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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Tuesday, 16 June 2020

16th June 2020

Last night I watched an amazing, end-of-the-world thunder and lightning storm wade across Manchester.  My view from my bedroom window, normally looking to Manchester and the hills beyond in the distance, looked like this...

Gusting winds normally only seen on the Bay of Bengal during monsoon season whipped across the rooftops, blasting hailstones the size of Smarties on anyone unlucky enough to be caught out in it.

So I thought "Fuck it, let's have something sunny and cheery."  From my slightly drink-fuelled visit to Tenerife in January 2016...

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Monday, 15 June 2020

15th June 2020

Let's have someting short and sweet today.  This is another (unused) photo from my stay in Glenrothes back in June 2017.

I'm definitely feeling the need to get out and about, start living and partying again, I think, looking back at my 'holiday' snaps.  This isn't one for the 'family-friendly' album, though.

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Sunday, 14 June 2020

14th June 2020

There are noises that the UK government will be pushing retail to open shortly, following the coronavirus outbreak, and along with that be sure to expect to see some government lackey persuading us to get back shopping and spending... in order to 'save the high street'.

All well and good.  However, I see a couple of issues.

If they are determined, as they have in recent weeks, to maintain a nonsensical two-metre distance between customers, any returned items having to go back into 'quarantine' in case they are harbouring the pox, no trying on of clothes (meaning a subsequent visit to the store to return said item if it doesn't fit... which means ladies will take home a size 8, size 10 and size 12 of the same item to try on possibly, so more stuff into 'quarantine') and one-way systems inside the stores themselves, then I'm afraid it is doomed to fail.  All those impulse purchase buys (I'm a lady, I know these things) will not happen.  They'll happen even less if people (like me) simply can't be arsed to go shopping in the first place due to the restrictions.

Secondly, there's the ailing hospitality/leisure industry issue to be resolved.  Over three million people remain at risk of their livelihoods being taken away as the workplaces are simply not allowed to open.  They can't/won't function with any reduced capacity to enable social distancing.  And as for wearing a mask in a restaurant or bar... I suppose something like this will be OK...

As long as you stick to soup and cocktails, of course.

But there is another fundamental issue, I think.  I hear, and can almost understand, "nothing is worth one life" mantra whenever the easing of restrictions is considered and discussed.  However, unless there is a serious re-evaluation, re-assessment and re-arrangement of the funding to properly protect the actual at-risk people, then we are in danger of decimating huge swathes of our culture.

It doesn't stop at 'no more pubs'.  There'd likely be no more live music - not just sweaty, cramped, crazy rock gigs, but no more classical concerts... no more inspiring, fabulous live theatre, no more beautiful ballet at the other-worldy Royal Opera House (or indeed anywhere).  Restaurants, cool coffee houses, the cinema... you see, it just goes on and on.  We'd be stuck in a society with Amazon, Tesco/ASDA/Sainsbury's as our source of goods, and Netflix as our entertainment.

And it would be just here in the UK, as the rest of the world is taking the 'risk' (I'll use that term advisedly, as everything/anything in life can be a risk, which we judge individually and assess - a friend of mine can't swim, so guess what... she's chosen to never experience a canoeing adventure).

"Yes, but would you give up your life to save the Royal Opera House?" I can hear some people wondering.  Probably not willingly, but I don't think that is a plausible argument. Life is a lottery, you see, a spin of the roulette wheel.  Sometimes you come up black (sadly, as we age, the red and green are displaced by more and more black!).  So the question is, being fit and able, would I spin the wheel (it's a big bloody wheel, too, with 3,478 segments, only one of which is black for my age group)?  Yes, I think I would.  I'd still want a fucking plaque on the front of the Royal Opera House and a life-time seat on the grand tier, though, in recognition of my gamble (as it's the only time I'd get that), but it would be worth it.

Back in World War Two, 2.9 million brave people signed up to take a similar gamble to ensure our way of life could continue.  880,000 lost the gamble, and we thank them to this day, in memorial services around the country on Armistice Day.

We need some of that bravery now.  We need some leadership now, and some strong, positive decisions.  I want the vulnerable to be properly funded and protected so the rest of society can function.  I certainly don't want restrictions on who I can see or where I can go.  I don't want one-way systems in shops, events being closed, and bloody queueing to get in the god-forsaken supermarket.  I'm a girl that likes easy access and as little hassle as possible.

All of which brings me to today's photo.  Easy access.  See... how lovely does that look?  Now tell me you still want restrictions...

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Saturday, 13 June 2020

13th June 2020

High heels and very, very shiny stockings... and very probably a sheen of sexy post-fuck sweat and a scent of sex in the air.  I'd guess that I'd just enjoyed the company of a gentleman visitor, looking at this one.  Taken in a hotel room in Manchester back in March 2012. 

