divorcedlondon

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Dear fans,

I’m very sorry for the delay in posting this update.

My plan was to publish it on my blog over a week ago, but my brand-new ADSL modem decided to unexpectedly die. It’s taken me this long to get a replacement on the warranty.

I realise I was behind prior to this delay, as the opening lines of the proper entry will reflect. I know I’m now a week behind, as this entry should have been posted last week. From now, I will do my damnest to get caught up!

Normal, continuous service has now been restored!

Thanks to all of you who emailed asking after me! Don’t worry, as you’ll discover as you read this entry, I’ve never been better!

All the best,
discreetlondon
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(This posting was meant to have been online on Tues 8th November 2005)

I want to start out by apologising for my haphazard posting schedule here in my new blog.

You would think with being unemployed (but not for much longer!) that I would have plenty of spare time for blogging, but you’d be wrong. I’m just not as focussed on writing as I should be. That will change and soon!

If anything is getting in the way of my blogging right now, it’s my social life. I’ve been going out quite a bit and even entertaining a bit at home as well. You know me; the entertaining at home is certainly the most fun!

Since my last update, I’ve had two women; one I met in a club, the other a prossie. Both were outstanding experiences, made better because I’ve got plenty of Apcalis.

Apcalis is pretty much the perfect cock-pill and I’m really grateful to my mate Elvis for introducing me to it.

I don’t want to sound like an advert, especially since I purchase it illicitly, without a prescription, but it is by far the best drug I’ve ever taken for instant and long lasting hard-ons. And they are cost effective, since you can get two nights from one tablet.

But before I get too involved with describing my fantastic sexual encounters of the last week, I really should provide an update on other aspects of my life first.

I’m two steps closer to securing my dream job!

I’ve got an “in” on a sales director position with an internet firm and things are actually moving forward! Result!!

I spoke to the Managing Director of the company last week. I think it went very well. Bob’s mate greased the wheels, so the MD was expecting my call. I must have pressed all the right buttons, because I’m meeting him for an interview next week!

The company handles large, flashy corporate websites and is sort of a cross between an advertising agency and internet firm. They offer one-stop-shopping for large companies and they make a bloody fortune!

This company is big in the industry and although I haven’t got the full details on the compensation package, it sounds like it will be lucrative for yours truly! That’s a very good thing, because I’ve got expensive tastes and a brand new daughter to provide for.

The job is director of the sales department, which has around fifty people in it. Imagine me with fifty people under me…! I’d rather imagine fifty women under me, all naked and in need of the full discreetlondon treatment! A man can dream…!

I want this job so much I can taste it. Aside from the fact that I’ve got no other prospects, this one just sounds like exactly what I’m looking for. I couldn’t have created a more suitable position for myself if I tried.

It’s simple; when I meet the MD next week, I need to “wow” him. I need to blow him away with my dynamic personality and unbeatable ideas. Besides sex, the one thing I’m an expert on is sales.

I know I’ve mentioned it before, but I’m a great salesman. I’m also good at motivating other sales people and was the most effective team leader at my former employers. When I get this new job, I’m going to grow their business in ways they haven’t even thought of yet!

Bob keeps telling me not to get my hopes up, but he’s naturally guarded about potential good news. Not me, I’m confident; confident that the job is perfect for me and even more confident that I’m going to get it. I can’t wait till the interview! Wish me luck!

I’ve been partying a lot this week. Bob and I have been out to our favourite lap dance club a few times, plus we went out to a regular club on Saturday night, which is where I met one of the women I shagged. And it was the previous Saturday that I booked myself a hot escort, after seeing my daughter.

My wife invited me to visit the previous weekend, on Saturday and Sunday, to spend time with our little girl. It was only the second time I’d seen her and I made the most of it! She’s perfect and adorably cute. I swear she can recognise me already and she even smiled at me when I was holding her!

I know she’s only a couple of months old, but I can tell already that she’s very smart. There’s an intelligence behind her deep blue eyes that you just can’t miss. She’s so alert as well, she doesn’t miss anything.

My wife pressed me a bit on moving back in with her, so I told her about my new flat and the lease I signed. I stretched the truth slightly and told her I moved in earlier than I did. If she knew I signed the lease after finding out about the baby, she would go absolutely nuts!

