Face off

Chele has been very supportive of and complementary towards my content for a while but our interactions have been limited purely to Twitter until now.

We've finally managed to meet in the flesh now though as she accepted an invite to appear in a small shoot that I've been working on which will feature in an article that I'll be publishing on Monday.

Also, keep your eyes peeled for Chele's own blog that she will hopefully be launching in the coming months. If you've seen the sexy snippets that she's posted on Twitter then I'm sure you will be as excited as I am to see what she comes up with when not constrained by Twitter's restrictive character count. It promises to be hot as fuck!

No pictures please!

Why the grimace?

Whilst my facial expression here may suggest that someone is trying to force a massive buttplug into my tight ass, I can assure you that nothing of the sort is happening. I mean, look for yourself. You can clearly see that I am all alone in this photo.

The truth is, I don't know why I am grimacing so intensely while pole-dancing but it definitely is not because of anything being forced inside me.

A sexy way to burn those Easter calories

You know, It's funny how somethings turn out. Take yesterday for instance. After completing our egg hunt, Amanda was gagging to go to Sin to do some poledancing. I'm pretty sure that she just wanted to show off in the bunny outfit that she had rented for the day. Can't blame her for wanting to get her money's worth out of it.

It also wasn't the worst idea in the world though. After all, poledancing is a great way to burn some calories and stay in shape. Perfect for days like Easter when we all have a tendency to slightly over-indulge in chocolatey treats.

But I'm digressing, so back to the point that I'm trying to make...

It's funny how she was the one who dragged me along to do some poledancing, but it was me that actually ended doing it. Ok, she did join in eventually, but for the most part, it was me that was twirling my body round a pole in front of a packed out Sin Club while she danced around behind me. I just kept telling myself to think of all that chocolate that I was working off by doing so.

She did join in after a bit though. And it wasn't too long after that that her bunny top found itself being flung into the crowd as she liberated her tits from its restrictive confines (they are not the most comfortable outfits, I will admit).

I assume that she managed to retrieve said top since she was wearing it again when I caught up with her later in the day, still eager to make the most of her rental.

Amanda watches bums?

Has Amanda turned the tables on me and now started watching my bum? It would certainly appear so based on this evidence!

I suppose it brings an entirely new meaning to the phrase "Amanda's Bum Watch" depending on where you choose to put the emphasis in the sentence. Is it now a watch of Amanda's bum? Or is it a bum watch held by Amanda? Who can say...

A Sin renaissance

Once upon a time, Sin Club was THE place find me. One of the stools there practically had my name on it. However, over the last few years, I've barely been back. And when I have, its been a bit dead in there. I mean, you'll see a few regular faces in there. Peeps who seem to literally never leave the place. But not many other patrons beside them and very little in the way of any atmosphere.

So when Amanda invited me to go for a bop with her at Sin, I was quite taken aback by how busy the place was. It was absolutely heaving. I honestly cannot recall the last time I saw it so packed in there. And that made me happy inside because, although I rarely visit these days, I'll always have a soft spot for the place and I'm glad to see it doing well.

Table service at Sin

3 gents enjoying a sensual table dance in Sin. Not really much more to say than that so I won't bother.

Sin Club open all hours

Sin is heaving tonight. So much for social distancing.

Uncomfortably close in Sin Club

You can just see the anger and annoyance radiating off this Sin punter as this pair of fuckers intrude on his personal space while... well, fucking. Clearly either too polite or too embarrassed to say anything. But he is not a happy bunny about having a sweaty women lean on him while she gets ploughed. Probably not too thrilled about getting a sweaty man-ass pumping back and forth in his face either. Can't say I blame him.

Personal space?

So I was perched in Sin, as I often am, when my phone beeped and I looked down to check the message I had just received. When I looked up again, this was the view that I was confronted with...

Initially, I was somewhat annoyed that they were basically invading my personal space with their sexual antics (I can't say for sure, but I don't think this was a sexy show for Sin's patrons to enjoy), but then I was just impressed at how quickly and stealthily they had managed to get down to business.

Happy Birthday to me

Birthdays have tended to be such a let down in recent years so this year I'm setting expectations low. Very low. Sin it is then.

Cheap and nasty

You know its a cheap and nasty dress when it turns your hair a different colour because the colouring starts rubbing off!

It's chilly out

Brrrrr, sounds like snow is on its way. I've already gotten wrapped up nice and warm in preapration for when the bitter chill arrives but Amanda still seems quite content to ride it out in her t-shirt and jeans. Probably because she is a northern lass and its pretty much like any other day for them.

Sin exhibitionists out in force

Distractions in Sin

I was doing my best to help Amanda do the Economist's 2018 Quiz (the questions were based far too much on American things for us English folk to stand much of a chance...) but something going on behind us kept distracting me from giving the questions my full attention...

Random fucking in Sin Club

Sometimes I don’t even need to go looking for sexy action to photograph, Sometimes I’m just sitting there and it finds me instead.