14/06: Cosmic Dancer
I love the World Cup, it's helped my get over my irritation at the election result.
I've always, since I can remember, loved it, it even ruined my A-Levels back in '86 - watching Denmark thrash Uruguay 6-1 in the early hours of the morning before one of my Physics exams.
I used to love all the different footballing styles clashing, and all the players I'd not heard of before. These days most of the players play in Europe and I know most of them so it's not quite the same, still love it though.
Anyway, some of you may recall I mentioned that I sometime have a massage to easy my stiff back, and that due to being a bit stupid (see the boards for the story) I ended up being naked which she worked her magic.
Well last week I had another appointment booked. Before I went I had a look on her website and noticed she did various massage techniques (Swedish, Bowen technique, etc...) and then I noticed something called 'Tantic Healing Massage'. Interesting I thought, and decided to ask her about it when I got there.
The conversation when a bit like this.
'Hello, what are you having today then?'
'Well before we start can I enquire about the Tantric Healing Massage?'
'Oh, you want one of those do you?'
'Er, yes ok.'
'Right get undressed and onto the table then. Do you want any oils?'
So I had a Tantric Healing Massage – which I have to say was fantastic – lots of talks about colours and chakras, which I was half asleep for, but there was one part of me that wasn't asleep at all – It was fully erect for the whole time.
At the end she did, well lets say, work on the unsleeping part. And despite popular belief I did manage a spurt or two, in fact hit myself on the face, which made both of us laugh!
Last Saturday I was in London for the World Naked Bike Ride. I'll blog about that this week but unfortunately I could only do part of it as I needed to get back home to meet friends to watch the England game. Shouldn't have bothered rushing back really.
Have I told you how much I hate the World Cup?
I've always, since I can remember, loved it, it even ruined my A-Levels back in '86 - watching Denmark thrash Uruguay 6-1 in the early hours of the morning before one of my Physics exams.
I used to love all the different footballing styles clashing, and all the players I'd not heard of before. These days most of the players play in Europe and I know most of them so it's not quite the same, still love it though.
Anyway, some of you may recall I mentioned that I sometime have a massage to easy my stiff back, and that due to being a bit stupid (see the boards for the story) I ended up being naked which she worked her magic.
Well last week I had another appointment booked. Before I went I had a look on her website and noticed she did various massage techniques (Swedish, Bowen technique, etc...) and then I noticed something called 'Tantic Healing Massage'. Interesting I thought, and decided to ask her about it when I got there.
The conversation when a bit like this.
'Hello, what are you having today then?'
'Well before we start can I enquire about the Tantric Healing Massage?'
'Oh, you want one of those do you?'
'Er, yes ok.'
'Right get undressed and onto the table then. Do you want any oils?'
So I had a Tantric Healing Massage – which I have to say was fantastic – lots of talks about colours and chakras, which I was half asleep for, but there was one part of me that wasn't asleep at all – It was fully erect for the whole time.
At the end she did, well lets say, work on the unsleeping part. And despite popular belief I did manage a spurt or two, in fact hit myself on the face, which made both of us laugh!
Last Saturday I was in London for the World Naked Bike Ride. I'll blog about that this week but unfortunately I could only do part of it as I needed to get back home to meet friends to watch the England game. Shouldn't have bothered rushing back really.
Have I told you how much I hate the World Cup?
11/05: My Country
Tell all the people who believe
what they read in the press
tell all the folk who stare
from behind suburban walls
the enemy is not some nation far across the sea
the enemy is with us every single breathing day.
So yes,i will fight for my country
the land that i love so well
yes - for justice
a land fit for all our futures
yes,i will fight for my country
the land that i love so well
hear the voices
of our history echo all around.
Fight all the ones who divide us
rich against poor
fight all the ones who divide us
white against black
fight all the powers who want their missiles
in our earth
fight all the people who would
lead us into war.
And yes,i will fight for my country...
No rights were ever given to us
by the grace of god
no rights were ever given
by some United Nations clause
no rights were ever given
by some nice guy at the top
our rights - they were bought by all the blood
and all the tears of all our
grandmothers,grandfathers before.
