divorcedlondon

I’m still being stalked and I don’t like it.

The email harassment continues at an alarming rate. I’m receiving four or five messages daily. The tone has changed as well, from slightly off to aggressive and extremely unstable. Basically, it’s gone from bad to just plain scary!

If all this wasn’t anonymous, I’d be very tempted to go to the police!

Thankfully, my internet stalker doesn’t have any of my real-life details; otherwise I really would be concerned. If she had my address, I’d be tempted to just move house!

I originally got in touch with her from one of my internet contact adverts and as we corresponded, I had a funny feeling about her and I told her I wouldn’t meet her.

Since then, she hasn’t left me alone! I haven’t responded to any of her messages, not since I told her I wasn’t going to meet her. Her emails are progressively getting weirder and nastier, with a mix of cruel insults peppered with sexual come-ons. It really is quite disquieting.

I’ve counted; we exchanged precisely six emails in both directions before I told her to forget it. Six emails! That means, I only sent three!

She’s sent me over one-hundred now! Where does she find the time?

What’s worse is she keeps quoting my emails back to me, especially the rude bits where I was offering to lick her clit into oblivion!

What can I say? I like going down on women! It’s hardly a secret!

I’ve been tempted, very tempted, at times to write her back and tell her to fuck off or even a polite, “leave me alone”, but I have a feeling that would only increase her interest and abuse. She’s trying to get a reaction from me, any reaction. At this point, I don’t think there’s anything I could do to discourage her.

I’m mulling over having some fun with her instead, but not my usual discreet kind. I’ve got some ideas how I can play enough games with my stalker to put her off ever bothering me (or anyone else!) ever again. I know I shouldn’t, but it would be so easy to wind her up and screw her over.

Maybe I should, after all; she’s certainly earned it!

Remember, she doesn’t have any of my real-life details. Actually, fans of my blogs probably know more about me than she does and you don’t actually know that much, do you?

I think it might be time for me to teach this psycho bitch a lesson!

And speaking of my many fans, thanks to all of you who emailed with your kind wishes after my last entry. I certainly didn’t mean to cause anyone any concerns and I’m fine now.

You can tell who your real fans are; they are the ones that genuinely care! I could feel the love!

I found out why I was so anxious and restless and not sleeping; the cocaine from my new source isn’t pure; it was cut with “speed”.

Now I’ve ever had “speed” before and I’m unfamiliar with it, but I’ve learned the hard way just how much I don’t like it. It keeps you awake in a very big way!

I got this coke from a guy I work with that I’m calling “Wheeler” the dealer; he’s not my usual source.

I confronted him about it and he reluctantly admitted that his gear is cut with a bit of “speed”, but he said his customers prefer the buzz that way.

I can’t see how that would be true; coke from my other source, Elvis, is much cleaner and better in my opinion. I’m hardly an expert; I haven’t been using it that long; around a year, maybe less.

Bob figured it out straight away that it was that batch of cocaine causing me trouble. He dropped by on the Sunday, that weekend when I couldn’t sleep, for a visit.

I told him how I was feeling and he immediately guessed that it might have been the drugs. He had a little taste and as soon as he did, he confirmed there was an extra ingredient in the mix. Bob knows about these things.

I wanted to see Elvis to get some of his better (and cheaper) charlie, but I wasn’t able to reach him. It wasn’t because he was busy, but because I lost his phone number! I couldn’t believe it when I realised this!

Remember I was mugged on New Year’s Eve? I certainly haven’t forgotten!

Well, in addition to my cash, the mugger got my mobile phone as well. The only place I had Elvis’s number was in the memory of that phone so I’m fucked.

The phone that was stolen was a pay-as-you-go, so I can’t even check my monthly bill for his number. I’m stuffed!

I met Elvis through a high-class escort last year and I thought I could ring her for his number, but her number was also in the same phone.

It’s so long ago, I can’t remember which website I booked her from, and so I really have no way to track her down to get his number either.

