OK, I put Bettie back how she was. You're all right, of course, I shouldn't go a-changin' just because of what the Diary-reviewers say.

I still joined the review-90 diary ring, though. Hehe.

So, Erotica. It was... pretty damn fab! I spent far too much money, of course, but not quite enough to break the bank. Just over �60 in total, and I got two Xmas presents in with that so it's all justified, y'hear? ;-) A bondage teddy bear for KT, and a lovely leather thong / pouch thing for C. Which I've given to him already, of course, but it's an early Xmas present. And I couldn't resist getting him to try it on, so that I could then remove it using the nifty quick-release snap studs. Hehehehe.

We really weren't sure what to wear on the day. I had no idea how "revealing" people's outfits would be, so we decided to play it safe - I wore a semi-see through lace-front top and Wonderbra (yeah, the 34E one, hehehe), and he wore a black semi-see through long-sleeved top. OK, so we were both dressed very similarly (both in indigo jeans too), but it was actually quite a cute effect. I definitely enjoyed being able to see his navel piercing through his top (can't wait until he gets his nipples done!!!).

We arrived at Olympia at about 2.30pm. The show was huge. And as soon as we arrived, we realised we were dressed pretty conservatively ;-) There were people in all kinds of outfits, from street clothes, right down to people just in their underwear. Best of all, it was evenly 50-50 men and women; and there were people of all ages. I think C and I (at 25 and 29) were among the youngest - there were a lot of "old swingers" about :-) I was wondering what kind of people would be at the show, worrying that there would be a lot of non-kink-friendly types about, but most people there were obviously very kink-friendly. I did see a couple of groups of "lads" who were just there to get drunk, and were being obnoxious (like, walking past the rubber & fetish stalls and going "Eeew! Gimp masks! That's sick!"; or exaggeratedly avoiding the gay stands); but mostly everyone was relaxed and having a good time. There were guys in women's clothes, women and men being led about on leads, topless muscle guys, women in bikinis, or topless with stickers on their nipples, fat and thin people... Next year C and I are going to have to spend a bit more time planning our costumes (by then I hope we'll have some "real" fetish gear). And he is definitely wearing a collar and lead next time ;-)

C and I walked round all the stalls a good three or four times. In all I bought: 2 rolls of bondage tape (purple and black); some leather polish / protector; C's leather thong; six sample packs of lube (flavoured and silicone); the bondage teddy for KT; and matching "Master" and "Mistress" coffee mugs and a copy of The Private Gladiator on VHS.

We saw a few porn stars - Ben Dover was wandering around, Lindsay Dawn Mackenzie was signing magazines at a stand (she doesn't really count as a "porn star" though), and I got my copy of The Private Gladiator signed by Sophie Evans at the Private stand. It says "To Laura, Enjoy the movie!, love Sophie Evans" :-)

We left the show around 8pm. The tube from Olympia was absolutely packed with people who had just been to the show, all carrying Erotica carrier bags and catalogues. Sitting in the seat diagonally opposite us was a very straight-laced, Tory-looking couple who obviously lived round there. The wife was staring round-eyed at the person opposite, trying to get a peek at the catalogue. The husband didn't know where to look, and was gripping his wife's hand tightly (you could almost imagine him telling her "Don't look at the perverts, darling!").

When we got home we opened a bottle of red wine and put The Private Gladiator on. It was pure cheese. I tell you, if that's a "high budget" porno, then I dread to think what regular budget ones are like! It's basically a rip-off of Gladiator but with fucking. And bad dubbing (the whole thing, including the sex scenes, is dubbed!!). And a van in one scene (though I think it had Roman number plates, so it must have been the Emperor's van, right?).

But saying that... it was still hot. A couple of things were pleasantly surprising: most of the guys were uncut (I'm so not used to circumcised cocks, since you rarely find them in the UK), and only a couple of the women had implants. The sex scenes, despite the dubbed-on moaning, were generally really good. So good, in fact, that on Saturday night we only made it as far as the second sex scene before we had to stop the tape and go fuck ;-)

I think my favourite thing in porn (not surprisingly) is penetration. Several of the scenes in The Private Gladiator feature the girl getting it in the pussy and ass at the same time, and that really gets me going. I'm going to have to seek out a movie in which a girl gets it in all three holes at once (anyone got any recommendations?). The oral scenes and cumshots don't really interest me, I just want to see the fucking. C wants to get both gay and (genuine) lesbian porn in future, but TBH I don't think I'm going to get anything out of lesbian porn if there's no fucking in it. I just wanna see cocks!! ;-)

Anyhow, another thing I've noticed from watching porn is that I don't think I have as bad body image as I thought I did. I was worried that, when watching porn or when we finally get round to going to a strip club, I'd feel bad because of the stars' slender bodies. But I've realised that I hardly pay any attention to the women and how they look. I'm too busy concentrating on seeing them get a good seeing to. Preferably with as many cocks as possible, at the same time. Damn pervert that I am.

We finally managed to watch the second half of the movie on Sunday afternoon, and it had the same effect. My overall verdict is that porn is goooooood. I hope I don't wind up getting an addiction to it - my bank balance won't cope!!! ;-)

So that was my weekend. Hope yours was just as exciting ;-)