Cassie, Musings of a Cheshire Tart

It looks like the hot summer we have all been wishing for has arrived or has it?

Do you remember the summers when at midday the skies were so blue, the air motionless and you could hear crisp rasp of dry grass under your feet.  All is quiet apart for the odd cricket. The heat of the sun would make your skin feel dry and warm and radiate deep to your core.

Where have those days gone? These days a hot sunny day is always a sticky muggy affair and a thunderstorm is never far away. When they told us 20 years ago that global warming would affect the UK, I welcomed it, unfortunately I missed or possibly consciously blocked out the part about the increase in humidity.

I’m not sure what it is, but I just don’t like to feel sweaty and sticky – at least not without good reason. I mean after a workout, a hot session or the sauna, not a problem, jump in a cool shower and all is well, not so on a muggy day, step out of the shower, towel off and you start dripping again before you can apply moisturiser.

Not really the best likeness, lol

So here I am naked and cross legged on the floor in my lounge, the windows are wide open and the artificial gale force wind blowing my hair all over the place is coming from a 40 inch fan next to me. Oh dear, apart from my hair I must look like some fat, little Buddha.

Hehehe, all I need is someone to worship me and feed me ice-cream.

Oh well, one can dream!

I was undecided whether to publish this post or not, but here goes …
Michael Jackson was one of the big heros of my youth and his musical talent and genius makes him a legend, however he was also a very disturbed individual. The question I often ask is: “Without the musical success and million grossing income, would he have been this messed up?”

The early half of the eighties was my D-I-S-C-O period, I have always loved to dance and still do. God, I remember being bowled over by a guy who mimed to PTY for me and Thriller still features in my top 10 albums. 

Michael Jackson has certainly touched my life, but not dominated it and after Bad I started to lose interest a bit, but he was never completly off my radar and I losely followed the development of this child genius to a musically brilliant but lonely, disturbed man all my life. 

I don’t know if he was guilty of the crimes he was accused of or if he simply was a very sad man who was trying to live the childhood he missed out on, through those little boys. We often see evil in the things we cannot understand and it is human nature to mistrust actions and behaviour we cannot rationalise . If he is guilty it is maddening that he escaped punishment, if he is innocent it is a shame he was so missunderstood and I for one don’t feel I know enough to stand in judgement.

Genius tends to come with a price and so does fame and money. Look at autism, sufferers all have a special talent and a large number of the best comedians and entertainers suffered from clinical depression.
Michael cannot have had a carefree childhood performing and touring with his family and later his growing success and celebrity must have separated him from normal youths and their lives and this isolation will have continued through out his adult life.
Looking at the mutilations the star put himself through scream to me of a plea for acceptance and a search for normalcy. He desperately wanted to conform to the image of what is attractive, the all american kid – not the arfo american wunderkind.
He wanted to be loved and accepted as a person, but how could he really know if people were nice to him because they liked him or just because of who he was and his wealth. I often wonder if he sought out the company of young children, because they are not yet influenced by such motivations.

Well, whatever I think of the person Michael, his talent enriched my life and his untimely demise is a great loss for the music world.
                                              

The way I rememeber Michael

Thank you for the music Michael,

                      RIP x  

I am camera shy, very, very camera shy.
It’s not that I’ve fallen out of the ugly tree, but I don’t think I am photogenic and think I am so much more attractive in the flesh. So whenever a camera used to make an appearance I’d either hide in the crowd or be the one behind it taking the pictures. As I have got older I have lost a bit of that shyness when it comes to group shots with my crazy friends and we all look daft anyway and I am not the centre of attention.

The thought of a photo shoot where I am the feature was and is terrifying, but what would my site be like without pictures and what about those guys who just like to look whilst playing with themselves (yes you naughty boys, you know who you are, lol).

When it all goes wrong!