Even worse, the only number Elvis has for me is, you guessed it, my stolen mobile, so he has no way to reach me either. I owe Elvis five hundred quid, so hopefully he’ll drop by to see me at some point and I can sort out this messy inconvenience.

This is a real problem for me as I’m now out of charlie. I’ve gotten used to having it around and a socially busy weekend is fast approaching. I guess I could get more of “Wheeler’s”. Now that I know its speed too, I could just not use it so late at night. That might be my only real solution!

Last week was quite a hectic week for me at work, my first since I started the new job. That’s part of the reason I didn’t post another entry last week. This week is like the previous weeks and I’ve got sweet F-A to do.

Last week, I went on my first big sales call with a slew of co-workers plus I made my first executive appointment! I’m starting to feel like I’m properly a sales director now!

The sales call was the final pitch for a very big contract that my firm has been working on for a while. It involves one of the most elaborate websites designs I’ve ever seen, not that I’m an expert.

It’s got flash elements, scripts and java applets incorporated in the site and I just wish I knew what those things were!

The Creative Director led our team during the presentation along with members of his staff. My sales team, led by me, were there to offer whatever support we could. He didn’t need much; he’s quite a showman.

This took place in a plush conference room at the client’s office and they had a team of people at the presentation as well. All told, there were probably over twenty people in the room, making it the largest sales presentation I’ve ever attended.

The presentation was expensive, with animated graphics, video clips and mock-ups of the website we’re offering to design and I think it was effective.

The CD, as much as he is a twat, actually seems to know what he’s doing. Yes, he did blind them with lots of marketing speak and buzz words, but our product spoke for itself too.

I think the clients were impressed. I didn’t contribute much, just a key mention that our rates were negotiable, which was about all I could chime in with.

I didn’t mind since I still get my massive commission whether I contribute anything or not; that is assuming they sign on the dotted line! I’m good at reading people, especially in sales situations and I think we have this contract in the bag!

What was completely tedious was the lengthy and pointless de-brief following the meeting. Basically, the same group of people from my firm that attended the presentation, returned to the office, went straight to our conference room and re-hashed the entire meeting, for two hours! The MD even joined us for the tail end of the meeting, but he didn’t say a word.

And guess who insisted on this nonsense? The CD. God, he’s a twat!

But that’s not the interesting thing that happened to me while I was visiting my client’s office. No, what was interesting is that when we arrived, I noticed what the receptionist was reading on her PC screen.

This very blog!

I know; I was shocked too!

I know this a Blogger blog, with a theme and colours chosen from a limited palette, but I can promise you it was my blog!

I was able to read some of it and they were my words on the screen! I nearly burst out laughing, but held it in or it would have meant a lot of explaining that I’m unwilling to do!

Not only that, but the receptionist was a right hottie!

If I thought she would have believed me, I would have told her I was discreetlondon and then offered her the full discreetlondon treatment right then and there!

What hot female fan would refuse an offer like that? It was still too risky a game to play.

All I could do was wonder if she really was a big fan, just a casual visitor or someone who someone stumbled upon this site.

I also wondered if she thought about what she read when she got home at night, or even if she snuck off to the office loos for a quick fumble in her knickers. I’ll never know, but my imagination can have a field day!

So if you’re a receptionist and you enjoy my blog, there’s a very good chance I was standing in front of your desk last week, staring at your cleavage and you didn’t even know it!

You still don’t, not for sure!

My fan base is always growing! I just didn’t expect to come face-to-face with one! The whole thing was quite simply, surreal.

The prospective clients said they would get back to us before the close of play at the end of this week, so everyone in my office is on edge waiting for their final answer. I’ve had a couple of follow-up calls on the terms of the contract and our rates, which I’ve fielded with aplomb.

There’s a big celebration party planned if this deal comes off and even better, I’m in line for a rather sizable bonus. The MD told me it was already in the budget before I joined, so I might as well take it.

Who am I to argue with logic like that?

