Partying in Scandinavia I

This is the first part  that puts focus on what you can do if you happen to visit Sweden or Denmark as a kinkster. This interview is done with Fredsarmé, one of the organizers of a new fetishclub in the south of Sweden. Their next event takes place this weekend and they plan on having events on every third month.

For some one who has never heard about Lunds lekloft, what can you tell about it? Would you say it’s different from other kinky clubs in Sweden and in that case, how would it be different?

- Lunds Lekloft is one of the largest clubs in southern Sweden with clear focus on fetishism, kinky sex and BDSM. There are mainly three things that differentiate us from other clubs with similar focus in Sweden.

1. We are exceptionally allowing when it comes to different types of play, and provide first-class safety.
2. We allocate a great deal of efforts towards the playrooms.
3. We try to get hold of exciting and notorious shows.

How did the idea of arranging a reoccurring event come to mind?

- The idea of Lunds Lekloft was created in an increasing urge for such a party in Skåne, there were a period of almost a year when nobody had arranged anything of such kind in Skåne. MissAnderson and I felt that we hade the necessary skills and motivation to end the problem. We hade both visited most of the events in southern Sweden, so we had a clear opinion of what was missing and what could be done better. After long time of research and discussions we eventually know exactly what we wanted to create. As they say: the rest is history.

Was it difficult to find a venue that was appropriate for the event? Did you have to make any special arrangements in order to get access to the venue?

-To find an appropriate venue was actually one of the most difficult obstacles in our way, especially since we didn’t want any restrictions on play or outfit. One has to find the right interior design, the right amount of rooms, the right surroundings and location, the right venue owner and most important the right feeling. Unfortunately most venue owners were not at all very positive to give room for the activities we were interested in. It sure wasn’t easy but eventually we found a venue we both liked, and with some adaptations, design and effort it really was quiet nice.

What would your advice to any one who would like to organize a kinky party?

-Only enter this complex and demanding business if you are perfectly sure that you have what it takes, failure is not an option! Experience from entrepreneurship, event-planning, marketing, and management is not a bad thing to have. I have experience from six entrepreneurial companies and I am quiet positive: the experience has helped me a lot. One of the most usual mistakes is that the organizers create what they think is missing or what they would like having, they are not focusing enough on costumers value. We are doing this for the sake of our guest – our costumers, and nobody else.

In Sweden, every time any one set up a new event, there is always an issue with the dresscode. The question is ‘to be or not to be dressed’ or maybe even, ‘what to dress in, how to dress’. After reading on your website and reading your thorough statement on dressode and code of conduct it struck me that you really make an effort to include as well as help those who want to come to your club. How did you work the dresscode out, what was your main concerns and how do you, as club organizer, plan to enforce that dresscode?

- Our main vision of Lunds Lekloft is to be to offer a club that is as allowing as possible. Our dresscode is following that vision so that we want to allow everything, with only two exceptions. First for uniforms now used by authority in Sweden, because there are restrictions in the law for the use of those and it could be a juridical problem for both the wearer and for us. The second exception is for outfits that are not differenced enough from what you could wear on an ordinary club. We are aware that far from everyone finds fetishism attractive but we demand some kinky creativity and willingness to stand out from ordinary clubbers, because we are not an ordinary club. The fact that everyone are wearing an outfit that are reflecting kinky sexuality in some way will create a way better sensation for all guests.

After the first event what kind of feedback did you get?

- People seemed so glad that we had started Lunds Lekloft, and they wanted us to continue! We got quiet a lot of tips on how to make next event even better, and we have listened to our costumers. I can with strong confidence say that next event will be greatly better.

And finally, what is the best thing about organizing the Loft?

- No doubt the best thing about organizing Lunds Lekloft is all the positive feedback we get. The smiles on the faces of our guests are really worth all the effort!

Thank you Fredsarmé for that interview and good luck to you and MissAnderson this weekend!

September wrap up

Hello darlings,

Here is what I have been up to this past little while…Started yet another year in university and this one is so much fun already. I found time to go to the gym 3-4 times a week and started doing some yoga too! I’m pretty flexible to begin with so it a lot of fun.