For all the folk who gave their lives for us
for all the folk who spit out - never say die
for all the fires burning on our highest hills
for all the people spinning tales tonight
fight all the powers who abuse our common laws
fight all the powers who think they only owe themselves.
And yes,i will fight for my country...
what they read in the press
tell all the folk who stare
from behind suburban walls
the enemy is not some nation far across the sea
the enemy is with us every single breathing day.
So yes,i will fight for my country
the land that i love so well
yes - for justice
a land fit for all our futures
yes,i will fight for my country
the land that i love so well
hear the voices
of our history echo all around.
Fight all the ones who divide us
rich against poor
fight all the ones who divide us
white against black
fight all the powers who want their missiles
in our earth
fight all the people who would
lead us into war.
And yes,i will fight for my country...
No rights were ever given to us
by the grace of god
no rights were ever given
by some United Nations clause
no rights were ever given
by some nice guy at the top
our rights - they were bought by all the blood
and all the tears of all our
grandmothers,grandfathers before.
For all the folk who gave their lives for us
for all the folk who spit out - never say die
for all the fires burning on our highest hills
for all the people spinning tales tonight
fight all the powers who abuse our common laws
fight all the powers who think they only owe themselves.
And yes,i will fight for my country...
07/03: Million Dollar Bash
(Well a hundred quid anyway...)
A couple of weeks ago I did a clip shoot for another site (that I won't mention).
There were four guys in total as there were multiple clips being shot, one of them had done work for them before but the rest of us were new.
We had a quick tour around the studio, seeing the various sets and then the first guy (who'd flown in from Edinburgh for it) was taken in to do his scene.
Soon after the lady who organised it asked myself and the other newbie 'Who's got the smallest cock then?' which, though not strange in the context of what was happen still came as a bit of a shock.
5” I said and the other guy said about 6”. She then announced that the other guy would be filmed next then, so I went off for a bit of lunch.
When it was finally my turn to be filmed it turned out that I would be doing a cock comparing scene with the guy that they had used before.
We walked into the studio and meet the three ladies and the two male crew. The cameraman set the scene – I would be the husband of one of the ladies (I actually recognised here from some CFNM clips I had watched) and she'd hint that I had a little cock. Another of the ladies would say that her boyfriend had a big one and she'd get him to show the others, prompting my wife to convince me to show mine.
Before the actual filming a set of still photographs is taken depicting the scene.
During this my 'wife' had to get me hard. She commented 'Oh I've got a think one here! Oh I shouldn't really say that should I!'
So ha! I say. And ha! Again.
Unless she was referring to my lack of intellectual like qualities. Oh.
Then the filming started. I have to say at this point I think it would have been better to know the theme for the scene half an hour or so before so, as it wasn't scripted at all, you'd have chance to think of things to say.
The filming went as expected but embarrassingly at the end I couldn't manage to come. They stopped filming and gave me a few minutes to try – during which time the three ladies encouraged me – and by encourage I mean on of them got on top of me and put her breasts over my face and the other two groped and stroked me. I have to say I've never had the attention of three (or even two) ladies and it was rather pleasant. Rather pleasant indeed.
It also worked and we all got back into positions and shot to end the shoot.
At the end the lady who was my 'wife' said it was a bit miscast as I wasn't that much smaller than the other guy and it would have been better if the second chap (who had said he was 6”) would have been in this one. So it appears that guys still lie about there cock size even when it will be revealed in a few minutes anyway.
All in all a fun time and I hope we can get some clips going here soon.
A couple of weeks ago I did a clip shoot for another site (that I won't mention).
There were four guys in total as there were multiple clips being shot, one of them had done work for them before but the rest of us were new.
We had a quick tour around the studio, seeing the various sets and then the first guy (who'd flown in from Edinburgh for it) was taken in to do his scene.
Soon after the lady who organised it asked myself and the other newbie 'Who's got the smallest cock then?' which, though not strange in the context of what was happen still came as a bit of a shock.
5” I said and the other guy said about 6”. She then announced that the other guy would be filmed next then, so I went off for a bit of lunch.
When it was finally my turn to be filmed it turned out that I would be doing a cock comparing scene with the guy that they had used before.
