divorcedlondon

I love oral sex and not just receiving it.

There’s nothing better than going down on a woman until she cums...and cums…and cums! My tongue was made to produce multiple orgasms!

Bob and I were talking about this the other day. I’ve got an edge on other guys when it comes to cunnilingus, for one simple reason: the shape of my tongue.

My tongue has quite a pointy tip, which makes it perfect for getting into tight spots. I’m just a natural pussy-eater and there’s nothing in this world I enjoy more!

Next time you’re looking in a mirror, check out the shape of your own tongue. See if your tongue is pointy or more curved and rounded. If yours is pointy like mine, you could have a natural talent for clit-licking too!

But sex isn’t the only thing on my mind right now; the hunt for a new job continues, but isn’t exactly going to plan. I’m at a loss on how to even start looking. The sort of job I want, that is senior and pays very well, isn’t working out to be as easy to find as I had hoped.

I’ve been scanning the adverts in the newspaper without much luck. It seems the sort of jobs advertised aren’t terribly senior or well paid. They’re all a lot closer to “entry-level” than I need at this point in my life. I haven’t responded to a single one, yet.

For those of you who don’t know, I’m a salesman. My last job was as a sales-team-leader for a computer-networking firm. We provided secure network solutions to both the public and private sector.

I don’t mean to boast, but I’m a shit-hot salesman and my team consistently topped the sales charts, month in, month out. Selling is mainly about selling yourself and on that score, I excel.

What I’d really like to be is an executive. At this point in my life, it’s time I moved into a more senior role. Jobs like this don’t grow on trees. If they do, no one’s directed me towards that particular forest!

Patience is not one of my stronger suits. I want it all and I want it now!

I’m sure something will crop up in its own time. You can’t rush these things. I still have enough dosh in the bank, so I’m in no danger of starving. Mainly I want to get some money coming in so I can rent a flat of my own.

I’ve actually made a bit of progress on the flat hunt. I’ve found out that three flats in this very building, are owned by the same man and he’s renting them all, furnished to a very high standard. I’ve got an appointment to view one early next week.

I really want to live in the same building as my best mate, Bob. Not because he lives there, though it will be great to have him as a neighbour, but because I really love this area and this building! Paddington is on the up!

Besides, having a look doesn’t cost anything! My problems begin if I decide to rent it. I could afford the deposit, plus first and last month’s rent right now, but it’s the months in-between that concern me.

The point is: it won’t be cheap, far from it. This is a luxury building in central London. I don’t even want to mention what the monthly costs will be! All of this hinges on me finding a great new job.

Bob and I were talking about this the other night. He said he’d keep his ears open for anything that might be suitable. Bob thinks the only way to get a good job is to have some sort of personal connection. He’s probably right. Let’s hope he has better luck than me!

I was with my former employers for years. To be honest, I never expected to be looking for a new job at my age. I thought I would stay with them, well, maybe not until I retired, but at least for a few more years.

Leaving wasn’t my idea, though I did do all right out of it in the end and received a decent payout. Effectively, I was sacked. I didn’t deserve it; I didn’t even do anything wrong. Sometimes life is like that and you get punished through no fault of your own.

I don’t mean to be going on about my lack of work, but I am starting to worry about it. I just need to stay positive!

I’ve got other new concerns. Bob had a phone call from my soon to be ex-father-in-law.

With all the upheaval in my life right now, my wife and her family have no way to reach me directly.

I didn’t give them my new mobile number when I handed my old mobile into my ex-employers and bought this one. Once I moved out of the marital home, that was it, they had no easy way to locate me.

Yes, it was intentional. If you’d been through what I’d been through, you wouldn’t want them to be able to contact you too easily either.

Bob played it cool and didn’t let on I’m staying with him. My father-in-law told him to pass on a message to me, that my wife needed to “speak to me urgently regarding the divorce”.

This didn’t make any sense at all. The last time I spoke to my solicitor, which was just a few weeks ago, he said everything was on track and he confirmed that the “decree nisi” had been issued. We’re waiting for the “decree absolute”, which should be coming through soon. According to my solicitor, my wife, “the petitioner” should have applied for it last month.

I don’t really understand, but am quite unsurprisingly in no rush to speak to my wife. Considering the circumstances of our split, we actually parted on reasonably good terms. I guess I convinced myself that she was well and truly out of my life and her re-appearance is not particularly welcome right now.

I should explain a bit more. My wife and I are divorcing because she was seeing someone behind my back. This someone, who she is still with, was one of her work colleagues. He actually fathered the child I expect she gave birth to recently. I know she was due around the end of August, beginning of September. I know this because initially she tried to convince me she was pregnant with my child.