Never forget, I’m a shit-hot salesman and deserve every pound they pay me! I’m the king of closers! So I’m not going to let this massive deal slip away!

I’m also a brilliant boss. Now that I’ve made my first executive appointment, no one can dispute my managerial abilities!

My department had a vacancy for a senior sales executive and the two candidates were both junior sales execs in the department already. The competition was between the very sexy and sexually available “Jenny” and the frumpy, yet very qualified “Ginny”.

Per the human resources department, I followed the company’s appointment procedures to the letter. That included separate, formal interviews for each candidate, conducted by me with an HR person in attendance as well.

We did “Jenny” last Tuesday and “Ginny’s” interview was on the Wednesday and I announced my decision on the Thursday.

It was really no contest at all; one of them was very well prepared and put her case across for the position in a very clear, concise way. The other simply thought that offering to sleep with me would be enough to secure the job.

Ordinarily, that approach would have worked, but I thought this time, I need to be professional.

“Jenny” came in for her interview dressed to the nines. She was wearing a very tight black jacket and slacks combination that only accentuated her perfect breasts and pinch-able bum. Her blouse was more low-cut than usual and she really has an exquisite set of tits.

I’ve quietly been finding out more about her; her husband is a highly paid city trader or something, so she doesn’t need to work. It’s a hobby job; plus she’s a prolific shagger and has had quite a few affairs in the office and out. She’s my kind of bird!

“Ginny” on the other hand, arrived for her interview in yet another floral print dress, buttoned up to her neck. She looked like she stepped out of the fifties.

As a token gesture, she put on some dark red lipstick, the only make-up I’ve ever seen her wear. She’s on the tall side, thin and quite flat-chested; you wouldn’t give her a second look if you saw her.

The rumour is she’s a virgin and based on my observations, I think that’s probably true. That said; she’s a fucking hard worker. My impression is that her job is pretty much her life.

I tried to keep an open mind in both interviews and weigh each candidate’s relative merits based on their responses to the same list of questions.

“Jenny” certainly presents herself in a confident, self-assured manner, but the substance of her answers was sorely lacking. The only time “Ginny” really sparkled was when she was answering specific questions and her responses were textbook perfect.

Objectively, it really was no contest.

“Ginny” was thrilled when I told her the job was hers. I think she might have hugged me when I told her the good news, if she wasn’t so uptight! Giving the job to her really was the right decision. She’s going to do a bang-up job; I have high hopes for her!

“Jenny” didn’t take it so well but tried very hard not to show it. I think she was confused that her sexual charms weren’t enough to win the day; I don’t think she’s accustomed to her feminine wiles letting her down.

I told both women the outcome separately and tried to give them some advice and encouragement.

For “Ginny”, that meant trying to diplomatically as possible, point her in the direction of a complete makeover. She needs a new hairstyle, new clothes, and new make-up, even a boob job. The works!

Of course, I couldn’t say any of that; certainly not in such a direct and blunt manner. Instead, I let her know that now she’s an executive; she needs to look the part.

I don’t think “Ginny” really got what I was trying to tell her, so I’ve asked my assistant, Terry to have a word. If anyone will know how to get the point across its Terry and I bet he could even give her the entire makeover himself!

My advice to “Jenny” was more interesting, as I told her she has plenty of potential and could have a great future in my department.

Further to that, I told her I wanted to make her my protégé and that the next senior sales vacancy, should she follow my advice, could be her’s for the taking.

Hey, I’m not stupid! “Jenny” is hot, hot, HOT and I’m going to get some! I didn’t say I’d never sleep with her, did I? I just made sure having sex with her didn’t interfere with the selection process.

And it didn’t, did it? Everything will be on my terms.

In around a fortnight, I’ve got to go to Manchester to see another client and I’m bringing “Jenny” along for the ride. Just because I didn’t let her sleep her way into this promotion, doesn’t mean I won’t let her earn the next one in all sorts of delightful ways!

We’re in a bit of a dispute with a firm up there and I’ve drawn the short straw and have to go deal with it. With “Jenny” accompanying me, perhaps my straw is longer than I thought.

