divorcedlondon

It’s been a week of new discoveries for me, both professionally and personally.

The office Christmas party was particularly revealing; with revelation after revelation regarding my colleagues. Overall, I think they’re my kind of people and I’ll fit right in with them.

I think I do already!

My personal discovery has even more potential, as I’ve found a new website that nearly caters to all my discreet needs completely! This development as well cannot be underestimated!

I’ve settled right into the routine at the office already, though I’m certain that once the holiday period is over, things there will intensify. The main headline on my new job is that I’m genuinely not expected to do very much!

The life of a director, eh?

My assistant, Terry, seems to keep everything ticking over nicely. He handles all my admin, runs interference with my staff and generally keeps me insulated from the wider world.

I’ve suddenly become a difficult man to reach; even Bob says getting past Terry is no mean feat…and he’s my best mate! Terry now knows that Bob gets priority treatment!

I can’t sing Terry’s praises loud enough! I don’t really care if he’s gay or not, he does a fantastic job!

Bob’s still in Paris with his new special lady, though he’s rung a couple of times just to say “hi”. I can’t tell if it’s serious or not, but then I bet Bob can’t either. All I know is he seems to really be interested in this new woman. Good on ‘em!

I’ve been spending some time checking out various internet dating sites and I think I’ve decided which one to start with. I don’t want to mention the name of the site, but its part of a major internet portal and it allows you to search for other members based on all sorts of factors, including one’s postcode. Bring on the local ladies!

I’ve got to choose a photo of myself once I sign-up and that’s not proving too easy. I suppose I should have one taken of myself especially for this purpose. The truth is; I don’t know really how I want to be seen online. Do I want to be wearing a suit and tie, looking all respectable or would casual be a better bet? How about a cock shot? (Just kidding!) I just don’t know what the best approach is.

My expertise lies elsewhere on the internet, where pulling women is both my art and my religion. I’m good with NSA fun; getting a hot woman into a mini-cab on short notice is what I specialise in; I’m not sure how I will do in the traditional world of dating. It’s been a long time since I properly did anything like that!

How many emails must be exchanged before it’s appropriate to meet? How many dates does one need to endure before trying to slip some woman the tongue or more importantly, the trouser snake?

I don’t have the answers yet, but at least I’ve identified some of the questions! Come the New Year, I’ll be trying to find out for myself.

I guess I want to meet someone like Bob has, for more traditional fun and games. After “Candy”, it will also be nice to meet someone closer to my own age…but not too close!

“Candy” actually sent me a Christmas card, which was a bit of a surprise. She’d written a short note inside it saying she’d still like to see me again.

Keep dreaming, love! She just should have been honest with me! Maybe things would be different!

My wife is still at her parents’ place with our daughter. I’m really missing her; my daughter, not my wife. It’s really starting to piss me off that I’ve hardly seen her and I’m hoping next weekend I can spend some quality time with her! Damn holidays!

It’s not easy being a new father, especially when you never get to see your child. All the gifts I bought her are still sitting here in my flat and at the rate I’m going; it will be next Christmas before I get to give them to her!

Against my better judgement, I attended my new employer’s Christmas party last week. It was held in a fancy club in central London, which we hired out for the night. There was an open bar, finger food and a DJ. There was also a mountain of cocaine, but here’s the interesting bit, not all of it was mine!

I went home between working and the party to freshen up and change, while many of my colleagues didn’t have the chance. The joys of living centrally! I swapped my business suit for smart but casual, with casual trousers, a blazer styled jacket and a turtleneck jumper. I didn’t look too bad actually and didn’t seem out of place. Thank God things aren’t too formal with my new employers.

The party was just kicking off as I arrived; I guess there were around one hundred people attending. Most were employees, but there were a handful of guests, clients, suppliers and the like.

The MD was greeting people as they arrived and I got quite a warm reception. He was in the most jovial of moods and slapped me heartily on the back as he directed me to the bar.

I decided to pace myself, so I started out with a single whiskey. I had blasted a couple of lines before I left my flat and I had a gram with me to enjoy throughout the night.

I picked a spot in the corner, nearest to the bar and the men’s room, which afforded me a convenient base and vantage point to keep an eye on the evening’s activities. As other members of my department appeared, they began to join my little circle and before long there was a small crowd of us.

Being near to the men’s room, I was able to keep track of who was going in and who was coming out. Mainly, it seemed to be everyone, male and female! I didn’t need to be a genius to work out what was going on!