My photos on the first site were taken by myself with a camera stuck with a huge blob of blue-tack to a stack of books on my ironing board and using the 1 minute delay timer. This was fun, but also exhausting as it took a number of goes to perfect the height of the camera, position of background, props, lighting, myself and my attire for just one shot. The lighting was sunlight through my window, a desk lamp and a bedside lamp on its side on the floor.

That's more like it!

There was nothing sexy or sultry about the whole palaver, hehehe. I’d set off the timer on the camera, race over to my position, slip-sliding over books and discarded lingerie, burning my toes on hot lamps and getting my knickers caught on the door handle whilst trying to get into a sexy pose within the one minute.
Funny how fast that minute could speed by and take forever on other occasions, for instance when the camera positioning and my sexy pose was perfect and I had to helplessly watch the camera tip backwards in slow motion, only to be pointing at the ceiling by the time the shutter was activated.

The results from that afternoons frolics ranged mostly from the tragic to hilarious and kept me amused for hours, but there were a few useable pictures amongst them.

Before you ask – all comic photos have been deleted, I love digital!

Once I decide to have a new website, I realised that I needed new and better pictures, so gathered all the guts I have and decided to give the photographer I fancied using and had send a query to over 6 months ago a shout. To my discomfort he replied the same day (like a good businessman should)forcing me to make a final decision. So we agreed on the date …
Thats enough for now and I’ll tell all about it in my next post.

Blow Job, Fellatio, going down, smokin’ the bone, giving head, cocksucking, doin’ the nasty, oral sex.

I think you get the idea what this post is going to be about.The dictionary.com definition is: oral stimulation of the penis, esp. to orgasm.

So,there I was once again, kneeling between a blokes legs, gently stroking his erect column of flesh and musing on how to start this one, start at the root and lick upwards or tease the tip with my lips and move down or maybe just suck him in all the way in one smooth move.

"Well blow me!" thought Teddy!

I know this sounds like pure titillation, but it is exactly what is going through my mind at that point. Fact is I pride myself on giving good – no excellent – head and I have been told a number of times that this is not an empty boast. I love doing it and get great satisfaction seeing, hearing and feeling the effect my administrations have on my subject.

Going by what I am told, not many women enjoy this pastime as much as I do and hence these definitions I found in www.urbandictionary.com :“what an asshole makes a girl do when he’s horny and there’s no condoms.”Or “the reason a bride smiles as she walks down the isle is because she know she has given her last blowjob” well, good I say, all the more for me, lol.

But seriously, I didn’t like my first experiences with BJs either, mainly though because the first man, who initiated me to them just used my mouth as another hole to ram himself into, without care or consideration to what it was doing to me and how I felt and that seemed to set the pattern.
Personally I blame porn movies for a lot of this, just as they seem to teach us that it is normal to pull out at the point of ejaculation and spread spunk over any body part apart from where nature intended.
One comedian said in ten years this will be the cause of a huge drop in birth-rates and have couples flocking to infertility clinics, only to find this ancient doc trying to convince them that the radical and disgusting practice of the male staying inside the female when cumming is the solution, lol, many a truth is said in jest.

But I digress once again, porn images seem to teach us that the best blow jobs are the man pumping deep and hard into his victim’s mouth and that choking the girl is expected.
And for a while I thought that was it too, then I got lucky and the guy I was with would just let me play with him and experiment – the inquisitive scientist in me kicked in and I watched and felt, tasted and prodded, licked and stroked, sucked and tickled … ahem … you get the picture.
I marvelled at the way the scrotum moves of its own accord (I can still play with and watch a man’s balls for hours) and the way the texture and colour of the shaft and glans change … ahh, such fond memories.

It is how I learnt to read the signs when to change the pace, depth or the pattern and how to tune into what is working for a particular man and what isn’t.
Of course you can find a number of step by step guides to a good technique on the internet and in literature and as result be able to perform a good fellatio, but you need to love it and pay attention to the guy’s tiniest reaction to make it a mind blowing cocksucking.

