Blimey, what a proper wicked weekender that was. You lot were well brilliant. Big thanks for all that mad excitement and lovin’ passion. While we’re still all gettin’ over it, we’re daydreamin’ back to last weekend with the crew. Loads happened. Proper loads.

Leather, latex, and lacquer. On Friday, everyone was struttin’ about, lookin’ deliciously sexy, rough and tough. Our own Dan Boston kicked off the night with Unholy and set a right naughty tone straight away. Old-school BLS naughtiness with a touch of kink. We found each other in a banging party full of proper blokey energy, and the Garden of Eden filled up quick. And that weren’t the last of it last weekend.

You lot really went for it like randy lucky birds in the glory days of Marie Antoinette. Hallelujah, the little chapel got sensationally wild again. You didn’t know when to stop. Naughty, oh my. We proper love it. 🙂

Right, after all the nighttime graft and excitement, the hotel was buzzing as well. It was a proper laugh in the corridors and on the rooms the whole weekend, obviously. The vibe was banging, and the Sleepovers’ hospitality was top-notch.

Come Saturday morning, the good-looking Sleepovers took it easy, rightly so. Taking some time for a fantastic breather with Jesse, a bit of an ice dip, and a sauna session, and then you’re usually good to go. In the hot tubs, all the naughty stories from the night before were, of course, thoroughly discussed in detail.

The posh little hotel-chapel came back to life early in the afternoon and got back into full swing. Chapel Saturday was all about the feminine energy. Sensual, soft, and proper successful. Everyone was looking smashing and tasty with those light and powdery colors.

After our very own Queen Jorna opened things up on Saturday with her own King and crew, there were speeches, singing, balloons raining down, and hands immediately going up in the air to ‘Somebody to love’ by that other Queen. It was the kickoff for a proper long naughty evening, where the Garden of Eden nearly gave way, and the hotel room walls became a lot richer in secrets. Our little chapel is still blushing.

Cheers, cheers, and cheers.

Big up for Lara Annin’s wicked exhibition. It was proper grand and sensual. Shoutout to Frency Koster, immortalizing the hotel visitors looking their absolute best with her camera. Big thanks to Bobbi for the daydream-inducing tunes. Cheers for the steamy tales from Rouze. If you listen carefully, you can still hear them. And, of course, a word of thanks to Mr. Steamy Bear. He survived the wild cuddle sessions, with a scratch here and there, and held his own as the head honcho of our steamy cuddle corner.

But most importantly, massive thanks to you lot!! We had a proper blast with you again.