When I finally heard the call of nature myself, I ventured into the loo. I wanted to have a slash and a toot, but all the stalls appeared to be occupied. After a brief wait, one of the doors opened and several people from the accounts department emerged, laughing and rubbing their noses, which confirmed my suspicions.

I went into the stall and had a quick piss, before laying out a couple of juicy lines for myself on the cistern. I tried to snort them discreetly, as is my way with everything, but there was no point. In the stall to my right, I could hear a group of people whooping it up and the stall on my left I could hear the hushed whispers of another pair.

As I emerged, the door to the stall on my left also opened and out walked two members of my department. One of them was a senior account exec, the other a junior exec on the shortlist for promotion.

As I believe I mentioned, one of my first acts in my new job will be to appoint a new senior sales executive. The two candidates, both female, are junior sales execs in my department. They both seem fairly evenly matched, though the one I saw coming out of the toilet might end up with an edge. Really, it’s still too early to tell.

Both of them glanced at me sheepishly as I caught their indiscretion, but I simply smiled and nodded knowingly.

I went back to the bar and got another drink, then rejoined the little group from my department right where I left them. The other candidate for the senior sales post had arrived while I was in the loo and joined the group as well.

I suppose I should tell you a bit about both candidates, who I’ll call “Ginny” and “Jenny”, though of course, they are not their real names.

“Jenny” is by far the more attractive of the pair. She’s absolutely gorgeous, with long highlighted brown hair, tan skin and a firm, lithe body. She’s married to a wealthy city trader and sports a large diamond on the ring finger of her left hand.

Sometimes the sexiest thing a woman can wear is another man’s diamond ring!

“Jenny” is also the office slut, or so I am reliably told and has slept with more than her share of colleagues and clients. Especially clients apparently; she has closed a few deals on the strength of her sexual availability.

I know what you’re thinking already; she’s DL’s kind of bird!

The other candidate, “Ginny” is nowhere near as good looking, but at a stretch you would say she’s cute. She’s got ginger hair (hence “Ginny”) cut into an androgynous bob. She’s quite thin and flat-chested and dresses in a somewhat plain style.

That said, “Ginny” is extremely bright and always well prepared professionally.

The unconfirmed rumour in the office is that she’s a virgin, but I can’t believe someone hovering around the age of thirty could still be untouched. I’d do her!

But I’d do nearly anyone!

Either one of them could do the job; it’s not a question of their competence. I’ve got to think professionally!

Decision, decisions! All in good time.

The drinking, snacking and small talk continued in our little group, though maybe not so much eating; coke’s a real appetite killer. I also kept an eye on the loo and the steady stream of coke-traffic continued.

Eventually, I felt the need for another blast and excused myself to the loo. Once inside, I ran into “Jenny” and the senior sales colleague I saw her with earlier. They were waiting for a stall to use, as was I.

I got chatting to them and made them aware that I was “hip to the scene”. The guy invited me in to join them for a line. No one was even trying to hide what they were up to, it was all very blatant!

I found out that one of the junior accountants in the company is the office coke dealer! I made a mental note to seek him out for a conversation later.

My employee laid out six generous lines and we each had two goes. He said if I want any more, just ask. “Jenny” was all smiles, but I could tell she was slightly unnerved by my presence.

From there, it was back to the bar for more drinks and small talk. I tried to engage “Ginny” with some small talk, but she seemed somewhat anxious and shy. Perhaps she too was just nervous because I’m her boss. I don’t know.

The senior sales guy nudged me and pointed out the coke dealing junior accountant and off I went to make his acquaintance.

The first thing I noticed about the accountant was his age; he seemed very young. He was a skinny, spotty kid really, in a cheap suit; he couldn’t have been more than twenty; twenty-five tops.

I introduced myself and told him I heard he could be quite helpful. He asked me what I needed and I told him, nothing tonight, but at some point in the future, maybe. I just wanted to make sure that would be OK.

He told me it wasn’t a problem; he’s always well-stocked and happy to help! Result!

We got chatting and it turns out he’s also the office gossip monger! He gave me the low-down on absolutely everyone; including “Jenny” and “Ginny”, the MD, the Creative Director, you name it! It was probably one of the best chats I had all night.

He told me that “Jenny” was a real up-and-comer in the company while “Ginny” was seen as a bit dull and uninspired. He was a real source of detailed information!

And some of the stuff he told me about the MD…well, I might just hang on to that for another day!

The junior accountant excused himself to go chat with some other people and I returned to my little group from the sales department. I ended up next to “Ginny” again, chatting casually, when I decided to test the waters. I asked her if she’d like a little pick-me-up…?