We walked into the studio and meet the three ladies and the two male crew. The cameraman set the scene – I would be the husband of one of the ladies (I actually recognised here from some CFNM clips I had watched) and she'd hint that I had a little cock. Another of the ladies would say that her boyfriend had a big one and she'd get him to show the others, prompting my wife to convince me to show mine.
Before the actual filming a set of still photographs is taken depicting the scene.
During this my 'wife' had to get me hard. She commented 'Oh I've got a think one here! Oh I shouldn't really say that should I!'
So ha! I say. And ha! Again.
Unless she was referring to my lack of intellectual like qualities. Oh.
Then the filming started. I have to say at this point I think it would have been better to know the theme for the scene half an hour or so before so, as it wasn't scripted at all, you'd have chance to think of things to say.
The filming went as expected but embarrassingly at the end I couldn't manage to come. They stopped filming and gave me a few minutes to try – during which time the three ladies encouraged me – and by encourage I mean on of them got on top of me and put her breasts over my face and the other two groped and stroked me. I have to say I've never had the attention of three (or even two) ladies and it was rather pleasant. Rather pleasant indeed.
It also worked and we all got back into positions and shot to end the shoot.
At the end the lady who was my 'wife' said it was a bit miscast as I wasn't that much smaller than the other guy and it would have been better if the second chap (who had said he was 6”) would have been in this one. So it appears that guys still lie about there cock size even when it will be revealed in a few minutes anyway.
All in all a fun time and I hope we can get some clips going here soon.
Well this one's been a long time in the making.
Truth is December is usually a bit hectic with office parties, a couple of friends birthdays, Christmas meals, Christmas and new year.
When I say hectic I of course mean too drunk to do anything constructive.
Then in January the company I work for announced it was going to make just over a third of the workforce redundant and was going to go through a process of evaluating everybody so they could make the decision of who to get rid of.
I've not really gone through this before and I have to say I've found it very mentally draining, even though I pretty much knew from the start I was safe – seeing friends and colleagues going through it and then being told they have been made redundant isn't pleasant.
It's mostly over now but the atmosphere at work is still shite. Oh well I only spend about 30 percent of my waking hours there...
Anyway the other reason I've not blogged is because I've done chuff all interesting.
However this week things are looking up. I'm doing another video shoot on Thursday, and have another penciled in for the end of the month, and a return to a ball busting play party that I went to last year in early march.
Plus, and most strangely for me, I have a date on Tuesday evening.
Oh and I bought a breadmaker.
Truth is December is usually a bit hectic with office parties, a couple of friends birthdays, Christmas meals, Christmas and new year.
When I say hectic I of course mean too drunk to do anything constructive.
Then in January the company I work for announced it was going to make just over a third of the workforce redundant and was going to go through a process of evaluating everybody so they could make the decision of who to get rid of.
I've not really gone through this before and I have to say I've found it very mentally draining, even though I pretty much knew from the start I was safe – seeing friends and colleagues going through it and then being told they have been made redundant isn't pleasant.
It's mostly over now but the atmosphere at work is still shite. Oh well I only spend about 30 percent of my waking hours there...
Anyway the other reason I've not blogged is because I've done chuff all interesting.
However this week things are looking up. I'm doing another video shoot on Thursday, and have another penciled in for the end of the month, and a return to a ball busting play party that I went to last year in early march.
Plus, and most strangely for me, I have a date on Tuesday evening.
Oh and I bought a breadmaker.
01/12: Youth
My mother has recently found an interest in family history, and in her searchings she has undercovered a few photos from my youth, so I thought I share them with the world.
I present them here in chronological order, first from when I was around 2 I think (note this is so old it's not even in colour), what were they thinking of when they dressed me in that, no wonder I look so miserable...
In this next one I am, I assume, a year or so older, nice shorts I think.
There is some jump now to a school photo from my middle school, around 10 years old I think, I vaguely remember having this one taken, I was playing football when they called us in for it, and having a name that comes early in the alphabet I was at the start and still cream crackered.
I'm 12 in the next one, end of the middle school, never have been able to smile properly.
And lastly this one is when I was in the sixth form, aged 17 I think, the school fate where we did a float where we dressed (as best we could) as hippies, for a reason that escapes me now.
Well that's much more embarrassing than pictures with my dinkle out, so there won't be any more of these.
