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There’s a new girl in my life and I’m so totally in love with her already!

I’m of course, speaking about my baby daughter, who I met for the first time, last weekend. She is gorgeous and completely perfect. And I’m an unbiased father, of course.

Considering all I’ve been through in the last year, it’s amazing to me that I’ve actually got a child.

I only recently found out she was mine. For ages, I believed my soon-to-be ex-wife was carrying her new lover’s child. How wrong we all were!

I should start out by mentioning that it has been quite a hectic week for me, which is why this entry has been delayed slightly. All will be revealed as you continue reading! Back to my daughter!

Originally when my wife told me she was expecting, I was thrilled.

Then I discovered she was romantically involved with a work colleague and twigged that the baby might not be mine. When the child was born, it was my wife’s lover who had the realisation this time. He figured out that he wasn’t the father and I was.

How did he know so quickly?

Simple, the baby has blonde hair and blue eyes and my wife’s former lover is Asian. There’s no way he could have been her father!

My wife invited me to visit last Saturday to meet my daughter for the first time and to talk. Meeting my daughter was fantastic and cradling her in my arms for the first time nearly brought tears to my eyes. It was an amazing feeling.

It was strange being back in the house. It was my first visit since moving out. Nothing had changed really, except for the lack of my own possessions, but it was still a bit weird. Speaking with my wife was even weirder.

When she said she needed to talk to me, I assumed it would be to discuss such matters as joint custody, support payments and finalising our divorce or so I thought.

It turns out; my wife has yet to even apply for the “decree nisi” which would end our marriage for good. She was planning on sorting this out in August, but didn’t get around to it. Since the baby’s come, she hasn’t done it either. And it looks like she’s not planning on doing it anytime soon.

Why?

Simple, because she wants us to get back together for the sake of the baby!

I didn’t expect this at all. I was completely unprepared for her to propose reconciliation. To be honest, it was the furthest thing from my mind. Sitting here now, I still can’t believe it.

I should have known something was up as soon as she served the meal. She’d made my favourite, roast beef and all the trimmings, even Yorkshire pud!

My wife hates to cook, especially big meals, so I should have known the extra effort meant something ominous.

When my wife proposed we get back together, she did it in such a way as to make it seem like it was the most natural, normal thing in the world. It was as if she had just wiped the slate clean of the last year’s events.

I think my wife caught the shocked look on my face, but didn’t mention it. She just carried on as if nothing was wrong. She even said I should consider moving back into our house.

Well, it’s not really “our house” any more since my father-in-law bought me out of my share. If I move back in, he’ll want the money back. That’s not an option, since I’ve been spending it liberally!

Her main motivation for suggesting this is the baby. She feels our little girl should have two parents. Of course that’s true, in an ideal world, but I don’t live in an ideal world. Does anyone?

Besides, she can still have two parents, even if we don’t get back together. I’m determined to be a good father to this little girl! No matter what!

There’s no chance at all I’m getting back together with my wife. I still want the divorce. Besides, after she cheated on me, there’s no way I could trust her ever again!

This is a complication I didn’t expect. I couldn’t have predicted the baby was mine and my wife’s reaction to it was even less anticipated. I didn’t know what to say to her.

In the end, I told her it was a lot to take in all at once and that I needed a bit of time to think about it. She didn’t seem particularly happy with this answer, but tried not to show it.

What I didn’t tell her is that there is no way on earth I’m going to get back together with her, even though its how I feel. I’d have to be crazy to think I could ever trust her again. Coming to that conclusion actually required very little thought.

I also didn’t tell her something else; that I rented a flat. Yes, it’s the one I viewed in Bob’s building, so we are going to be proper neighbours after all. I moved in last week!

The flat is quite simply stunning! The landlord has furnished it to an incredibly high standard, though I guess I’ll need to get baby cot for the second bedroom for when my daughter stays with me.

It’s a couple of floors above Bob’s place and faces Hyde Park, so the views are rather spectacular. It’s fully furnished and lacking nothing, all I had to bring with me were my personal possessions. However, there was one feature that convinced me I needed to rent it right then and there!