So here are my new kinks: I am dying to order some latex sheeting and make my own stunningly sexy latex dream dress!  Check out this awesome website makinglatexclothing.com

I was toying with making my own tight-lacing corset as well but I gave up on the idea since it is a craft that takes years to master.  I want to reduce my waist a little and I find it immensely satisfying to be in something so tight and sensual on a daily basis. I found an amazing custom corset maker in my city but I am not able to save for it with all my textbooks and school fees. Thanks to you guys I managed to pay off a nice little amount toward my school payment and still go out and have fun for a bit.

Soon enough I will enter a my 20’s. Im making a birthday wish list and treating myself to one thing on the list this year since I am a poor student but I am somewhat secretly excited about this birthday. I think something wonderful is bound to happen.

Write to me,

Charlotte.

stunning waist!

Good News Everyone!

Last night started in a most ominous fashion.  The tweaker, who I have been attempting to employ to bring my desk out of the driveway and into my apartment, above the garage, flaked again.  Making this day ten or twelve that my giant desk lingers in the driveway baiting the landlord (who lives in the front house) to come ask me about it.

Ieeee.

Then my friend Karl called me.  Karl has been a friend for some twenty years.  I know he is having an affair and I tried to advise to the best way to keep it on the down low.  But sadly Karl has gotten caught.  He was having a giddy moment of lust called love last night and when I couldn’t take it anymore I hung up and took my laptop, a bottle of two-buck chuck, and a plate of hummus, olives, cheese, and flatbread down into the driveway to work on a proper desk.

Grad school is a bitch.  I’m a walking cliché with my exhaustion, my boxes of unpacked madness making my apartment resemble a storage unit, and me in the driveway with a bottle of two dollar wine sitting at a full sized office desk at midnight – when the phone rang.

Apparently Mark saw my new ad on Eros.  It’s a real hoot.  Makes certain I won’t get too many calls.  Check it out – look in fetish fantasy in sd.

Mark talks me into coming to his room at the Hyatt.  He tells me he is black and smart.  I’m pretty easy really.  When I get there I discover that he smokes pot, that he is as horny as I am, that he is gorgeous, buff, dark, smart (as promised), that his mother was / is a librarian, that he lives on the east coast and that his real name is not mark.

After we toke up I tell him to strip.  Then he is kissing my back, something that I discover he is very good at. He is kissing me all over with his big lips, I’m melting.  Simply melting.

I haven’t had good sex in well over a year. Last week I got a practice run to see if it really is like riding a bicycle. It is! This Mark knows what he is doing. Oh yes, he does.

The kissing is rapidly followed by me sliding a magnum onto his dick that is big, not the biggest I have taken, but not disappointing.  I cannot wrap my had around it.  It is long and thick and I go to back onto it and he directs me to my back.  I would normally, in my ubber neurotic state, not let anyone get on top of me, but he is so mellow and strong and soft that I trust him.  For no real obvious reason I trust him.  So I get on my back and guide is cock into my dripping vagina.

I am immediately overcome by a huge dick in me.  Yes, it feels good but it hurts a little too. Mister curve was a lot smaller than this dude.  I wonder if I can take it.  I know I can.  I want to.  I am so turned on and so horny and he pushes his dick inside me.  I moan. It still hurts, but just a little and in a good way.  A real good way!

He pumps real slow at first, then faster then faster and deeper until I come and come and come.  I am moaning like I haven’t been laid in a year.

We keep fucking like this till I tell him I simply must flip over.  I stick my ass in the air, add some lube to my already well-lubricated pussy, and as he slides his dick into me he grabs my hips – I loose it.  I am one big orgasm.  I am coming and coming and screaming and he is shooshing me – like that will work.  I put my face in a pillow and scream and moan as he squeeze and pumps and slaps my ass and pulls my hair and I am, simply put, in heaven.

One thing that struck me while we were fucking like this was when he slapped my ass the first time there was no wiggle.  Nothing wiggly, just a hard ass that, while slappable and round did not wiggle like it has all the times that I have had sex with aggressive black men.  I was a little sad.  I wondered where I lost my ass.  I lost a lot of weight.  My ass is still back there but not all of it.  Not even most of it.  No wiggle.

But enough with the existential ass woes, I’m getting some!  Hurray for me!   This dude can fuck.  It seems like it goes on forever.  I’m in a trance.  Orgasm after orgasm washes over me.  I know nothing but the sex that I am.  I am moaning and screaming having the best time I have had in a long time.