I present them here in chronological order, first from when I was around 2 I think (note this is so old it's not even in colour), what were they thinking of when they dressed me in that, no wonder I look so miserable...
In this next one I am, I assume, a year or so older, nice shorts I think.
There is some jump now to a school photo from my middle school, around 10 years old I think, I vaguely remember having this one taken, I was playing football when they called us in for it, and having a name that comes early in the alphabet I was at the start and still cream crackered.
I'm 12 in the next one, end of the middle school, never have been able to smile properly.
And lastly this one is when I was in the sixth form, aged 17 I think, the school fate where we did a float where we dressed (as best we could) as hippies, for a reason that escapes me now.
Well that's much more embarrassing than pictures with my dinkle out, so there won't be any more of these.
18/11: Find a Little Wood
I promised I'd blog about something that happened a few Fridays ago, so a bit delayed here goes...
Through a few foolish actions I ended up, on the afore mentioned Friday morning, in a small film studio near Nottingham, about to be shoot in a femdom video.
I was rather nervous.
There were seven people there altogether, the female star and her boyfriend, two guys who were the film crew, the owner of the studio, a young guy who was to be in a video too and myself. Both he and I hadn't done anything like this before. She expected a couple of other guys to show up but they didn't - fairly common occurrence I was told.
The studio itself was quite good I thought, to be honest I've not seen any others, but he had made several little sets for filming on - an office, a bedroom, a stable, a sitting room area, a burnt out house, and another couple that I can't remember.
There wasn't really a script to follow, the lady had a few ideas and she tailored them to the studio.
The other guy was up first - his scene was in the sitting room, with a slight difference to yours I imagine (although...) - this one had a 8' high cage in it - he was naked in the cage, he displeased her, she got angry and the ball busting and spanking started.
After that had been shot we all congratulated him and then had a bit to eat. Then it was my scene.
This was in the bedroom. She was on the bed, I was kneeling naked beside the bed. Similar type of thing - I displeased her, she wasn't happy, she hit me a bit, got me onto the bed, spanked me with a paddle, then turned me over and gave my privates a bit of a battering. All in all it lasted about a quarter of an hour and I have to admit I was quite battered after it - she can certainly hit!
Afterwards I noticed that my dinkle was rather bruised, in fact it was turning a nice shade of black on the one side and swelling a bit. I showed it to her and she said 'Oh, I've finished him off haven't I!'
We both agreed that I probably better not do another scene - I probably couldn't take another battering and my dinkle wouldn't look that great on film (no smart comments there please!).
The other guy did another one - an office scene - his sales figures were bad, she was his boss and was going to sack him, he pleaded with her that he needed the job and he'd do anything - she smiled and told him to remove his trousers and then the spanking began.
We all had a cup of tea and then went home. Very civilised.
I was out from work in the evening - someones leaving do. I got a little too drunk and in the last bar we were in a small group of us, just three - myself, another guy and a lady got chatting. Someone, probably me said 'What's the dirtiest thing you've ever done?'
The guy said 'Well the last girlfriend I had like me to strangle her as we did it.' This came as a slight shock to us - he comes across as very straight laced. (In fact the lady admitted to me afterwards that she always assumed he'd never had sex at all...)
She then said she'd not done nothing like that - all very normal.
I didn't want to appear to perverse, but being drunk couldn't really think of anything slightly dirty but normalish, so I prevaricated for a bit. She then asked a few questions like 'What about anal?' to which I sort of half answered. Then, out of the blue, she said 'Have you even been in a porno?' which I thought was a strange question, but clearly my eyes gave me away 'You have haven't you!'
'Er, yes, I may have been in one today to be honest...' (I hate cider!)
'Oh my god!' followed by much laughter and then questions about it. I avoided telling them too much I think.
On the Monday she asked me again and I admitted it was true and went as far as to say that the lady was in PVC and I was naked in it - she still talks to me so she can't have been too shocked by it.
Through a few foolish actions I ended up, on the afore mentioned Friday morning, in a small film studio near Nottingham, about to be shoot in a femdom video.
I was rather nervous.
There were seven people there altogether, the female star and her boyfriend, two guys who were the film crew, the owner of the studio, a young guy who was to be in a video too and myself. Both he and I hadn't done anything like this before. She expected a couple of other guys to show up but they didn't - fairly common occurrence I was told.
