Well as we are firmly now in Spring and the buds are starting to open so too are my ideas for branching out. Yes I think I shall get on the camming bandwagon as it appears most girls in my position are starting to offer this and I really don’t like to get left behind! 
So I have the dubious task of setting it up before I can log on and shake my stuff for you guys and I don’t relish this, being somewhat of a technophobe. I’ve given quite a bit of thought to the thought of ‘performing’ again. As you see once upon a lifetime ago this girl was set to become an opera singer. Place at a music school secured and lots of previous performances under my belt, including ones at Glyndbourne and Royal Albert Hall, I suddenly came over all strange and got the jitters about my future career and well, as they say, jacked it in! WHAT!!! I hear you all scream. You gave it up to become a whore!
Well, although I have always had a lifelong love of willies I would say eh, no it didn’t pan out like that really lol. Its been a long winding road since my first performances but here I find myself comtemplating giving a performance of a different kind. I just hope I can get everything to go smoothly on my first attempt. No doubt I’ll trip over my heels, put a dildo in the wrong hole requested or do a whole private sexy dance number and realise nobody was watching. The upshot being I’ll end up giving my webcam a thrashing with my suspender belt like a sex crazed version of Basil Fawlty and his car thrashing incident! At the end of the day who cares? So what if I end up looking like a complete plank its all in the name of entertainment
Cara xx


Wouldn’t it be nice to have some chill out time overnight with a sexy handful and one who can have a proper chat and is wicked fun, promising lots of laughs? We could have some of our own April showers together. What is it they say…’in like a lion, out like a lamb’? You be lion and I’ll play lamb 
Drum roll please!!! I shall be in SOUTHAMPTON for one night only on Wednesday 4th April. Come and visit me in my hotel. Just fancy one gentleman caller……maybe two at a squeeze
I’ve been a bit like my good friend Charlie Brown here lately. I have had all manner of nutters on the phone today. May I just say don’t pick up the phone and dial my number if you’re not a full shilling. To quote Jack Nicholson “Sell crazy someplace else, we’re all stocked up here“! Gotta love that Jack 

I love Southampton. I like its marinas, its cruise ships, its common and just the grittiness of seeing a real working dock. And I love the sailing there. I remember with a cringe years ago trying my hand at crewing a yacht. How excited I was being passed the wheel by the captain and taking the yacht for a spin. And then I remember how absolutely horrified both I and the other crew members were when I attempted to turn the cumbersome thing around in the middle of the Solent in front of a fast approaching cruise ship (horn on full blast!). For those who’ve never done it I suppose it is a little like trying to turn your car around on the M25 at peak time. Suffice to say that I was banished to lower deck and put in charge of the grub for the evening which I caramelised and not in a tasty way. By the time the hardworking crew were tucking into their lumpy custard I knew my talents lay not in driving or cooking and as I lay in my bunk that night picking out the stars being gently rocked to sleep on the waves I knew my time as a crewhand was well and truly over.
Wednesday and Friday of this week will see me languishing in a hotel room off the yellow brick road, or less fanciful, the M6 junction 31. If you would like to come and visit me please book in advance as I will not be taking same day bookings. I have some space left for each day although Friday is filling up quickly!
Like Dorothy I’ll be wearing my ruby slippers. They may not sparkle but they will always ‘get you there’ in more ways than one 

No Ordinary Love – Sade
the Preston area albeit from a hotel room rather than a flat. This is mainly due to the fact that I simply can’t be bothered with the extra hassle and admin of renting.
I spent many of my formative years living in the States and whilst living in New York I used to go as often as I could to Tenth Street Baths which is a Russian and Turkish Bath House of real basic and historic appeal. Simple objective, steam the Russian way or the Turkish way or both then have a dip in the icy plunge pool which will either bring about exhilaration or a heart attack (laughs). Smashing way to get rid of jet lag by the way for any of those headed to New York…….the exhilaration bit! As much as it is lovely being pampered sometimes it is just as good getting naked and sitting around chatting to strangers in the steam. I like the fact that you end up having a natter to people from all walks of life rather than the ladies that just go to get their nails etc. done each week.
For anyone else as mad as me about bath houses then have a read of ‘Cathedrals of the Flesh’ by Alexia Brue as she takes you around the world in search of her perfect bath. She’ll have you running a bubble bath for yourself in no time. 