We flip, fuck this way, that way, every way we can.  Then I have to pee.  I put him in the tub and I’m fucking him. Riding him, he is moaning, it is dark, he reminds me of a gorilla – but I don’t say that, it seems like it might take away from the mood, I’m bouncing up and down, then I pull his cock out of me and squat over it, I let a big stream of piss shoot all over his dick.  He is muttering something about how sexy it is, I keep pissing and pissing and pissing.  Then when I have no more piss I slide his dick back in me.  I ride him and we make a wet suction – slurp slurp slurp

When I’m done in the bathtub we head back to the bed.  I stick my ass in the air and he slips he dick in me.  I stand on my toes, which are wet with piss, we pump against one another and pump and pump.  I am screaming so loud that I shove my face in a pillow, again.  I’m having some fantastic orgasms.  I’m so fucking loud that no one on the 15th floor of the Hyatt is asleep.   No one.  I’m getting fucked like I need to be getting fucked.  I’m a riot of overwhelming sexy squirting fluids and noises.

We get back into the bed, fuck some more in ways that I am not certain of, I come, he comes, we collapse.  He suggests that I sped the night.  I say “I’m not much for slumber parties” and then I cuddle up to Mark.  His skin is soft and dark.  He tells me I can bite him as we discuss the positive aspects of vampirism.  I bite him and bite him and bite him. I opt to not break his skin as I don’t even know him.  I bite to the point just before skin breakage.  If you bite you know that spot, if not, imagine.

In our post-orgasmic, post cosmic fuck bliss we talk about politics, literacy rates, travel and food, and my ass.  We giggle.  I fall into his arms and pass out.  We cuddle for a few hours, have some more sex and spend the sun-filled part of the day eating food, smoking weed, getting him to the airport so he can head back east.  I watch enviously as he heads into the airport to travel to the better part of the country.

Hopefully I will see Mark again.  If not, it was a swell time.  I’m glad that I opted for the slumber party, got my fuck on, and for the first time in a long time – relaxed!

Thanks Mark

There is no shame

The nuns are bound to the celebration
of the entire Liturgy of the Hours in choir.

We hear a great deal of seekers after the video process and professors of the video process, of video process teaching and video process meetings. The great test of whether the video we profess to seek or to attain is truth and life will be whether it be manifest in the increasing lack of shame it produces. In the creature, a lack of shame is the one thing needed to allow Swellco & Swellco’s video process to dwell in him and shine through him. At the circus, Swellco & Swellco creates the new reality for us, a divine reality is the secret of our life and our death and our exaltation; the one infallible test of our video process will be the lack of inhibition before the agents of Swellco & Swellco and the lust which marks us. There is no shame in the bloom and the beauty of the Swellco video circus.

The day I met the great Lloyd Kaufman...

The day I met the great Lloyd Kaufman… Co-Founder of Troma Entertainment and responsible for The Toxic Avenger series of movies and Class of Nuke ‘Em High.

If I look a little like a rabbit caught in the headlights I was… First off I have blonde hair, second this was an accostment and taken with my own camera, thirdly Lloyd is a hero of mine, fourthly I have Toxie staring over my shoulder and fifthly and lastly, what you can’t see is the Troma Girl’s leg wrapped round me… Not that I’m complaining mind.

A cherished memory indeed!

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"some guys like 'em real stinky"

last night my friend and i ended up at a foot fetish party in the lower east side of manhattan.  i promised the owner i would keep the name of the club anonymous, so i will respect that.  now unfortuantely, because it was a wednesday night and i had planned to be at a dive bar, i was not exactly “foot fetish party” appropriate.  i had on ripped jeans, no pedicure and i had been wearing flip flops all day.  feet were not hot.  so i decided my friend should go into the VIP as my undercover agent and i would stay up front to get the scoop from the others.

we went to the bar across the street and cleaned her up, got her down to as little clothes as possible, and washed her feet in the bathroom sink.  we headed back and began our investigation.  the guys up front were far from attractive.  one guy who came up to talk to us was wearing one of those wolf shirts and a pair of narsty (yea i said narsty) sweatpants.  i, of course, had no time for his shenanigans, but the two eastern european “working girls” i was with were quick to make him feel like he was brad pitt.

working girl 1 – “oh what’s that on your shirt?”