The bath in the en-suite had been replaced with a proper whirlpool tub so I’ve finally got that Jacuzzi I’ve always dreamt of! Except it’s not really a Jacuzzi, its another brand, but it’s close enough for me!

It may sound silly, but I’ve always wanted a whirlpool and this one is big enough to comfortably take two people. For me, this is a dream come true. I couldn’t possibly have let this flat go! Who knows how long it would have taken me to find another one in the same building anyway?

When that tabloid reporter interviewed me earlier in the year, she asked me what my dream set-up would be and I actually mentioned that I’d always wanted a Jacuzzi. When I moved into this place last week, my dream finally came true!

The rent is not cheap, it’s actually quite pricey, but it is worth it, just to be in this neighbourhood.

The flat has everything, from cutlery, plates and pots and pans in the kitchen, to an LCD flat-panel television with a 5.1 surround-sound system in the lounge. The building has a camera-entry phone and I even have a small balcony, with a table and two-chairs.

It’s a bachelor-pad extraordinaire! Any woman I brought here would melt as soon as they set foot in the place and any woman is just what I’ve got in mind already!

It’s taken a few days for the broadband to be connected, but it came on today and I’ve already set-up my wi-fi network. I am sitting here on the sofa, with my PowerBook, writing this entry.

Last Saturday week, after I saw my wife and new baby daughter, I returned to Bob’s flat. Bob was spending the night with a lady friend, so I had the place to myself. I placed some adverts on my favourite free contact sites, but since I started so late, I had no luck at all.

I started drinking and snorted some coke, which seemed like the smartest thing I could do at the time. I needed to blow off some serious steam.

I was kicking myself for not spotting my wife’s intentions before she explained them. I should have realised how her mind worked, that she would want to get back together because of the baby.

At no point, since we spilt up did I once consider trying to reconcile with my wife. Even when she told me about the baby a couple of weeks ago, it didn’t cross my mind once. It should have. I should have known what her reaction would have been.

I do know what her reaction will be when I turn her down. Complete rage. She will try to screw me to the wall with regards to access and support. She’ll also make the decree nisi an issue. She can be a right bitch when she sets her mind to it.

My main concern is the child and I need to think of the best way to play this. I’m still formulating my plan, but I do have some ideas on how to proceed.

But back to last Saturday night. I over-indulged as I tried to drown my sorrows after seeing my wife. It was starting to feel like the party was over before it even properly started! I got very wasted.

So wasted, in fact, that I convinced myself it would be a good idea to take a Vega, just for the hell of it. Then, around 4am, drunk, coked-up and with a hard-on, I decided it would be fun to take a walk.

I wandered up towards Edgeware Road, since I knew there were some shops and restaurants open. I didn’t need to buy anything and I certainly wasn’t hungry, I just thought there would be people around and I needed to see who was around at this hour.

There were far more than you might expect. There were groups of well-dressed Arabs, wandering between nightclubs and all-night kebab joints.

The younger clubbers were stumbling around too, looking pasty and sweaty, probably from the same sorts of drugs I was on, maybe not the Viagra, but the charlie and the booze.

And then I turned up Sussex Gardens, which runs from Edgeware Road nearly to Hyde Park where I discovered to my amazement: street hookers!

No joke, there were around half-a-dozen hot women walking the streets in hot pants and mini-skirts! I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.

It wasn’t long before I was approached and asked if I wanted “a date”. Now, I know what you’re thinking, that this was a dumb idea, but you have to appreciate my state of mind at the time.

I was off my face, I was depressed, I had a massive hard-on and I was horny as fuck. She said straight sex would cost twenty-five quid. I went for it!

The hooker didn’t tell me her name as she led me behind a bush, in the corner of the carpark of a posh block of flats. I know I said I would give all the women names in this blog, so we can call her “Bunny”.

“Bunny” looked younger at a distance, but up close she probably looked older than her true age. Yes, she was a bit rough looking, but slim, with nice tits. She was wearing a denim mini-skirt with bare legs and a button-down blouse with the corners tied high around her chest, exposing her belly.