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Friday, 12 June 2020

12th June 2020

Back to Warwickshire today.  Another from my time at Ess&Emm in 2012.  Leather.  Lots of luxuriant leather for your delectation.  Leather corset, fetish boots from Natacha Marro, leather opera gloves and leather toys.  Lovely.

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Thursday, 11 June 2020

11th June 2020

Ah, who doesn't like high heels and stockings?  Actually, I've entertained a few gentlemen that definitely prefered the full naked option, but to me it always feels odd to be fucking with neither high heeled shoes or boots on.  Decidedly 'undressed', as it were.  And why not?  They make me feel sexy, and as for the gents, well, in-depth studies have been done that underline that men (generally) prefer women in high heels... either in images or real life.

John Updike, the classic American author, unstood the high heel attraction very well...“A woman’s beauty lies, not in any exaggeration of the specialized zones, nor in any general harmony that could be worked out by means of the sectio aurea or a similar aesthetic superstition; but in the arabesque of the spine.”  That's the lovely curve a woman has when she is balancing perfectly on stiletto heels.  Mmmm...

Christian Louboutin, the god of the sexy shoe, really gets it...
"Shoes are just a pedestal. What interests me is the power of the woman who wears them."
"A naked woman in heels is a beautiful thing. A naked man in shoes looks like a fool."
And of course... 
"A shoe has so much more to offer than just to walk."

Indeed... like fucking in, for instance.  Which brings me today's photo.  Taken in between gentlemen visitors in Decmeber 2011 at a hotel in Manchester.  Stockings, suspenders... and high heels.

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Wednesday, 10 June 2020

10th June 2020

Time passes quickly, it seems... outside of a lockdown, that is.

I was just looking through some old photos for one for today, and came across pictures from a memorable trip to Scotland to go swimming with seals around the Hebridean island of Coll, off the beautiful West Highland coast.  That was in June 2017, but the memories make me feel as though it was yesterday.

In the many photos I took over the break, I found a photo that I've never used before.  Not sure why not (even if it is just a snapshot), but I can remember it was taken in my hotel room in Glenrothes.

I also remember glorious breakfasts at the nearby The Pillars Of Hercules, still.  I need to go back - more wonderful food, and get some more sexy photos.  In the meantime, if you are feeling a bit ravenous, have a taste of this...

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Tuesday, 9 June 2020

9th June 2020

Back in the razzle-dazzle 1980s, my mother usually watched Dynasty instead of Dallas.  There were media arguments about the merits of both.  One thing was certain, though - either show could not have been made in any other era.

Crass, often unintentionally funny, bizarre plots that rarely made any sense ("how did these stupid people become rich?" I often thought), over-the-top, that thin pearlescent of 'style' - the kind of 'style' that usually coats the garish interiors of the mega-yachts of the world's rich, but the shows were often entertaining.

Dallas of course had the greatest "we've run out of ideas, now what?" car-crash plot, when Bobby Ewing, supposedly dead for a series or so, made a miraculous return and viewers found out that Bobby's long death was "all just a dream" of wifey Pam.  The plot disaster means that only Lazarus has been brought back successfully from the dead... but then, he did have some help.

As we drift into the purgatory of the "semi-lockdown, we don't know what to advise anymore" state of the UK, I'm starting to wonder if I'm going to have my own 'Pammy' moment and wake up.

But probably not.

But going full circle and back to Dallas and Dynasty, it was all about the shoulder pads for the ladies.  In truth, only sexy-but-androgynous Grace Jones ever pulled off the big-shoulder look.  I had a go, too, in a borrowed latex catsuit for some long-forgotten night out in Manchester.  Unlike the post from the 7th June, though, I was decidedly behind the curve this time, as it was taken in 2006.

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Monday, 8 June 2020

8th June 2020

Following on from yesterday's post about masks and gloves, I thought I'd continue the health advice today.

We all understand the need for cleanliness these days, and it's important to get a good lathering of soapy, slippery suds.  Like in today's photo, for instance, taken from my trip to Harrogate in 2013.

Study it very closely and memorize it for the next time you are alone in the bathroom and need to lather and lube up.

You can thank me later.

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Sunday, 7 June 2020

7th June 2020

David Bowie was a genius.  Always culturally aware of what was going on, he would sniff out new ideas like a truffle-hound, adapt them and present them to the world, so remaining seemingly a step ahead of the curve and competition.  He did that for decades, creating timeless masterpeices for future generations to discover and delight in.

We can't all do that, of course, but sometimes we do have our moments.  Even me.

This was me, ahead of the curve in 2011 - mask and gloves, nine years in advance of the smoke and mirror theatrics of today.  I might wear this exact outfit to the supermarket the next time I go.

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Saturday, 6 June 2020

6th June 2020

As we head towards the height of summer, predictably the rains have returned to the UK.  As I sit typing, dark, ominous clouds congregate overhead (don't they know about 'social distancing'?) and rain lashes the windows.  Maybe summer is over and done, and we've skipped straight into Autumn, or are we still in Spring?  No-one knows... it's all a little 'Pythonesque' out there.