The studio itself was quite good I thought, to be honest I've not seen any others, but he had made several little sets for filming on - an office, a bedroom, a stable, a sitting room area, a burnt out house, and another couple that I can't remember.
There wasn't really a script to follow, the lady had a few ideas and she tailored them to the studio.
The other guy was up first - his scene was in the sitting room, with a slight difference to yours I imagine (although...) - this one had a 8' high cage in it - he was naked in the cage, he displeased her, she got angry and the ball busting and spanking started.
After that had been shot we all congratulated him and then had a bit to eat. Then it was my scene.
This was in the bedroom. She was on the bed, I was kneeling naked beside the bed. Similar type of thing - I displeased her, she wasn't happy, she hit me a bit, got me onto the bed, spanked me with a paddle, then turned me over and gave my privates a bit of a battering. All in all it lasted about a quarter of an hour and I have to admit I was quite battered after it - she can certainly hit!
Afterwards I noticed that my dinkle was rather bruised, in fact it was turning a nice shade of black on the one side and swelling a bit. I showed it to her and she said 'Oh, I've finished him off haven't I!'
We both agreed that I probably better not do another scene - I probably couldn't take another battering and my dinkle wouldn't look that great on film (no smart comments there please!).
The other guy did another one - an office scene - his sales figures were bad, she was his boss and was going to sack him, he pleaded with her that he needed the job and he'd do anything - she smiled and told him to remove his trousers and then the spanking began.
We all had a cup of tea and then went home. Very civilised.
I was out from work in the evening - someones leaving do. I got a little too drunk and in the last bar we were in a small group of us, just three - myself, another guy and a lady got chatting. Someone, probably me said 'What's the dirtiest thing you've ever done?'
The guy said 'Well the last girlfriend I had like me to strangle her as we did it.' This came as a slight shock to us - he comes across as very straight laced. (In fact the lady admitted to me afterwards that she always assumed he'd never had sex at all...)
She then said she'd not done nothing like that - all very normal.
I didn't want to appear to perverse, but being drunk couldn't really think of anything slightly dirty but normalish, so I prevaricated for a bit. She then asked a few questions like 'What about anal?' to which I sort of half answered. Then, out of the blue, she said 'Have you even been in a porno?' which I thought was a strange question, but clearly my eyes gave me away 'You have haven't you!'
'Er, yes, I may have been in one today to be honest...' (I hate cider!)
'Oh my god!' followed by much laughter and then questions about it. I avoided telling them too much I think.
On the Monday she asked me again and I admitted it was true and went as far as to say that the lady was in PVC and I was naked in it - she still talks to me so she can't have been too shocked by it.
25/10: Summer Holiday
Haven't blogged for ages, meant too when I came back off holiday but didn't get around to it, then I meant to on Friday after I did something that's sort of bloggable but didn't.
So what have I been up to? Well not much really. I went on holiday to Crete for a couple of weeks back in September. Group of three of us, stayed in the same Villa that we had five years ago. Crete is full of cats, they are everywhere. The information you get when you arrive at the villa says not to feed the cats, but it's kind of hard not to when you are there. Five years ago there was a black cat we took a shine to, we named him squeaky as that was the noise he made, I hoped to see him again but I guess wild cats don't live that long and he wasn't around.
This time there was a very young, cute black and white cat, who we named noisy, as she was. I say she but we didn't really know what sex it was until a ginger tom came around and they indulged in some foreplay and then the intercourses. Mind you I suppose they could have been a bit gay, or even a bit experimental...
There are some nudist beaches in Crete but they were all a bit too far from where we were so I had to find a secluded beach to do a bit of all over tanning.
Some pictures now of the view from the villa, noisy, one of me naked with burnt chest and stomach by the pool (well I had to - sorry!) and lastly of the sunset on the last evening.
I'm now running late so I'll blog about what I did last Friday soon.
So what have I been up to? Well not much really. I went on holiday to Crete for a couple of weeks back in September. Group of three of us, stayed in the same Villa that we had five years ago. Crete is full of cats, they are everywhere. The information you get when you arrive at the villa says not to feed the cats, but it's kind of hard not to when you are there. Five years ago there was a black cat we took a shine to, we named him squeaky as that was the noise he made, I hoped to see him again but I guess wild cats don't live that long and he wasn't around.