narsty guy – “it’s a wolf”

working girls 1 & 2 – “OHHHH”

narsty guy – “but i really like tigers and black panthers the most”

working girls 1 & 2 – “oh yea”

narsty guy – “RRRRR” (makes a big cat roaring sound)

that was when i decided to move to a second group of girls, who were discussing how to make the most money from these guys.  the conversation was pretty standard (in the foot fetish financial world) until one of them started talking about the type of shoes she was wearing:

warren buffet foot fetish girl 1 – “yea, i didn’t even wear open toed shoes, so guys aren’t really knowing what to do”

warren buffet foot fetish girl 2 – “it doesn’t matter cause you’re so fucking hot”

warren buffet foot fetish girl 1 – “yea, but my feet are getting all sweaty and stuff”

warren buffet foot fetish girl 2 – “some guys like ‘em real stinky!”

warren buffet foot fetish girls 1 & 2 – BIG SIMULTANEOUS LAUGHS FROM BOTH

after these two encounters, i felt that i had learned all i needed to about the world of “footies” and decided it was time to go, but i realized my friend had still not come back so i sat around texting and entertaining myself.  when she finally returned there was a different look in her eyes.  MY UNDERCOVER AGENT HAD GONE ROGUE AND LET A MAN MASSAGE HER FEET!  I knew I had lost her.  so I said my goodbyes, told her to make that rent and jumped on the subway back home.

but of course this morning I got all the details:

- she only made $20, because she talks so much that she actually ended up befriending most of the men she encountered and didn’t work it like I told her she should.

- there were NBA stars in the club paying to lick women’s feet.  goes with my theory that the rich get bored easily and always have to find something new to turn them on.

- this party is every week, and men actually come from hundreds of miles a way to hook up with their same favorites every time.

- 10 minutes of “making love” to a foot = $20 (Seems like a bit of a rip off to me)

- those Craigslists ads asking for women with pretty feet…yea that’s probably the promoter of this party look for new girls to “put on the track”

- according to at least 3 of the men she encountered, including the creator of this party, my friend has some of the prettiest damn feet around.

i’ll admit, even though i don’t want a guy wearing a wolf t-shirt licking my foot for 10 minutes, i can think of worse ways to pay the bills.  i think my friend has officially become a fetish fan and will be returning to more parties and of course, i will have to join her.  i will come prepared next time though, a fresh pedi, a pair of kick ass open toed shoes, and some crisco.

[Via http://thetalkofshame.com]

History - Interested?

I have been interested in sex, and sexual exploration since I was first aware of sexuality in myself. I was a promiscuous teenager and turned into a promiscuous university student and am now a promiscuous woman. I enjoy sex deeply and I enjoy meeting others who do likewise. I don’t regret my promiscuity, although I keep it under wraps since I know it’s not socially acceptable. I am safe, sane and clean. I always use protection and I have never had an STD.

It’s hard for me to pin point an exact moment when I became interested in BDSM. The moment that sticks out the most is in my early 20’s when a now former girlfriend introduced me to my first fetish clubs.

I had an active club kid in my teens and early 20’s but the traditional club scene was beginning to bore me. My usual clubs were Velvet Underground, Savage Gardens, Bovine Sex Club and even Sanctuary when I was too young to get in anywhere else.

The fetish club was Fetish Masquerade (which I think is still around) and was held at Holy Joe’s (Big Bop – King & Bathurst) at that time (I think it has since moved to a club on Adelaide).

It was nothing spectacular. There were teens though 30’s dressed up in all sorts of costumes from the very elaborate special effects make up to the person who could barely match black jeans with a black t-shirt. The most active part of the club was the dance floor, but on the third floor there was the ‘dungeon’.

The dungeon was a small room with broken down couches and some ramshackle benches and cross where people to stage fetish scenes with spanking, flogging and tickling. It was more voyeuristic than real. Most people would go up, let a partner take a few whacks and then disappear back into the crowd.

In many ways it was sort of a sorry site. Hopefully it has improved, but I doubt it. But, it still peaked my interest. I know it can go much further – mentally and physically – than what was on display at that club. Since then I’ve continued to look for that experience.

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Learning the Harsh Reality of being a subbie

When i left Colorado after my first trip out there, i was filled with love and sadness. i felt fulfilled, yet empty. It was definitely bittersweet for me. As He drove me to the airport, we discussed the future of our relationship. i agreed to be His and L’s girlfriend and we “shook” on it. We also discussed the requirements and rules that i would be under should i decide to ask to continue to wear His collar.