She had long, bleached blonde hair, which was quite dry and damaged and she spoke with a thick London accent. I had little doubt that she lived nearby in one of the council blocks.

Once we were behind the bush, it was quite secluded, with little light spilling over from the streetlamps. I paid her the twenty-five pounds and she handed me a condom and instructed me to put it on. I didn’t argue with the logic of this.

She bent over in front of me and steadied herself against the bush with one hand, while hiking up her mini-skirt with the other. I stood behind her, braced my stance, dropped my trousers and penetrated her in one go.

I let her have it hard, no discreetlondon treatment this time. I fucked her for all I was worth and could tell from her grunts that she really felt it. I knew there was no way I was going to make her cum, so this was all about me.

I lasted a lot longer than I would have expected, but that probably had to do with the booze, coke and position. I’ve always found that standing up helps me go a little longer on the first round, though with this whore, this was the only round.

When I finally shot my wad, I had a huge orgasm. I think I might have clamped my hands on her shoulders a bit roughly when I did, as she jumped and smacked her ass against my balls.

As soon as we were finished, she pulled her skirt back down and didn’t stick around too long. She just left me there with my trousers down and the condom still on my cock. I removed it and tied a knot in the end, pulled up my trousers, then wrapped the condom in some tissues and put it in my pocket.

Why?

There’s no way I’d leave it behind with my DNA inside! Who knows if the police don’t collect them all and put them in some file, somewhere! There’s no way I’d want to be caught doing this!

I flushed it down the loo just as soon as I got home. Then I had a couple more drinks before collapsing in my bed. When I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t believe what I had done.

To think that such a cheap, accessible option is now available to me, whenever I want it, is just amazing. Sussex Gardens is just a five-minute walk from my new flat. I could go out there any night!

It certainly wouldn’t become my first choice method for finding a shag, but as a last resort, it’s perfect! It’s even cheaper than the massage parlours I used to frequent and talk about exciting! Doing it outside, in the dark was a real rush!

And so what if the woman was a bit skanky? She was a woman, after all! Since when are my requirements ever more than that?

I’ll always try advertising first, followed by a nice, high-class escort, but if it’s the middle of the night and I haven’t been laid yet, well…it’s good to know that relief is just a short stroll away!

I moved into the new flat last week, Bob helped me shift my stuff. Bob’s impressed with the place as well, though I think he thinks I’m spending too much on the rent. He said that I should have waited until I found a new job.

That wait might be over sooner than either one of us thinks; as Bob heard about a possible lead for me.

A friend of his has a friend, who works for a big internet company and they have a vacancy for sales director! Bob told his friend about me and they are both working on securing me an introduction to the managing director of this company! Result!

I don’t have all the details yet, but it sounds like this could be exactly what I’m looking for. Bob said they’ve been having trouble filling the position and they are seeking someone with a background and experience like mine.

Bob reckons it will be fairly well paid and they’re based in central London, which means my commute would be really easy. I want this job already! I’m hoping to hear some news by the end of this week, beginning of next week, the latest.

If I can get an interview, I’m going to make this job mine! I need a high income because of the new flat and the new baby. And of course, because of my expensive tastes in drugs and hot women!

I’m probably getting my hopes up too high, but it’s the first thing that’s come along since I’ve been looking. And it’s not just about the money, though of course that will be a factor.

I haven’t worked in months and to be honest, I’m missing it. So much of who I am is wrapped up in what I do, though I expect that’s the same for most people. In my mind, I’m still a salesman, even though I haven’t sold anything in a very long time.

In a weird way, I’m finally starting to feel like things are finally getting back on track for me. Even with the minor blip of my wife holding up the divorce, she’ll see sense soon enough. She can’t really expect me to just come running back because the baby turned out to be mine, can she?

It’s great to finally have a place of my own. I can already tell that it is going to do me some serious good.

On Saturday just gone, I advertised again, this time with a bit more success. I was hoping to see my daughter again, but my wife spent the weekend at her parent’s place. I wasn’t likely to visit her there!