It's all a little cloudy, dark, ominous and 'Pythonesque' in the government, too, it seems.  We have fabulous new laws to abide to... unless you happen to be a government advisor or minister, of course, in which case you can do as you wish. 

It is now illegal to have sex with someone from outside your household... but unlikely they have the power to catch you 'in flagrante delicto'.  You can now have visitors to your home... as long as they stand outside.  They can walk through your house to get to your back garden, but once there the stupid 'social distancing' regulations (2 metres in UK, for the rest of the world/World Health Organisation guidelines it is 1 metre - trust us to have an especially belligerent virus here... we love to be different) still apply.  So NO HUGGING.  Visitors are now allowed to use the toilet inside the house... but there must not be, and I repeat MUST NOT BE, absolutely, unconditionally, do-not-even-think-about-doing-it, any SITTING ON THE SOFA.  I am sure that the state will need extra help in catching people breaking these laws, though.  Perhaps they could employ some informants.  Maybe they could get some advice from old Stasi operatives from communist-era East Germany, seeing as we seem to be heading for that kind of surveillance state.

Outside of the home, big mass gatherings seem to be OK... but do not gather to protest about the new intrusive laws - the state will probably arrest you for that one.

What we need is a bit of transparency in these dark stormy times.  Which got me to thinking about my old see-through PVC raincoat.  I loved the sheer perviness of it, but sadly it became discoloured over the years, so had to be thrown away.  I need to get another one, I think.  Today's photo is from a visit to Cholmondelely Castle in 2013... high-heeled boots, and just my PVC raincoat.  Completely naked underneath, much to the pleasure and unadulterated joy of a chap walking his dog who suddenly appeared from over a small crest and got a full-on view.  I did a little blog on this cold, windswept trip, and can't believe I forgot to mention the happy dogwalker!

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Friday, 5 June 2020

5th June 2020

There's a book by John Steinbeck, written in 1937, about two men in search of work in Depression-era California.  It is, of course, 'Of Mice And Men', the title taken from on old Burns poem that has the lines "The best laid plans of mice and men, Often go awry".

"Depression-era California?  What relevance has that time got to do with now?" I hear you ask.  Two things, I think.  The whole world is potentially looking at a similar downturn thanks to Cuntid 19, for one.

The other?  Well, my 'best laid plans' to finish my daily blogs today, after seventy of them, has changed.  Not especially 'gone awry', just... postponed.  With the government looking undecided with what to do next and what bizarre plans to introduce - like bizarre, nonsensical plans that allow masses to invade local beauty beaches in Cornwall, but mean you can't visit you family indoors - it looks like things aren't changing anytime soon.

It's all very confusing.  So, I'm going to continue until either 1) the lockdown is lifted, 2) I run out of suitable photos or 3) aliens invade/giant meteor strike/return of the dinosaurs/Earth gets sucked into a huge black hole/other catastrophe.

So, today, luscious latex lingerie and high heels. Taken in 2012 at a hotel in Manchester between gentleman visitors. 

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Thursday, 4 June 2020

4th June 2020

Another for the fishnet fetishists out there, today.  A lovely pair of tights with suitable access, when required.  From 2013, taken at my first 'working' apartment.  I still have the shoes and Agent Provocateur gloves (a gift from a lovely gentleman), but the tights no doubt got destroyed during either a) an energetic fun-filled night at a fetish club, or b) an energetic fun-filled bedroom session. 

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Wednesday, 3 June 2020

3rd June 2020

Another shot from my day out posing in Salford Quays.  Fortuitously a little breezy on the day, the light wind occasionally caught my thin cotton dress.  Sadly, getting a photo at the exact time wasn't easy, especially as there were families about - I was 'followed' for a while by a gentleman on a bicycle who was also waiting for the sneaky breeze to catch my dress and give him a flash of my panties and hold-ups.

Luckily, quite a few of the photos turned out quite well, I thought.

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Tuesday, 2 June 2020

2nd June 2020

Sheer loveliness today... tights and gloves, and shiny patent leather high heels.  From my 'Cirque' photo session in 2016.

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Monday, 1 June 2020

1st June 2020

It's starting to look like the beginning of the end as I start my tenth week of daily posts, so reaching post 70, on Friday (if my mathematics are correct) seems a good time to finish.  As I've said previously, I never really expected this crazy time to go on as long as it has, so seventy daily posts is a bigger number than I planned.  However, there are still photos left, so I still may throw in a few now and then for fun.  In the meantime, I'm hopeful that I may be out and about a bit, even if many events are still struggling to take place.  I still have my fingers crossed for events this coming Autumn, as I'm definitely in need of a party and some fun!

Today's photo is from the very recent past - taken one afternoon last week, in fact.  It seemed timely to post a recent one, given the slow return to normal... what ever that was/is/will be!

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