She bristled at the suggestion and quickly declined. I was not surprised. We talked a bit more, before I excused myself to the loo again.

As I was going in, I caught “Jenny’s” eye and signalled for her to join me. She didn’t hesitate. The toilet was quite empty at this point and we jumped into an empty stall. I withdrew my wrap and started to lay out a few lines on the cistern.

“Jenny” was being very friendly and flirty as well as complimentary. She told me the department needed a strong leader like me.

Even with the cocaine, my nasal membranes are quite well tuned and I can smell bullshit from a mile off! I haven’t been there long enough for her to know what sort of leader, strong or otherwise, I am!

I motioned for her to go first with the charlie and she bent down to snort it up. She was wearing quite a tight jacket and skirt combination with heels and her bottom looked imminently squeezable, but I resisted temptation.

When she stood up to let me take my turn, she stopped me and said “I shouldn’t really say this, but I know you’re making the sales appointment soon and I just wanted to let you know that I would do anything to get that job…”

I knew what she meant. You know what she meant. She meant she’d shag me senseless if I’d promote her.

Of course, it’s tempting; she’s a right shaggable piece of ass!

But here’s the part that will surprise you, I didn’t pull my cock out and give her one right then and there. Oh no. I’m not making any mistakes like that this time!

Instead, I told her I’m keeping an open mind on the appointment and don’t plan on making any decisions until early in the New Year. She said that when I do get around to making my decision, to keep what she said in mind.

Oh I will, you can count on that!

And with that, we returned to the group. “Ginny” was just saying her goodbyes, quite early considering. I offered to walk her to the door. It was only fair, since “Jenny” had a chance to whisper to me privately, she should have her chance too.

As we walked to the door, I was struck with how plain looking “Ginny” was and what a contrast there was between her and “Jenny”. “Jenny” is beautiful, confident, and stylish, while “Ginny” is plain, shy and frumpy. Imagine showing up to your office Christmas do in a floral print dress!

“Ginny” didn’t say much to me, so I brought up the subject of the promotion and explained that come the New Year I’d be making the appointment and I wanted her to know she was on the shortlist.

That made her light up like a Christmas tree. Immediately she started telling me about her plans to expand our market share. She was full of ideas and some of them were fairly innovative! In a short space of time, she actually impressed me and I saw an enthusiasm there that I hadn’t noticed before.

Perhaps this appointment wasn’t going to be as straightforward as I had thought!

With that, we said our goodnights and “Ginny” disappeared into the darkness.

The evening continued as it started, with drink, coke and small talk. I probably could have pulled someone. I know I could have had “Jenny” if I wanted, but I stuck to my plan of not doing anything naughty. By the end of the night, I was ready for my pillows and nothing more.

The following day there were more than a few sore heads in the office and it seemed like everyone was running a bit late, except for Terry, my assistant, who as usual, was in before me. He didn’t attend the Christmas party, smart lad!

Nothing really happened at work on the Thursday or Friday; Friday was actually an unofficial half-day before the big four day holiday weekend. It was sort of a gradual winding down. My boss told all the directors to take this week off, so I haven’t been in the office at all, though I have checked in with Terry for messages. There wasn’t a single one!

That left me on my own and alone for the entirety of Christmas weekend, something I don’t really recommend. I placed a slew of adverts on my sleazy contact websites, but figured; quite correctly that it was an exercise in futility. I did actually have a couple of replies, but they were from time-wasters who really had no intention of meeting me.

I don’t really understand the reason for playing email ping-pong for half the day, only to decide in the end that you’re not going to go through with it. If it’s just wank-fodder, then why not just go out and get a Mills and Boon romance novel and frig yourself silly? Why waste my time too?

I considered ringing an agency and making a booking, but didn’t. Perhaps I should have, but if I did, then I might not have stumbled onto this new website I discovered. Perhaps it’s not actually that new, but it was new to me.

It was the internet’s Christmas gift to me! I discovered it just after midnight on Christmas eve while trying to Google my way into something else.

Imagine, if you will, a virtual online Disneyland for all things commercially sexual!

For starters, this website lists contact details for literally hundreds of whores, all independent and some of them part-timers. You can search for them in many different ways with all sorts of criteria, from location to price to even the service offered!

And they don’t only list London, but the entire country, which should come in handy if I do any work-related travel.

By far the most useful information provided is on the prossie’s availability. You can search for who is available right now; today or you can even check an individual girl’s schedule.