This time there was a very young, cute black and white cat, who we named noisy, as she was. I say she but we didn't really know what sex it was until a ginger tom came around and they indulged in some foreplay and then the intercourses. Mind you I suppose they could have been a bit gay, or even a bit experimental...
There are some nudist beaches in Crete but they were all a bit too far from where we were so I had to find a secluded beach to do a bit of all over tanning.
Some pictures now of the view from the villa, noisy, one of me naked with burnt chest and stomach by the pool (well I had to - sorry!) and lastly of the sunset on the last evening.
I'm now running late so I'll blog about what I did last Friday soon.
I spent the weekend on my friends stag do in Cardiff.
Not sure why we chose Cardiff, normally we go abroad for a stag do, but he didn't fancy that so we went 'sort of' abroad.
I'd not been to Cardiff before and I have to say it's quite pleasant, especially around the bay area.
We arrived on the Saturday and after checking in to the hotel found the first pub, which wasn't too hard as it was just over the road, and went in. The Golden Cross - looked like a traditional turn of the 19th century pub, probably going to be a bit spit and sawdust inside we thought, maybe a bit dark and dingy, but it was the first pub.
Once we got inside it was much more colourful than we imagined - rainbow banners, ballons, signs stating that it was a Mardi Gras weekend in there, barman had painted purple fingernails - ah - after we'd ordered a few of the drinks it clicked - the first pub of the stag do was a gay bar - hope that doesn't bode badly for the stag...
Not a bad bar though, in fact the stag and one of the others had the last pint of the weekend there (I was off with another of the party trying to find a strip club, which we failed - the one we knew about was closed - reminds me of my youth spent holidaying in Wales - the closed bit not the strip club).
(One of the drag acts that was on in the pub had a great name I thought - Wilma Fingadoo)
At the end of the first evening we stepped out of the club* we were in into the Cardiff night it was like an alcohol bomb had gone off whilst we were inside - total devestation, we were stepping over bodies just lying there in the street. I thought Broad Street in Birmingham was bad but it had nothing on this.
The young ladies of Cardiff do like a nice short skirt I did notice though.
I got the stag a Monkey suit to wear for the weekend (Monkey is his nickname) but he wouldn't do it - boo! Also meant we could wear the T-Shirts I had done 'Feel Free To Spank My Monkey' as it would have been a bit out of context.
Altogether a good weekend though, I'm still not totally recovered, far too old for that sort of thing these days.
*Flares - I have to say Cheeky Vimto is a rather nice drink - usually the disadvantage of having a 'youth' with you is the terrible drinks they buy you all, which indeed was the case the next night, but this had a very nice flavour.
Not sure why we chose Cardiff, normally we go abroad for a stag do, but he didn't fancy that so we went 'sort of' abroad.
I'd not been to Cardiff before and I have to say it's quite pleasant, especially around the bay area.
We arrived on the Saturday and after checking in to the hotel found the first pub, which wasn't too hard as it was just over the road, and went in. The Golden Cross - looked like a traditional turn of the 19th century pub, probably going to be a bit spit and sawdust inside we thought, maybe a bit dark and dingy, but it was the first pub.
Once we got inside it was much more colourful than we imagined - rainbow banners, ballons, signs stating that it was a Mardi Gras weekend in there, barman had painted purple fingernails - ah - after we'd ordered a few of the drinks it clicked - the first pub of the stag do was a gay bar - hope that doesn't bode badly for the stag...
Not a bad bar though, in fact the stag and one of the others had the last pint of the weekend there (I was off with another of the party trying to find a strip club, which we failed - the one we knew about was closed - reminds me of my youth spent holidaying in Wales - the closed bit not the strip club).
(One of the drag acts that was on in the pub had a great name I thought - Wilma Fingadoo)
At the end of the first evening we stepped out of the club* we were in into the Cardiff night it was like an alcohol bomb had gone off whilst we were inside - total devestation, we were stepping over bodies just lying there in the street. I thought Broad Street in Birmingham was bad but it had nothing on this.