Instead, I decided to make the most of my situation. I hit the internet looking for some company. I didn’t blanket the sites with adverts this time; I only placed a few.

The advert that worked was one of my old favourites, “generous mature guy for hot young woman”. That angle has worked for me in the past, but with the added bonus of being able to mention the whirlpool bath. I think that’s what closed the deal.

The woman I met is what I would call a “semi-pro”. She’s not a full time escort, but occasionally meets a generous guy like myself for some mutually enjoyable no-strings fun.

Her name was “Janet” and she worked in the city in the human resources department of some firm. She said she was divorced and had expensive tastes, which is why she liked to meet a generous guy now and again.

After exchanging a couple of emails, I gave her my landline number.

Yes, my landline! I’ve never done that before and let me tell you, it really builds confidence with a woman! I wished I could have used the landline when I lived with my wife; it really would have helped me to pull even more women!

We spoke briefly to confirm all the arrangements. She said she was in her early thirties, with auburn hair and that she loved to dress very sexy for her men. We agreed to two hundred quid in return for around three hours of her time and company. So far, so good!

She seemed impressed with my address and we made arrangements for her to visit me around 9pm on Saturday night. That left me a few hours to get ready.

I went out to an offie and bought a bottle Moet champagne. I wanted this night, my first discreet adventure in my new flat, to be perfect!

Once home, I stashed a few things, including the PowerBook and got the flat ready. There really wasn’t that much to do, this place is always ready…like me!

I showered, shaved and put on my favourite grey robe, tuned Magic FM in on the lounge and bedroom stereos, and filled a crystal champagne bucket with ice, to chill the Moet. At about 8:45pm, I downed a Vega and waited for “Janet” to arrive.

The entry phone buzzed around ten past nine, though I wasn’t complaining that she was a touch late. She wasn’t so late that I was concerned, though at that point it hit me that I didn’t have her number. It’s a good thing she showed up at all or I would have had no way to contact her except email!

I got my first look at her on the black & white video screen connected to the entry phone. I wasn’t disappointed, not in the least! She was hot! I buzzed her right in!

I knew the lift would take her several minutes to deliver her to my floor and had planned for this eventuality. I’d laid out some lines on a bureau in the second bedroom and snorted some while I waited. It wasn’t my first taste of it that night, nor would it be my last. I didn’t have that much left, less than I had realised, so I didn’t plan on sharing any with my new friend.

I wasn’t being tight with it, I just should really have checked my stock levels before inviting her over, then I would have had time to see Elvis. Oh well, I still had some for myself!

She knocked on the door and I invited her inside. We sat on the sofa and I uncorked the champers straight away. I filled a pair of flutes that I had set out on the coffee table earlier and we both toasted each other and the night of pleasure ahead of us.

We sorted the business side of things, to get it out of the way, while we sipped the champagne. It’s always best to take care of these things earlier, rather than later, as once its done, you can just enjoy the good time.

She was wearing a one-piece, pullover dress that was either black or navy, it was difficult to tell because I had the lights dimmed. She was wearing quite plain, yet high, spiked heeled shoes and from what I could see of her legs, they were lovely.

I asked her if she would like to join me in the whirlpool. She naturally accepted and we retired to my en-suite bedroom.

I sure you can imagine what happened from there. I gave her the full discreetlondon treatment! She gave me amazing oral. We fucked like bunnies for hours, thanks largely to the viagra and her appetite! It was fanfuckingtastic!

The whirlpool is a real winner too. It’s going to get loads of use, if I have my way!

Once we were finished, Janet showered, dressed and bid me goodnight.

As good as it was, I briefly debated hitting the chatlines for more, before deciding I couldn’t top Janet with some slag from a phone line. Then I had one last wank before going to sleep.

On Sunday I didn’t do much more than recover from the previous night’s excesses. Maybe I’m getting old, but the hangovers do seem to be getting worse. It’s a small price to pay when I know I’m pretty much living every man’s dream!

Wish me luck with the job, and with my maybe, maybe not ex-wife!