Porn, Tea and Measuring me…

So typical day in the life of a completely confused companion on a non frolicking day.
After getting depressed about the boring state of lingerie in UK shops..
Agent Provocateur is getting very old hat and long in the tooth now, way too expensive for what it is.(they should at least give their poor frumpy shop assistants some smarter uniforms than the tired washed out, button missing, pockets torn rags they make them wear.. and take away the one lip stick that they all use that doesnt suit any of them, would be good too).
I don’t know what they have been up too but its like the designers there have gone and had all creativity sucked out off them, they are dishing out the same old tat that everyone one else is....So what’s a girl to do but go Custom Made… its not exactly any more expensive and you get what you want..(even thinking of taking AP off my links they are getting that bad, Myla and Coco-de-mer with them)

Any how yesterday, I went to see the lovely Sian Hoffman a Corsetiere extraordinar who now has the faffing job of repairing the lace on one of my corsets that has been ravaged (yes while romping if you must know in the one shown)and altering another I found.
After cake, tea and measuring me… it was back on the tube I went to get back home the other side of town...All I will say is Sardine Can and you will know what I mean. I don’t like the tube, why do all the strange people sit next to me and want to chat?

So I put up defences and read the rest of a book I had been reading the days before… by Piccadilly I was finishing the second book by A.N. Roquelaure’s ‘Sleeping Beauty’ of trilogy (no I’v not gone soft, its actually slight s&M erotica)

So thinking, ‘there’s a book shop on my way back’ that I can pick up the third book to see what happens next to Beauty.
I Squeeze off the tube a stop early and shuffle off to the nearest book shop… only to pick up not just the third book but I get distracted and pick up a history of collected erotic pictures as well (drawn and old picture graphic porn really).

So on my way back to shelter from the rain (yes I am that disorganized at the moment I went out without an umbrella) I stop of in the local pet shop, Ok and to pick up fish food for my gold fish and a natter with the pet shop people who are terribly nice and friendly.....
After waiting around for the rain to abate and far too much scooting about watching fluffy things in cages, to the point I was starting to think a fluffy rabbit or hamster might be a good idea...(no dont get any ideas I dont want one)
I left after consoling myself with another fish to add to the others in my fish globe…
.. only realizing much later on in the evening when the shop had shut, that I had left the naughty books on the pet shop counter!

Now it wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t a shop I go in so often, but they know me…
how embarrassing… so do I go back and ask them if they found any left books on the counter?
You can see what would be coming next cant you..either they are going to ask me what type of books or even worse the quiet man that stand in the corner(who is very helpful, if a bit slimy) might have taken them home for some fun and I will be left asking after naughty books that where never there..
Umm...should I go ask ‘Ooops sorry to bother you but did I leave my porn in your pet shop yesterday?’ or buy more?

One of these days..

.... is none of these days

I have decided it’s official, I am crap…
I used to be the epitome of efficiency…
I have a bad feeling a spate full of frolics addles the brain some what…
yep don’t know what’s wrong with me I am totally pants at getting back to any one at the moment.
I haven’t answered one call or got back to blogging..
I would apologize but I would probably upset someone somewhere..for some reason I cant fathom.

The start of my week back in London didn’t go as well as planed, with my blooming phone (after loads of left messages) I have found out after a certain number left it quite happily deletes the first left to make way for new ones, without a by or leave to let me know what it has gone and done!
..Ok I have been shall we say indisposed for the last few days,that hasnt helped the situation much...your lucky that I got the chap to put me down and not pack me in his suitcase and take me with him.

Hand on heart I will be going through my mail today and try and get back to everyone..
ladies sorry darlings will probably be well in to next week before we chat at this rate..not that it could be any sooner as I think I am losing my voice (hotel air con if you had to ask..probably..wink)

*Ohhh and on a small rant if your the person that left me 23 phone messages in 3 days Please try to restrain yourself in leaving the same message over and over again.. not leaving your name or number it will be a bit difficult as it is to call you back dear chap… try to not panic and keep on calling and leaving message after message, I know you mean well but .....
Some times its not the fact I am ignoring a person just I can be largely waylaid sometimes.

Rampant..Must dash...Speak soon..Eleanor x

Handy woman

Ahh where have I been, people have asked and I have been to tied up (in a non kinky way) enough not to be bothered to answer.
Well congratulations to me… I only went and bought a blooming house that needs some love and attention didn’t I.
Now proud owner of a pile of bricks and a big hole in the ground.
Oh I know what your thinking, hark you miss money bags bought a swanky pad?
No far from it after saving slowly for the past 10-12 years from a non frolicking source, I eventually had enough to put down a deposit on a small decrepit house far from London and the madding crowd as an investment.
No I don’t have any plans of dashing off to the country and living in the sticks any time soon (been there, done that and...escaped)
I knew it was going to need work when I bought the pile and knew it would take sometime ... looking back on it I should have trusted my instincts and hired who I wished rather than listen to others...why did I do that? Then I wouldn’t have had to curtail my frolics in London to go tramping down and sort the mess out when it all went tits up.

Ever had to fire your father? ..its not pleasant.
Or give a good stern talking to your family even though they were trying to help, playing pass the hot brick (best not to ask..I’m on a bit of a rant you can tell)
...its not good I can tell you now, people are sulking and serves them right.

Luckily after banning everyone from the now bomb site, one which between them they decimated by ‘accident’.
I have it all back on track but had to spend sometime getting it set to run well. Trust me when I set my hands to a problem I can get things up in no time flat. 
Hummm..  I am the prouder mistress of a hulking team of gruff looking men that do my bidding!
How cool is that..  fingers crossed it shouldn’t be a literal whole in the ground for much longer.
I might have to dash off every now and then, have other things afoot as well… but should be firmly in London for the next few months..Looks like my travels will have to wait for the time being.