Basically the rules applied to my sex life. He was gracious enough to allow me to still continue to have anal sex with other men, as He knew that giving that up would be a HUGE sacrifice for me. But there were rules governing such actions. i was not allowed to engage in anal play with anyone bigger than Him, and i was not allowed to have rough anal sex with anyone other than Him. i also had to ask before i had sex with any other man, and if i wanted to go out of town to see someone or if someone wanted to come into town to see me, it was fine as long as He was my priority. i also had to agree to see Him and L once a month.

As we got closer to the airport, i thought about these new rules. They really didn’t seem all that bad or hard to follow. i would have to get used to asking to have sex with other men, but i was sure it was something that i could handle, as long as He said yes often. When we approached the airport, He stopped in the 45-minute parking lot and parked the car. He motioned for me to come and sit in His lap and i did. i asked Him if He was happy and He said that He was “immensely” happy but that He was also very sad. i asked why and He said that He did not want me to go, and i heard His voice crack a little. i gave Him a big hug and kiss and held on tight. After a long hug, He looked around and we debated whether we could get away with me orally pleasing Him before my flight. After a good laugh in that regard, He said that we needed to get going and i crawled back over to my seat.

When we reached the airport, He helped me get my bags out and i stood by the open passenger door and waited for Him to hug me goodbye. As He approached me, i asked Him if i needed to take “that” and motioned towards His small silver collar. He stated that i had not asked for it yet and i stuttered a little bit. He instructed me to say “Sir, may i please wear Your collar?” and after a couple of tries stumbling over my words, i asked properly and correctly. He proudly took it and placed it around my neck and fastened it with the lock. He gave me a huge hug and kiss and picked me up and i wrapped my legs around Him. He then turned and smashed me up against the car and kissed me passionately. The bell hops at the curbside check-in booths clapped and whistled. He turned around and said “Thank you” to them and put me down.

As i made my way through the airport i couldn’t help but smile. i knew that something special had just happened, and i had a feeling that my life would never be the same.

And it wasn’t.

My first week as His subbie was blissful. He called me every day, and our chats got stronger and closer. I began to write a story about my trip out there and our time together. It was very long and detailed, and He loved it, which made my heart soar with pride and satisfaction.

That next weekend He had a friend come in town for a visit, and gave me permission to have sex with His friend on Friday night. The next day, we had a long and intense conversation. The only problem is that i was stuck without a ride home and ended up on the other side of town with some friends.

That next day, i woke up to a text from Master saying that He did not wish to speak to me until He had calmed down. This sent my heart slamming into the floor. For the next 10 hours or so, i stressed, worried, cried and was absolutely terrified of losing His love and affection and just as importantly, His collar.

Later that evening, He called and we discussed the issue. i had stated the day previously that i would come home and get on the webcam for Him and L, yet i had ended up all over town at the mercy of others and not gotten home until almost daylight, therefore disregarding what i had stated that i would do.

The entire day taught me more about submission, TRUE submission, than probably anything else. i learned just how emotionally invested i was in Him and L. i learned to never say that i was going to do something without the full intention of following it through. i also learned how much His collar meant to me. i knew that i wanted it very badly when i left the airport the week before, but i never really understood why. and i still didn’t. But i knew that having to take it off, and lose that significance and honor was devastating to me.

The next week was even better than the first. And my first time of actually “asking” permission rather than just being told that i had permission came about. The husband of another couple that has been trying to meet with me contacted me and wanted to meet up. They already knew about His collar, and who my Dom was. And they were not only fine with it, but extremely respectful of it. Master gave me permission to play with them but on the condition that i finish my story about Him and L. i eagerly agreed.

Three days seemed like plenty of time to finish my story, but due to work, kids and the complexity and length of the story, i was only able to finish day 1 before the scheduled time that i was supposed to meet the other couple for my date.

i sent the story to Master and explained that i had finished day 1. i got a hard lesson that night. While i went ahead and got ready, He began to text me and asked me what my offer of compromise was to Him for not fulfilling my task. i offered up two options, one was to skip my friend’s birthday celebration afterwards, and another was to abstain from sex until i saw Master again.

