26th February, 2012: Lifeline 8th Anniversary Allnighter
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Having gone shopping and found absolutely nothing I liked clothes wise I came home with a small chest of draws instead. As I couldn’t wear it to Lifeline I rummaged through my pre-chubby clothes and tried on my favourite blouse. My blubber loss has been a success and it fitted!
I got ready, and for the first time in YONKS I felt a million dollars… off up the M4 and M5 to pick up the Gloucester Greens, Gospel Gob and Derek. A short stint on the M6 and we’d arrived. Not before Bob told us a 20 minute story about the history of his aristocratic silk dogtooth check jacket with elbow patches sourced in Italy together with mention of his collection of cravats. Further talk of the uses for said jacket included a grouse shoot with a Purdy! I’m going to have to find him some Plus Fours and a Deer Stalker to finish the look off properly!
I had high hopes and a damp patch ready for this night, especially as numbers have been dropping over the last few events. However, a healthy attendance found me smiling and genuinely pleased for the promoters
Cliff Steele had kindly brought a CD along for me – mind you, I did make a fuss about wanting one for the Anniversary so I was very pleased when the lovely Natalie shimmied over and presented me with my gift. Thank you so much; we played it on the way home and it’s funking fabulous!
The dance floor lured me almost immediately where we became intimately acquainted throughout the night. With my soul-blinkers firmly on I fumbled around the floor without a care in the world. The condition of the floor was superb. It really is my favourite dance floor out of all the venues I attend. Musically, Cliff and Butch stood out for me and both delivered some fantastic up-tempo dance numbers. Many I didn’t know but I did bash myself stupid to Cliff’s Grey Imprint. What a tune!
The rest of the night was a little up and down tempo wise. I really want it to be 100mph all night but alas, I’m not the only patron and everyone has to be catered for. I guess I’m just being fussy now that I’ve got my funk on.
On a brief cool-off outside I found myself stood in front of Vicky’s impressive bosom. She’s way taller than me and her boobs are the same height as my face. Their rise and fall with each breath was poetic. I’m sorry Kirsty but they really are more impressive than yours. As a true test, for comparison purposes only you have to understand, and for the shock factor that is ever present with me, I gave them a loving tease with the tip of my tongue. Several erotically glistening tracks were left upon her warm skin; a semi-permanent reminder of my gentle assault.
Vicky liked this a lot and said my tongue was the softest she’d experienced. I skipped away leaving her to revel in her surprise lesbo moment clutching her bottle of wine, with a grin on my face, a chuckle in my throat and a spring in my step. Back to the dance floor for me. Irrespective of this ‘out of the blue’ lesbo moment, I do not drink from the furry cup!
In fact, the whole evening seemed to revolve around bosoms, including mine. A bit of a tit-fest really.
Still a huge buzz about our nighter last weekend ensued; much talk and reminiscing took place with passionate excitement about what the next chapter will bring.
Loads of snogs, hello’s, cuddles and laughter; the most luxurious, yet free, ingredients for a fabulous get-together. Extra special snog for Adam Topping because it was his Birthday.
Thankfully no-one had been on an exotic holiday this time round so there were no faux pas for me to worry about.
Vicky had fallen over again and I’d missed it. I was shown the injury to her knee ‘post-fall’ and laughed as she explained that it was awkward due to her having removed all her undergarments. Her bag now housed 7 pairs of tights that she’d put her finger nails through together with a pair of panties. Luckily, as she fell, she avoided embarrassment and kept her modesty intact. What a professional!
Big love to all my wonderful friends – you know who you are – but not you Toad – I caught you checking me out! haha – and a sincere thank you to Gary and Linda ( I hope that’s her name!) for your post-nighter hospitality. It was greatly appreciated. Ahhh, I’m feeling all lovey-dovey.
By the end of the night my legs were not co-operating – result! Testament and confirmation that I’d done what I set out to do. DANCE. Having started out feeling like a million dollars I had happily frittered away every last dime by the time I pulled out of the car park. Completely spent and glad of it.
I’m now installed in my fleecy pyjamas waiting for an offer of a man-servant for the rest of the day to tend to my every need.
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On February 26, 2012 at 3:05 pm
Carms said:
February 26, 2012 at 3:05 pm
Loved watching your pleasure Karen , when I couldn’t dance to them it was a joy to watch you dancing to them … fab night
On February 26, 2012 at 5:56 pm
Soulgirl said:
February 26, 2012 at 5:56 pm
What a lovely thing to say; thank you x
On February 26, 2012 at 11:04 pm
Dave said:
February 26, 2012 at 11:04 pm
How do! saw you on the floor last night, and you have quite a soulful style.
On February 27, 2012 at 7:12 am
Soulgirl said:
February 27, 2012 at 7:12 am
Thank you Dave; it’s in my heart and just pours out of my arms and legs :D