Now where did I leave things?
Ah yes in a bit of a need of tarting up..
One newly painted bathroom and bedroom later.....

..Ahhh yes frolics..Hello London!
Looooks like the gents are out in force..Hello Boys!

Purple panty pervery

Please tell me I am not the only girl who loses her underwear?
Typical I go and put up my Vanity picies with me in my purple knickers and bra only for it to be enquired about and then I dashing well cant find the blighters..
Gloves yes they are in my draw...The purple stockings too..
but bra and knickers..No such luck.. not a sign!
Now yes before you say it when did I have them last, it was on the day of the photo shoot and no I cant remember what happened to them after that..and no they are not still in the photographers studio.
Only one thing for it then..
I will have to bite the bullet and go lingerie shopping.

Ahhh now your all thinking that will cheer me up?
Well no not really the last time I went out shopping for frilly’s was a Rigby and Peller warehouse sale a whole venue filled to boxes of frillys and shock horror I walked away without buying a thing!
Hopefully it was the fact that Rigby and Peller lingerie didn’t do it for me rather than the fact I have gone off of frilly shopping.

Now where did I buy that purple set from?...Hummm better get a move on I guess as I am back in London after the 14th and now have my phone on taking times for good frolicking and there is bound to be some one that’s going to ask to perve at the purple panties..with me in them naturally..fingers crossed! 

Fool for you…

Right don’t go and get all over excited on me, it is April the first after all..
Oh dear there was I thinking it being the new year and being away so long that I had everything under control till all (as life does every now and then) went all tits up..and not in any good way.
I don’t know… you leave people to get things done for you and they go and fluff it up and isn’t it always the way you have to jump in and give a helping hand to get it back on track. Is it me or do I always seem to have to give a helping hand to get things up or what?

Well I have been absent for far too long I know, but there is light at the end of my tunnel!
So in preparation for a frolicking to come, a spot of Vanity cant go a miss..
What with me really being a troll and all…
... and looking like the back end of a bus, this will take at least a week to tart myself up ready for a romp or two..

April Fool !

..Pass the Polyfilla…
...Gripples and Gaffer tape…
................Will take at least two weeks at this rate to tart and tease, to get this girl ready to romp!
Wink!

Greed

Ahh the deadly seven sin of Greed,
Yes its March!
So of course I have a new March gallery and quite apt it is too for this week.
..No I haven’t been sitting in a pile of chocolate coins this week as the pictures suggest…

I have had a nasty Greed addiction all week unfortunatly.
One that has yet to leave my system and has kept me doing not much at all but fill the need.
No time to read my mails,
No calls,
No going out,
No coffee but lots of tea ...and one hell of a nasty addiction to feed.
I cant get my hands on enough.
It has all my attention.
I cant think of doing much else till the next fix…
The more I have the more I want.
I feel so ashamed…
I can normaly keep it under control..
..but its got me traped well and truly in its hold recently.

My name is Eleanor Aston and I for all my sins am a book worm,
I have a book reading addiction I cant control.. actually anything reading addiction..
I am alas this week without of literal travel I am caught up in a virtual one of book exploration of a trashy matter.
Nothing interesting just some murder, intrigue and soft core porn..who thought romance novels where mushy..ha ha
With thick novels that take me 20 hours in one go to read, no sleep, no going out just reading till one has been read page to page so I can then put it down..
..not good as I have gone through 6 this week which is eating up my time and I have only just now pulled my head out of the last one..
Although I have four more books I want to get through by the end of the week ..I am in trouble me thinks?
Book Greed goes its got me on hiatus.

Sorry chaps no frolicking till I am done I am afraid..back soon when I pull my head out of the sin of Greed.

Ps.Do you like my box?
no smutty ones..My Blink Pig money box.Wink

Ladys of the movie night

Oooh I don’t know what to write, maybe all this settling down and no flights of fancy and travel have grounded me in more ways than one.
Some one said on a forum recently that was there such a thing as rehab for blogger’s and by Jove I think there is.. unfortunately for me...its called life and it keeps getting in the way ..also in the way of a good frolic too!

Even though I have had an interesting week and a fancy tickled or two..
I don’t have much to blog about ..which is very unlike me.
Here you are clicking on a Monday morning probably at work taking a sneaky peek and I go and let you down.

Been mooching around other ladys blogs to see what naughtyness they are up too and now think I might add a lady’s of the night in movies page in my side bar on the right… after all her DollyMoppness has a books of Sin list (why didnt I think of that!..he he), of which she has far more than I..
So I wouldnt want to tread on her toe’s and look like a copycat now would I?...definatly not…
Although...Being a movie fan as well as books, I think I should at least have a go at this page list business too..

Just finished watching Waterloo Bridge as it is...who knew Vivien Leigh played a hooker?
So better add that to the list along with Breakfast at Tiffany’s...now what other movies and mainstream films had lady’s of the night?
My mind is a blank for any more to add to my list..answers in an email please.
Ha ha and no porn doesnt count...x

Flight of fancy

A Frenchman and an Englishman were seated next to an American on an overseas flight.
After a few cocktails, the men began discussing their home lives.

“Last night I made love to my wife four times,” the Frenchman bragged, “and this morning she made me delicious crepes and she told me how much she adored me.”

“Ah, last night I made love to my wife six times,” the English gent responded, “and this morning she made me a wonderful cooked breakfast and told me she could never love another man.”

When the American remained silent, the Frenchman smugly asked, “And how many times did you make love to your wife last night?”
“Once,” he replied.

“Only once?” the English chap arrogantly snorted. “And what did she say to you this morning?”

“Don’t stop.”

~Dedicated to the Tickler of fancys ~