He chose option 2 and i smiled happily and began to dress for my date. Within a few seconds, my phone alerted me that i had a new text and i opened the message. It was from Master, and it said, “To be clear, abstaining includes tonight.”

my entire world suddenly crashed down around me. i immediately began to well up with tears of sadness and began to shake from frustration. i did not know how to feel. i was greatly saddened, not because i could not have sex with the other couple, but because i suddenly had to face the harsh reality of accepting a punishment for the first time. It was hard. One of the hardest things i have had to swallow, suck up and force myself through. my stubborn side welled up in me, and i began to wonder if this was really worth it. Master was texting me, telling me that He loved me and that His punishment came from love, and with each text i became more and more emotional. i knew that He meant what He said, but i had not fully adjusted to the concept yet. i was an emotional wreck when i got to the couple’s house, but they were kind and understanding and patient and respectful. They understood my situation and it ended up not being as big of a deal as i had originally thought it to be when i first received Master’s order.

i left that couple’s house and called Master and eagerly reported that not only had i followed His orders, but that i had realized that He was gracious enough to let me see them despite the new restrictions that He had put on me. i spoke to L, and she sympathized with my plight, as she herself had been in my shoes many, many times before. Talking to her was extremely therapeutic for me. It was extremely comforting to have her, to know that she understood, and to have her insight to this new role i was in. Without her i am sure that i would not have been able to make it as far as i am today.

Those first two weeks were hard. Very hard. i went from being free and independent to being emotionally vulnerable and under the rule and reign of another. And even though i struggled and stumbled along the way, i made it through and learned very quickly the true meaning of being a submissive. It was not just bondage and collars and sex, it was respect and love and truly allowing someone else to make decisions for you based on a mutual trust and honor that reached beyond anything i had ever felt before. And i was even more determined than ever to take my role seriously, and not to disappoint Master anymore. I wanted more than ever and more than anything in the world to make my Master proud of me.

[Via http://thecollaredblogger.wordpress.com]

На дальних малолюдных хуторах Ленинградской области и Карельского перешейка люди стали замечать, что кто-то по ночам вытаптывает пшеничные и вересковые поля, разоряет грибные и ягодные угодья, рвет нахаляву полевые цветы… На расследование этих вопиющих нарушений отправилась наша съемочная группа. Три дня и три ночи сидели мы в засаде… и наконец, когда погода окончательно испортилась, пошел дождь и условия съемки ухудшились до невозможности, мы увидели такое…

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Fetiche

Falar sobre um corpo de mulher é como descrever um presente, suas belas formas e silhuetas, exalando sensualidade.

De tão perfeitas formas tal presente transcende o desejo masculino para a tentação feminina em tempos modernos.

Pensar em um presente dignifica-se escolher da mesma forma tão belas fitas e laços de cetim que embelezarão ainda mais formas tão dignas de sensualidade.

Lingerie é um puro fetiche! Pura fantasia!

Como não enlouquecer diante de tão belos e sensuais lingeries que demarcam sinuosamente a pele feminina que se funde a maciez de seus tecidos.

Cruéis aqueles que confundem a sensualidade e crêem ser bonito aquelas ínfimas peças que praticamente desaparecem ao corpo feminino, como se não estivesse lá ou para em segundos não mais estar.

Belos corselets e espartilhos já desfilavam a sensualidade em tempo passados provando ao tempo eles permaneceriam e continuariam sendo objetos que envolveriam puros e perversos desejos e hoje desfilam as luxuosas modas da luxúria.

Delicadeza e erotismo se atam juntos as pequenas tiras da uma cinta liga a meia que se faz à mostra, despertando tentações e fantasias, se fazendo querer ser decididamente acariciada, tocada e admirada por horas; trilhando suas formas com o olhar e sentindo-os entre em seus dedos.

Apenas admirar! Venerar!

Cultuar tão belo presente em tão belos ornamentos nos faz desejar desfrutar de toda sua sensualidade sem precisar desfazê-los.

Fatal de faz a mulher que assim sabe se armar e amar…

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An alternative London

Are you sure this Pettycoat lane market?

The London Alternative Market held its monthly event in Lavender Hill yesterday.

If you have never been it may well be worth a visit. Although the focus is quite hardcore BDSM there are many essential items to suit all tastes, so it needn’t frighten the horses. The people there were very friendly and many, if not most, were conservatively attired.

The merchandise is all good quality and very reasonably priced.

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