My wife is breast-feeding at the moment, which I must say is a real turn-off. She tried to get a bit frisky with me, but to be honest; I can’t say I was interested. I can understand that she wants me back, but I thought it was because of the baby. I guess my special brand of loving is playing a part in the equation too and she seemed more than a bit disappointed I didn’t respond to her advances.

I don’t want to piss her off, but at some point I need to make it clear that there’s no chance of us rekindling our relationship, not even for the sake of our daughter. I’m just worried when she finds out she will try to prevent me from seeing our little girl and I won’t let that happen. I very much wish to be a real part of her life and nothing will get in the way of that!

I can still be a good father to my daughter without being a husband to my wife. The sooner my soon-to-be ex-wife realises this, the better for everyone. It’s just a question of timing and I need to choose my moment to reveal this very carefully.

My other concern is that she’s not applied for the “decree absolute” yet, which would finalise our divorce. At some point, I need to light a fire under her to get this moving, but like all of this, timing is the key. When the moment is right, I’ll raise the subject.

Even though I don’t want to get back together with my wife, I won’t deny that it was comfortable spending time with her. We just sort of settle back into a cosy routine when we’re together, even with the baby around.

This may shock you, but I’ve already learned how to hold my daughter properly, feed her from a bottle (of my wife’s breast milk – yuck!) and I’ve even changed her nappies!

Yes, you read that correctly, discreetlondon now knows how to change a nappy! I can’t believe it myself!

I have to say that baby poo is quite possibly one of the foulest substances known to man! The first time I had to deal with it, I very nearly vomited.

My wife was desperate to head up to the shops last Sunday and she left me alone with my daughter for a couple of hours. Talk about being nervous, I very nearly shit myself! Luckily I didn’t have to, as my daughter handling the shitting duties all by herself!

And yes, that was one nappy that couldn’t wait for my wife to come home and change. I had to do it, unsupervised, un-aided and unbelievably I did it. How can someone so small produce so much poo?

I guess all this makes me a real father now, even if it’s only on the weekends. This weekend just gone, my wife took her down to parents place again, so I didn’t see her. I’m hoping to see her next weekend, but nothing is arranged yet. I’ll speak to my wife soon to see if she’ll be in London. I hope so, because I love seeing my daughter!

I’ve also done something very responsible; I’ve opened up a bank account for my daughter’s future. I’ll put dosh in there for her whenever I can. My initial deposit was five-thousand, which is a pretty good start.

Anyway, enough about what a great father I will be! Let’s get to what you really want to hear about!

Last Saturday night I booked an escort. I found this one on a website and when I phoned to make the booking, was pleased to discover my first choice was available. I decided to treat myself to a 2 hour session for the princely sum of five hundred quid. What the hell, I’m worth it!

She was Polish and arrived bang-on time, at ten PM. I know I said all the women would have names this time, but to be honest, I couldn’t pronounce her’s if I tried! For the purposes of this account, we’ll refer to her as “Paulina”.

I was impressed with Paulina’s photos on the agency website, she was tall and thin, with auburn-tinged dark hair. The pictures looked professionally done, quite slick and well-lit, making her look like the girls you see in FHM or Loaded. When she arrived, she was even more stunning than her photos and taller!

That’s what I didn’t expect, how tall she would be! Barefoot, she was probably about five-foot, nine; in heels, she probably topped six foot! I’m only about five-foot-ten myself, so she was a few inches taller than me! Trust me, she was worth the climb!

She was wearing a very tight, clingy black dress which only accentuated her flawless figure. She wore a gold chain tight around her waist like a belt. The effect was stunning. When I opened the door to greet her, I think I was momentarily stunned into a slack-jawed silence as I took it all in.

I invited her inside and ushered her into my lounge, where I had a bottle of Moet chilling in an ice bucket. She sat next to me on the sofa, crossed her legs, and smiled. I knew this was going to be good, very good, indeed.

She didn’t actually speak that much English, but that wasn’t a problem. Once we had the financial transaction out of the way, our lack of a common language ceased to be an issue.

I’d popped an Apcalis before she arrived, so I was raring to go by this time. My cock was stiff and poking up between the folds of my now legendary grey robe.

Almost instinctively, reflexively she reached over and took it in her hand. The warmth of her skin against the heat of my now engorged cock made it throb even harder. I kissed her deeply, and then led Paulina into the bedroom.