The young ladies of Cardiff do like a nice short skirt I did notice though.
I got the stag a Monkey suit to wear for the weekend (Monkey is his nickname) but he wouldn't do it - boo! Also meant we could wear the T-Shirts I had done 'Feel Free To Spank My Monkey' as it would have been a bit out of context.
Altogether a good weekend though, I'm still not totally recovered, far too old for that sort of thing these days.
*Flares - I have to say Cheeky Vimto is a rather nice drink - usually the disadvantage of having a 'youth' with you is the terrible drinks they buy you all, which indeed was the case the next night, but this had a very nice flavour.
19/08: Don't Be Shy
Last weekend I was at Cropredy, which is a small village near Banbury that happens to host Fairport Conventions annual music festival.
I adore the Cropredy weekend - with friends, sitting in a field, drinking cider listening to live music - wonderful.
No wonder I've been going since 1986.
Some of the people who we meet up with there we only see at Cropredy and it's good to see them, my year wouldn't be the same without it.
It was very hot this year and I burnt nicely - I did wear a hat but discovered that it doesn't protect your face that much, so I've had a peeling face and nose this week.
Nothing sexual to report - the only odd thing was that I seem to have gotten used to being naked a little too much and in the middle of the night I needed something from the car so I got out of my tent, opened the boot and started looking, only then to realise I hadn't got a stitch on. It was quite late and I don't think anyone noticed, but odd that I didn't even think about it.
One of the best things about Cropredy is the acts that you see there, sometimes on the bill and sometimes special guests of Fairport.
Over the years I've seen Procul Harum, Robert Plant, Roy Wood, 10cc and a host of others that I can't remember at the moment. But this year one of the special guests was someone I never thought I'd get to see - Yusef (formerly known as Cat Stevens) - and he was bloody marverlous!
I'll leave you with this link to him doing his encore.
I adore the Cropredy weekend - with friends, sitting in a field, drinking cider listening to live music - wonderful.
No wonder I've been going since 1986.
Some of the people who we meet up with there we only see at Cropredy and it's good to see them, my year wouldn't be the same without it.
It was very hot this year and I burnt nicely - I did wear a hat but discovered that it doesn't protect your face that much, so I've had a peeling face and nose this week.
Nothing sexual to report - the only odd thing was that I seem to have gotten used to being naked a little too much and in the middle of the night I needed something from the car so I got out of my tent, opened the boot and started looking, only then to realise I hadn't got a stitch on. It was quite late and I don't think anyone noticed, but odd that I didn't even think about it.
One of the best things about Cropredy is the acts that you see there, sometimes on the bill and sometimes special guests of Fairport.
Over the years I've seen Procul Harum, Robert Plant, Roy Wood, 10cc and a host of others that I can't remember at the moment. But this year one of the special guests was someone I never thought I'd get to see - Yusef (formerly known as Cat Stevens) - and he was bloody marverlous!
I'll leave you with this link to him doing his encore.
09/08: From Under the Covers
Just a quick repsonse to the comments on my last blog.
Shorter skirt - yes I can see that would help - if I get to do a fancy dress evening again I may well try that.
Moisturising Cream - another good call I think, though I doubt my nipple tweaks were nearly as thorough as the ones I've heard you've been party too. A member here has recommended the same for another sensitive part that he likes to have 'dealt with' on occassions (those occassions seem to be whenever his is awake...)
Unky Gaz - Thank you, though I'm sure you have worn similar, and probably more revealing, things out in the past.
Dawnie - A good by product of the choice of costume was that I could get to look at a lot of images of Linda Carter! :) And yes you are right it's time for a panty check...
And the back...
Shorter skirt - yes I can see that would help - if I get to do a fancy dress evening again I may well try that.
Moisturising Cream - another good call I think, though I doubt my nipple tweaks were nearly as thorough as the ones I've heard you've been party too. A member here has recommended the same for another sensitive part that he likes to have 'dealt with' on occassions (those occassions seem to be whenever his is awake...)
Unky Gaz - Thank you, though I'm sure you have worn similar, and probably more revealing, things out in the past.
Dawnie - A good by product of the choice of costume was that I could get to look at a lot of images of Linda Carter! :) And yes you are right it's time for a panty check...
And the back...