Cassie, Musings of a Cheshire Tart

A good photographer can make you look incredible,

even when you’re not feeling very sexy.

Cindy Margolis

Luckily I was feeling sexy and playful and together with my good photographer Nicky’s talent I think we have pulled off some hot pics.

But rather than me blowing my own trumpet (I can think of better things to do with my mouth, hehe) so go to my main site and judge for yourself:

http://www.classycassieinchester.com/gallery.php

Well Gentlemen, I have some bad news and some good news.

Bad news first: I have to have an operation and will be out of circulation for a couple of months – and just in case anyone is wondering, no, nothing to do with my womanly parts or assets.

As the bible says “And if thy right hand offend thee, cut it off,…” well, my gallbladder is offending me, so I am having it removed.

Good news is, if you are quick you can still see me before I am to be sliced and diced, so check out my availability on the left margin and come pleasure me up until Tuesday 15th June 2010.

Even better news: I’LL BE BACK! Naughty and sexy and ready to raunch and romp with a horny gent or two or more, but only one at a time so please form an orderly queue. I am happy to take reservations for late August by email from now on.

Oh, and I almost forgot – I’ll be coming back with new photos!

Hey, I’ll also have more time for blogging, so watch this space.

Smile…

it’s the second best thing to do with your lips.

(Anonymous)

Even as a BBW one likes to keep active and when there isn’t any bed-sport to be had what better way than an early afternoon constitutional.

Despite the grey sky and clouds this morning and being an optimist I donned my summery cotton skirt, a strappy top and sandals and head for the river Dee. Oh and I took my fluffy cardi and a brolly, optimist I may be – stupid I am not!

Initially it was still pleasantly mild and the breeze promised to blow the clouds away as it seemed to have done over the last few days and I was getting into my stride passing through the Grosvenor Park. There was plenty of life going on around me and I love watching people and the squirrels getting up to their antics.

Despite the sky getting darker and the air cooler, I was determined to get my exercise and unperturbed by the elements I headed for the footbridge to cross the Dee.

I always stop in the middle of the bridge to admire the view along the river and as creature of habit I did so today – Folly I hear you shout and rightly so!

No sooner had I raised my arms to take a picture of the view (Ok, ok, the boats-men of the rowing club, very nice indeed!) there came some gusts of wind and I found my arms and head wrapped in floaty folds of purple and pink cotton.

Surprised (you bet!) I fought for freedom and it dawned on me that this was my skirt and if it was covering my upper half – What was covering my lower half?

Normally I’m not a shrinking violet, but the unexpected exposure had me emerge, what seemed like hours later and with the help of a passer-by, crimson faced and thankful that I had chosen pretty lacy knickers and not the old grey cotton ones. (Vanity, I know!)

I thanked my helper, who turned out to be a nice little old lady (it’s never the tall dark handsome stranger, is it?) who couldn’t resist alerting me to the virtues of wearing an underskirt and hightailed it home, skirt firmly gathered around my thighs.

Did I stop along the way to calm my nerves with a latte and a piece of chocolate fudge cake?

What do you think??

The Olympic powers that be – and no I don’t mean Zeus and his band of amorous gods, but the International Olympic Committee have for the first time in history approved Women’s boxing as an event in the 2012 London Olympics.

Feminists around the world rejoiced when the IOC dropped one of the 11 men’s weight classes in favour of including three women’s classes in the upcoming Olympics.

This has met with a lot of criticism, surprisingly (NOT) mainly by men, such as the British boxer Amir Khan saying that people don’t want to see women fighting: “Boxing is a violent sport, you can get hurt and I don’t think women should be a part of that. I think women should stick to something like tennis.”

So female WBC are not hot?

Hmm, I wonder if the big man is feeling intimidated? After all his comment is very reminiscent of men saying: “Women are frail creatures and do not understand politics, that’s why they shouldn’t vote.”

On the lighter side News Arse ran an article effectively saying that nobody wants to watch manly women with violent streaks punching each other in the face and if there has to be this type of sport in the Olympics it should be seriously hot women clawing at each other in a paddling pool filled with transparent lubricant.

Well now, the hackles of the feminist in me rise, but on the other hand the deviant in me is interested! Very interested!

The Australian Medical Association (AMA) has been lobbying to ban boxing outright

These two ladies beg to differ!

as a sport because of the danger it poses to the competitors, to them this is a set back as they believe a sport where the primary intention is to harm the opponent is not something to aspire to, however Olympic medallists are seen as role-models and will encourage more girls to take up this violent sport.

Slightly off topic, but what I think is an interesting fact is that boxing is the only combative sport that modern day development has made more dangerous and has more serious injuries and fatalities than in the past. This is down to the introduction of boxing gloves, in the good old days of bare knuckle fighting a blow to the opponents face and head would lead to the combatant injuring his hands, thus punches would be aimed at each other’s bodies, still resulting in injuries but avoiding brain damage and broken knuckles.

Personally I do think that the inclusion of women’s boxing is another positive move regarding equality, but I tend to support the AMA and would rather see boxing, male and female, banned or at least the rules changed.

I just can’t see the attraction in donning heavy bulky gloves and  lobbing them at another person trying to knock them unconscious, where as watching women or even men grappling with each other in a well greased pool is an entirely different story.

It can be sexy and hilarious at the same time both for spectators and participants and any injuries are accidental – and I can say this from experience as a contender in the first World Gravy Wrestling Championships in 2007 in Lancaster.

What ever the sport, move over lads, cos HERE COME THE GIRLS!

“Love is not the dying moan

of a distant violin,

it’s the triumphant twang

of a bedspring.”

S. J. Perelman

Just a quick post to say
to the lovely H for my gorgeous roses.

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.”

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.