Once there, I asked her to make herself comfortable while I excused myself for a moment, to snort a bit of charlie. I’d laid out a few lines in the kitchen, knowing full well that I’d want a boost before the main event. After the charlie, I knocked back a double whiskey, to take the edge off. Only then, was I ready to go.

When I returned to the bedroom, my new friend had removed her dress and was reclining on my bed in her lingerie. While she seemed quite posed, she achieved the desired effect, which was to increase my desire.

At that point, I don’t think it was possible for me to want her anymore than I did. I craved her body like a drug! I slipped my robe off and stood there wearing nothing but an erection and a smile. She beckoned for me to join her on the bed, though I certainly didn’t need an invitation.

I leapt upon the bed with the enthusiasm of a teenager and knelt near her face; my cock only inches from her full, glistening lips. She needed no prompting or instruction and just instinctively craned her neck so she could slip the head into her mouth. Her tongue was like a dervish, twirling rapidly in circles. I braced myself against the wall and thrust deeper into her willing mouth.

Paulina rolled onto her side and started to really give me a good sucking. I briefly thought about withdrawing, but decided she was too good to stop. I shot my load really fast, even for me!

She didn’t mind and actually swallowed most of it, wiping the rest from her face onto the back her arm. I handed her a tissue, so she could do a better job of it, since I was planning on kissing her again and didn’t want to taste my own spunk. Yuck!

I caught my breath and got down between her knees; I needed to taste her. I buried my face downtown and let my tongue do the walking! She was sweeter than candy and a lot more fun to eat!

Paulina’s back instantly arched and she pushed her pussy hard against my lips. I know everyone says whores always fake it, but in my vast experience, I’ve found that if you know what you’re doing, they’ll enjoy it just as much as a non-pro; maybe even more so! Even better, she was multi-orgasmic and I coaxed a few from her in no time. Once I felt she had her fill, I decided it was time to penetrate her.

Before she could even ask, I slipped on a condom of my own, one of the Durex Performas, which are suppose to help delay the guy’s orgasm. With a woman this hot, I need all the help I can get!

It may seem a bit dull, but I went for it missionary style first. Paulina wrapped her legs tightly around me while I pumped her for all I was worth. Since I’d already popped once and I was sheathed in a special johnny, I knew I could last a good long while.

I got bored after a while and asked Pauline to get up on her hands and knees for some doggie-style action. It’s probably a bit stereotypical and predictable, but it’s my favourite position. What can I say; I’m a sucker for the traditional!

I grabbed onto her waist with both hands and really let her have it. I could feel my balls slapping her ass as I thrust myself ever deeper inside her. She was energetic, meeting each of my thrusts in kind.

I could feel the pressure and tension building up as I approached climax, but still I hung on. At this point, Paulina started moaning and groaning loudly and that was enough for me to lose all control. I let loose with an amazing orgasm. I swear I blacked out for a few seconds!

As we caught our breath, Paulina asked if I minded if she smoked. Of course I didn’t and got her an ash tray from the kitchen. It was good timing for me anyway, as I was looking for an excuse to return for another line of charlie and a dram of whiskey.

Once re-medicated, I returned to Paulina with the ash tray. She was still half-dressed, waiting for me on the bed. She lit up almost as soon as I returned; I guess she was desperate for that smoke! We lay their in silence, the bluey-grey smoke from her fag, filling the room.

As soon as Paulina finished her cigarette, I decided to go for it one more time. This is the beauty of a longer booking, there’s no time pressure and doing it a few times isn’t an issue!

For this last go-round, I thought I would take easier and let my new friend do all the work. I stretched out on my back and slipped another Performa on then motioned for Paulina to straddle me. I slipped right inside her, like I was designed and built for this sole purpose.

Paulina rested her weight on her hands, which were either side of my legs; she leaned back and started riding my cock like a horny hobby horse. The sensation was indescribable!

This time, I didn’t care how long I lasted. I let her bounce and bob on my cock as hard as she could, closed my eyes and just got lost in the feeling. Oh my god, it was good!

When I finally came, I had barely broken a sweat, as Paulina did all the hard work. It was fantastic.

Paulina asked if she could use my shower and naturally I said yes. I assumed, probably correctly that she had another client after me and she wanted to be fresh for him.