Some more interesting and funny definitions from the urbandictionary.com:“A blow job is basically when a guy’s like, “Hey! Wanna suck my dick?” and then a very generous and possibly drunk girl is all like, “Okay.” After the initial agreement the guy drops his pants and the girl starts sucking his huge horny boner until and eruption/explosion of cum blinds the girl for life.”
Hehehe
“What happens to experimental 12-year-old boys if left alone around a vacuum cleaner for extended periods of time.” Ouch!
I liked this one:““What a woman does to express that the male has a vehicle of substantial value.”
And this one really made me laugh:“oral sex upon a man’s penis. hurts with braces.”

Well now I can’t write about blowjobs without mentioning CIM, that would be plain rude.
It really is a matter of taste – literally – many ladies, even the ones that enjoy going down simply do not like the taste. Lets face it even the nicest spunk really is not the greatest flavour in the world, nutricious yes, tasty not so much. It does depend on the lifestyle of a man right down to what the bloke has had to eat and drink on the day. The best tasting comes from a non-smoking, tea-total vegan – and, yeah, I know – how many of them are around and going to select this particular tart!
My way of dealing with it is to try to catch the ejaculate as far back in my mouth as I can and to swallow it immediately, whilst focusing on the pleasurable sensation of a cock pulsing on my tongue and warm, silky (actually slimy, but that doesn’t sound very nice, lol) liquid flooding and gliding down my throat.

Ok, to finish off this post a little joke that tickled me:

Bottoms up!

Man wakes wife late at night: “Honey, I’m dying for a blowjob.”

Wife says as she turns over: “Wank in a glass dear and I’ll drink it in the morning.”

My lovely mum used to read limericks to me when I was a little girl and we both enjoyed trying to make ones up ourselves and had many a giggle over our ludicrous attempts.
Remembering those days my mother told me on the phone that she had found a book of limericks and had bought one for herself and one for me and it was in the post. ‘Oh, thank you, that should be fun’ I said, whilst thinking: ‘Oh mother, just what I need – more useless clutter!’

A couple of days later it arrived and I opened the book on a random page and started to read – and promptly dropped it. Uncertain whether my eyes were deceiving me I tried to find that page again, failed, so read a different verse – and another – and another.
I was ever so slightly embarrassed that my mother should be casting her stern eye over the same limericks and looking the book over I notice that printed on the cover of the little treasure is ‘FOR ADULTS ONLY’

Mums only remark about the saucy verses was: ’They’re not quite the way I remembered them’ to which I could only agree!

So sometimes when I am feeling glum I open 1001 Limericks and after reciting a couple of them, can’t help but smile, so have a little giggle yourself:

There once was a lady from Arden
Who sucked off a man in a garden
He said, ’My dear Flo,
Where does all that stuff go?’
And she said – swallowing hard – ‘I beg your pardon?’

PS: Those who know me will know why I chose this one.

I was listening to my local radio station this afternoon and when the lady presenter announced there would be a piece about skinny versus curvy girls coming up I decided to stay tuned in. As a professional tart and woman of more ample proportions I am always interested in finding out what is popular with the male half of the species.

So I listened on, endured ‘Copacabana’, was singing along to ‘Man who can’t be moved ‘, bopping around to ‘Please don’t leave me’ (Pink rules!) and came back down to earth with ‘Take a bow’ (which I actually do like too, just not a song you jump around to) – you can tell I like this station for its complete randomness of tunes.

Finally after some ads, the awaited segment revealing a street poll, where men were stopped in the high street of a major city, were shown a number of pictures of different women and asked to say which one appealed most to them. The presenter announced that skinny girls were not the most popular, but – she continued triumphantly – it was the curvy ‘SIZE 12’ lady men chose!