At first, I was over the moon, as I’ve always wanted to be a father. Mine wasn’t so great and I’d always wanted to make up for that some day. Maybe I’ll get another chance. When I discovered she was cheating on me, the penny dropped and I realised the kid wasn’t mine.

Towards the end we were hardly sleeping together, our sex life dropped of drastically after her miscarriage. That was a difficult time for us, as it would be for any couple, but we got through it, or so I thought.

It still hurts a bit that she left me for someone else. More than a bit, but I’m fine with it. Honest!

Her new partner is a doctor, which I guess is a step up from a salesman like me. The funny thing is, he’s Asian, so I don’t know how she thought she would have convinced me the child was mine once it was born! Maybe she hadn’t thought that far ahead!

I’ll phone her next week, I guess. I don’t want the divorce to take any longer than it needs to. I did know I would speak to her again at some point, I was just hoping it would be once I was sorted out. I wanted to have my new flat and new job. And maybe even a new woman!

Or women! When it comes to sex, I’m known for being a bit greedy!

I was no angel myself when we were married, far from it. But I limited my activities to mainly one-offs and always kept it no-strings. I certainly would never have let something get serious. And I never would have left my wife for another woman. I would have stayed with her forever!

Other than the lack of a job and wondering what my wife wants, it hasn’t been a bad week at all. Bob and I have been partying quite hard together.

We’ve both been dipping into my charlie liberally and frequently. I’ve still got plenty, so I shouldn’t need to see Elvis, my dealer, again for another week or two.

We’ve also been going out a lot, to one place in particular. I’m not going to name it, because, well, quite frankly what goes on there is slightly illegal…and I don’t want it to come to an end!

This establishment, which advertises heavily and is very well known, is a lap-dance club, popular with city types and men with a high disposable income. The women who dance in there are “world-class beauties” and could easily grace the pages of Playboy.

What appeals to me the most about this place, are the areas where you can get private dances. Naturally the activities available go way beyond a bit of nude booty shaking.

The women who work there are incredibly friendly and flirtatious, they really make you feel special. Once you get them back into the private alcoves, they can make you feel even more special!

Like anything of quality, it doesn’t come cheap. There’s a cover charge, plus the drinks are expensive, especially if you stick to champagne! But the extras from the girls are around the standard rates you’d find in any decent massage parlour, maybe a little higher.

I’ve had a couple of handjobs there (£65) and one BJ (£90), but I haven’t gone for full sex and don’t know if I would. The leather sofas in the alcoves are quite comfortable, but I don’t know if I would really want to try that there. It’s a busy place, with lots of activity and many bouncers and security guards. Officially, they don’t allow or encourage any physical contact, but in practise its how the women make their real money. The idea of pumping some Amazonian hottie and having one of these bouncers bumble into the private area would really put me off my strokes.

This place just oozes class and sophistication, in the same way I imagine Las Vegas would. It’s an oasis of pure pleasure. Bob and I are becoming semi-regulars there to the point where the staff greets us as long lost friends. Bob especially enjoys it and has gone back to see this blonde Czech girl for head a few times. He says she could suck for England!

The last woman I had there, who wanked me off expertly after she stripped and danced for me, was a very tall, black English woman. She is so fucking hot, it’s not funny.

She even asked me for my business card, which led me to believe she’d like to see me outside of the club. Of course, presently being unemployed, I don’t have any business cards at the moment. Instead I gave her my email address. It will be interesting to see if she gets in touch. I’m sure her interest in me is purely professional, but that’s ok. I’d pay her for proper sex, given the chance in the right surroundings.

I really love this place and can’t get enough of it! I just wish it was cheaper.

There’s still no progress on marketing my first blog. I spoke to my media friend Doug this week and he’s continuing to pursue several options.

Doug is hoping to get a tv deal, though he worried me slightly when he said he wants to “pitch it as a sitcom”.

There’s nothing funny in my first blog, it’s just about my life, and so I don’t really know what he talking about. If it was made into a tv programme, I would see it very much as a serious drama about intimate, interpersonal relationships and infidelity. And I don’t know if he would do it, but if it did come off, I’d still like Jude Law to play the role of me.

I’m more interested in getting it published as a book, anyway. Don’t laugh, but I want to be taken seriously as not only a lover, but as a writer too.

I have this fantasy of seeing bookshop shelves filled with copies of “discreetlondon: the secret internet diary of an unfaithful husband”. I can picture it in airport bookshops and becoming required reading for discreet married guys everywhere!

I don’t expect it to win any literary awards, but I can promise you this: It will be a best seller!