I don’t like to think about it, but I expect they sometimes visit me right after shagging someone else. Whoever that next punter was, he deserved a nice, clean pussy to play with! Don’t we all?

Once she returned from her shower, I watched Paulina get dressed and that ultra-hot body of hers was gradually wrapped and covered with the same clothing she arrived in. Once she was dressed, I saw her to the front door and thanked her for the excellent time.

That night I slept the sleep of the truly righteous, satisfied in body, mind and spirit.

Sometimes punting is nearly a religious experience for me, especially when I splash out and spend a little extra to insure a high quality whore, but my other recent experience was even better! I didn’t think I could top it, but top it, I did!

The other women I had, I met in a nightclub, while out one night with Bob. The club, a favourite of Bob’s, is not really my first choice because it’s fairly full of the rich, the beautiful and the young. As much as I like to think I’m all of those things, in reality it could be disputed.

Which is why, when this young hottie started chatting to me, I didn’t really realise at first that she was really flirting with me.

She approached me, smiling and shouted in my ear over the loud music saying “have you got a line?”. Or so I thought. I beckoned for her to follow me and we headed to the gents and found a free stall. Just about everyone in the club was taking it, so she didn’t need to be a genius to work Bob and I were too.

That’s the thing about these clubs, no one blinks twice when someone of the opposite gender goes into the wrong toilet. Everyone knows everyone else is snorting cocaine. It’s a given, accepted part of nightlife here in London.

I withdrew my wrap and started chopping out some lines on the cistern and the young woman just started laughing. Now that I could hear her better, she explained that she didn’t ask for a line, what she said was “have you got the time?” and I misheard.

Now that we were both here, it was a shame to waste the opportunity, so I offered her some anyway, which she quickly accepted.

“Mmmmmm, that’s good”, she said as the charlie hit the back of her throat, “thanks, that was a nice surprise.”

I told her there was plenty more where that came from and winked at her, before she went on her merry way.

Not long after that, my new friend came back, seeking another taste. This time, our wires weren’t crossed and we both knew what to expect.

I laid out some juicy lines this time, as it wasn’t lost on me just how incredibly hot this young woman was. I also made more of an attempt to chat her up this time.

She told me her name was “Candy” and she was nineteen years old. “Nineteen” has to be the sexiest age anyone can be!

She was gorgeous, with dirty blonde, shoulder length hair, a full French manicure, spiked-heeled shoes and the shortest micro-mini I’ve ever had the pleasure of peeling off a woman!

This time, while we were alone in the toilet stall, I decided to throw caution to the wind and I leaned in to kiss “Candy”. Oh my god, did she taste sweet! She responded to my smooth move and I ended up giving her a good long snog!

Yes, I took her home that night. I gave her the full discreetlondon treatment PLUS!

What’s the plus? Extra orgasms!

I made sure the “OR” with her on that first time was especially high!

What’s “the OR”?

Here’s a discreetlondon concept I’ve not shared with you before, “the OR”, or “orgasm ratio”.

It’s simple really, for every orgasm I have; I try to give a woman many more.

For example, with this hot young woman, on that first night, I shot twice, so I made sure she came at least 10 times. That’s an OR of 5, which is high, even for me.

The secret? Concentrated and extended oral love! It works every time! Never skimp on the tongue service, guys! Trust me; she was worth the extra effort!

Her body is so taught, firm and delectable, that had she not had to leave early on Sunday morning, I would have just kept on making her cum until Christmas!

But fear not, we exchanged numbers and I’ve actually been spending quite a bit of time with her since that first night! I couldn’t be happier about it!

So the “breaking news” this week is that I think I’ve got myself a brand new girlfriend! I wasn’t even looking for one!

It’s way too early to say if its going to get heavy, but I am seriously interested in having as much sex as possible with her, as often as possible!

But don’t worry ladies; I’m not off the market yet! It’s not like she’s with me seven nights a week!

And that should bring you all up-to-date on everything that’s happened. Hopefully, I’ll be updating you all next week with even bigger breaking news: That I’ve secured my brand new dream job! Wish me luck!

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And that’s it for now, the job interview is actually on Thursday, which is tomorrow! Time permitting, I’ll be posting a brief update later this week. Again, sorry for all the delays, but I know my fans know that I’m always worth waiting for!

Also, I've nearly got the 2nd installment of "discreetlondon answers" ready to go! Keep those questions coming!

- DL
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