Size 12 model

Well, if a size 12 is a curvy lady what am I at a generous size 18/20? In the BBW world I am considered to be small and as far as I know even when it comes to retail sizes Large starts at size 16. Maybe my understanding of curvy is wrong.This needed more investigation! So I started researching on the internet and came across remarks such as:

No man likes weight on the stomach or waist – they like it on the butt and breasts. Curvy means just that – not rolly, not wide, not pudgy. Curvy like an hourglass. The other thing I’m sure men like is no cellulite, no rolls in weird places, and loose soft jiggly places.

I think curves are much better than skinny. For one when you cuddle you actually have something and infact ‘someone’ to cuddle into rather than missing all the time. I really think it adds shape to the person… I know all girls want to be pretty and skinny but I much prefer curvy anyday…

My experience is that men like a woman that is confident and funny. As long as you are healthy,despite your weight and have those attributes you will be attractive.

I cannot answer for all men, but I like chubby women simply because I generally find them more beautiful. It has nothing to do with being nice, mean, stuck up, whatever–and honestly, there are many skinny girls who are perfectly nice and plently of fat girls who absolutely bearish.

size 20 model

These are only a few excerpts and I have to say Ihad more difficulty finding actual pro ‘fat girl’ statements , most positive posts seemed to say that character, confidence and general attitude were more important than size, which to me is a bit of a cop out. Also health was mentioned, some said being big meant being healthy other said it showed that the woman didn’t care about herself. The fact that conformism made many men hide their penchant for the more ample woman, but secretly hanker after a fatty. Another view confirmed that I may interpret curvy differently to others and curvy actually means big boobs and bum with a small waist, hmm …

So after trawling through numerous blogs and forums I have arrived at the old conclusion that men’s preferences are as varied as women and their body shapes and I should have known better than to look for THE perfect shape to aspire to.
No matter what studies say I and my fellow BBW escorts seem to be doing just fine, so there is a large proportion of men out there who think us big girls are sex on legs.

Personally I feel it shows that we love to indulge in the pleasurable, sensual things in life whether it be food or sex.

So last night I went to see the new Terminator movie with a friend and thoroughly enjoyed it.
The concept and story is good and the special effects are fab. However there were a number of holes in the film that left us questioning the believability and I’m not talking about people being thrown through the air and getting up to fight on, thats normal in movies, but some of the science and logic doesn’t marry up and make sense. I won’t go into detail as some of you may want to watch the movie and I wouldn’t want to spoil it.

We discussed science and time travel effects of the movie and what theplot of the next two films could be animatedly in the pub afterwards, until I realised that some conversations around us had stilled and a woman across the room was looking at me with concern probably suspecting a domestic. We wisely decided to leave and got a scrumptious chinese takeaway on the way home, which was the end of the discussion as we were too busy, stuffing ourselves with Chicken Kung Po and Hot and Spicy Duck.

But I digress, point of this post was to recommend the film, even if it doesn’t surpass the previous Terminator movies and my firm favourite is still Terminator 2 Judgement Day with the lovely Robert Patrick as the T-1000, who can morph into any person he touches…

…and I will stop here before I scare anyone off with my Sci-Fi geekiness.

Crack open the Champagne!

The excitement of a new website and a versatile blog

OMG! I am so excited I don’t know what to write. There are so many things I have held back on, as my old blog was so restrictive and the appearance was not very appealing. Coupled with the doctor finally lifting my typing ban, imposed due to a problem with my hands and arms – the words are flowing from me faster than I can type and are in serious danger of making even less sense than they normally do.

So much has happened in the past weeks, where do I start?

Well I have finally provided my website creator, miradesign, with the information needed to complete the new site I have been mentioning for months and here it is all new, clean and shiny!

And to top it off there is a brand new 2009 photo gallery courtesy of my first ever professional photo shoot with the lovely Nicky Ryan, which I will post about separately.

Keep watching this spot and bookmark the link, cos as the Carpenters said:

♪♫♪ We’ve only just begun … ♪♫♪