Of Speed and the Goodwood Revival.  I'm desperately sad about the Revival, as I had tickets and had been looking forward to returning there for the first time in a few years.

Concerts are cancelled, the pubs are still shut, the shops that are open are adopting a very Dalek-like fetish for rules and obedience, and installing one-way systems which you must adhere to.  "Obey, Obey, Obey..."  This is just like a scene I encountered at a local large chemist...

It's enough to make a girl scream.

Other things have closed, too.  You can't really get a doctor's appointment unless you are nearly dying.  Unless you are nearly dying from Covid, in which case you most definitely can't be seen by a doctor.

Dentists are also closed.  I'm OK with that one, as I'm not due a check-up until late in the year.  It has, however, highlighted how much we need to look after our health in general - once the fallbacks are taken away, it's not a good situation.

My daily care is a bit of exercise, eating healthily, trying not to drink too much (difficult at the moment!), and keeping on top of my oral hygiene.  One important thing is to floss daily.

I demonstrated my flossing skills to my dentist on my last visit.  He was most impressed, watched very closely and then took some photos "for his special collection."  I took a photo, too, just for you.

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Wednesday, 17 June 2020

17th June2020

All the way back to 23rd June 2012, today.  Stockings, suspenders and high heels, taken somewhere near Manchester's Science and Industry museum.  These shiny, black stilettos used to be my favourite bedroom fuck shoes back then, and could probably write their own memoires about the sordid goings-on... if they weren't shoes, of course.

These days I prefer my higher (and very much more expensive) Fendi 6-inch heeled sex shoes, but I still have the patent ones in my wardrobe... somewhere.  Slightly stained and battered these days, but still sexy.

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