You can also make a booking through the website, for incalls, outcalls, phone sex, webcam fun, you name it!

What I found most bizarre is the number of services many of these escorts offer. There were even things they listed that I didn’t know anything about and had to Google to understand. For example, “adult baby minding”; this was a new one on me! It means a guy dresses up in a diaper, acts like a child and the whore pretends to be the nanny. Weird. And surprisingly popular.

By far, the nastiest, most disgusting thing on offer is something called “hard sports”. And no I don’t mean a rougher version of football or rugby!

“Hard sports” involves playing with poo. No, I am not making it up

I think I might vomit!

Apparently you can either “give” or “receive” hard sports. Either way, I find it totally unsexy and disgusting!

Even worse, I saw one woman listed on the site who said “A Levels” were acceptable after “hard sports”. At least I know what “A Levels” mean; it’s anal sex and I’m not a big fan of that either. It means this whore will let you fuck her up her ass right after she has a shit! Yuck!

When I book a woman from this site, and I will, if she mentions “hard sports” in her profile, she won’t get my custom. Not only don’t I want to do this act of extreme perversion, I don’t want to play with someone who would be willing to do it! It’s just too, too, too…I don’t have a word that fully expresses my feelings!

But lots of them do things I would enjoy, like CIM (cum in mouth) and quite a few swallow. BDSM also seemed popular, though the dominants outnumbered the submissives rather significantly. I didn’t know there were so many services to list. It’s a bigger world than even I realised!

There were all sorts advertising on this website, even a few prossies who would do it “bareback”, which I find fairly shocking if not unbelievable!. I can’t imagine fucking a whore without a condom, it’s just too risky!

Different strokes for different folks!

I didn’t actually book anyone from this site yet, mainly because the choice of available women over the Christmas holiday weekend was a bit thin. Even whores need to celebrate the holiday, I guess.

I’ve been checking it every day and the selection is widening; I reckon after New Year, I’ll give it a go!

The fees also vary quite a bit and a careful consumer could end up with a real bargain, like several hours with a right hottie for what I’ve been paying for an hour with some snooty, high-class foreign escort. Because these girls are independent and not affiliated with an agency, they can pass the savings on to you!

But none of this is the really big news about this site, oh no.

The really big news is they also sell a couple of items that I’m particularly interested in; generic penis pills!

That’s right! They sell a generic version of Viagra, called Kamagra which is just like the Vega I get, but on top of that, they stock something called Erectalis.

Erectalis is the new name for my beloved Apcalis, which is the generic form of Cialis!

I’ve been getting the Apcalis from Elvis, my coke dealer, but he’s not got a steady, regular supply. Perhaps it’s because he doesn’t know that it has a new name. I’ll tell him the next time I see him.

That’s how I stumbled into this site; I was doing a search for a reliable supplier of Apcalis.

I’ve been searching for a regular, steady source of Apcalis, I mean Erectalis, since last summer when Elvis first introduced it to me. They are the best boner pills on the market; they’re fast, effective and long lasting.

The ordering process on this website seems a bit convoluted, but I’m willing to give it a go as I really want to get a load of these pills. I’m placing my first order next week, after the holiday.

If this site is even half as good as it looks, it will be amazing! I can’t believe I’ve only just found it!

I won’t be including a link here, however; mainly for two reasons:

- I don’t want to call too much attention to it; I’d like to see it up and running for a long time to come!

- If I did ever decide to provide them with a proper recommendation, they should pay me for it! I’m serious!

An endorsement from discreetlondon could bring in a lot of business for them. It would only be fair if they paid me for the privilege.

My popularity here online can’t be underestimated! I’d provide them a permanent link in a prominent spot on my blogs, if they’d throw some advertising money my way. And maybe a discount on the Erectalis and with the ladies!

But I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let me test their services and offerings before I send any of my fans their way! But once I’ve confirmed they’re as good as they say, I’d be more than happy to share my discovery!
Any of my true fans who need the link now, before I can personally sample their services; I’m only an email away!

I'm anticipating a quiet holiday weekend again.

I've got no real plans for the next few days, except to get well and truly off my face. If I see an available prossie on that site that I like the look of, I just might treat myself! But if it's anything like last weekend, over Christmas, it will probably just be a few scrubbers that I wouldn't want to pay for!

And this concludes my last entry for 2005, which was an eventful year for yours truly. At least it’s ending on a (mostly) high note for me!

May the New Year bring each and every one of you as much luck as I've had recently! Have a deliciously discreet time!