Insert your own dick joke here, I can’t think of one. I shouldn’t make jokes anyway.

I’m still coaching my friend Hans, the security guard in his pursuit of the coffee-cart girl. With me guiding him, he can’t go wrong!

Hans is a really nice guy from South Africa who’s over here working as a guard in my building. He’s probably the person I’m friendliest with in the at my office, which you might find strange, since I’m an executive and he’s just a guard, but he’s a good guy.

He’s got a major crush on that hot Australian girl who works on the coffee cart in reception. I don’t blame him; she’s so hot she’s smoking! If she wasn’t so damn young, I might even take a punt myself!

She’s blonde, naturally, with a tight, firm body and she wears lots of crop-tops, which expose her flat belly and pierced navel, even in this weather.

What it is about those belly button rings that drive me crazy?

Everything about women drives me crazy! I’m just easy, but at least I’m not cheap!

My friend Hans is quite shy when it comes to women. It’s quite sweet really, he doesn’t even like coffee, yet every day he buys himself a latte just so he can have an excuse to chat with her! Bless!

I’ve decided to make getting Hans into bed with the hot Aussie babe my personal project. We’re playing a long game, but I’m not going to rest until he’s pulled her. Maybe it’s just my way of seducing her by proxy?

What Hans needs is confidence and if I can help him to gain some, especially with the ladies, it will be a good deed, indeed!

That doesn’t mean I’m neglecting my own love life, far from it. Actually, I’m planning on kicking it into overdrive!

As threatened, I registered myself on a proper internet dating site. As is my way, I won’t mention the site I’m using by name, but its part of a major internet portal, lets you search for women by postcode and it looks pretty damn good.

I’ve filled out a full profile, complete with a photograph, which is very unusual for me. Actually, I think it’s the first time I’ve ever uploaded a photo of myself online anywhere!

However, since I’m nearly divorced and it’s a traditional site, I don’t feel I’ve got anything to hide or be embarrassed about, unlike many of my other online activities, which I prefer to keep private.

Private except for my blog, where I share all my deepest secrets!

Anyway, there’s no stigma attached to internet dating these days, or so I read in the paper recently.

I’m taking it slow, checking out the available talent on the site, sniffing out the genuine hotties.

I’ve fired off a couple of emails and have only had one response so far.

If doing this is anything like my sleazy sites, the men will outnumber the women rather significantly, so I’m not expecting to be overwhelmed with replies.

That one response though, has yielded a dinner date for this Saturday night, which is another reason why I want to score some more coke!

The woman I’m taking to dinner is thirty-five and divorced with two young children. She’s a teacher at a local comprehensive in west London and is looking for a serious relationship.

I don’t know if I’m looking for another serious relationship right now, but something on going would be good. At least if I was in a relationship of some sort, I could get back to cheating outrageously, which is what I do best!

This woman is quite attractive in a middle-class, married young and irresponsibly kind of way. I’m looking forward to meeting her in person, she’s not really what I’m used to, but I’d do her.

I’d do anyone! I probably even do you!

We had a long, friendly chat on the telephone and I could tell she had a sense of humour. Either that or she pretended to laugh at my jokes. Either way, I have a good feeling about her.

Bob’s still seeing that divorced woman from Chelsea. He won’t admit it, but I think it’s getting serious. He’s with her nearly all time. I still haven’t met her, but I hope to one day. Maybe if I have a proper, respectable girlfriend we could all go out together.

It’s weird to think that I’m thirty-nine years old and embarking on the road to dating. Or an even more frightening prospect; that I could end up in another serious relationship!

I’m not even completely out of the one I was in! My damn (nearly) ex-wife still hasn’t filed for the decree absolute! I really need to get her moving.

I’m addicted to that new website I’ve mentioned. I’ve been checking it everyday, though I haven’t booked anyone else from it yet. I will, though.

The site is amazing; it’s probably the best website I’ve ever visited! I’ve already placed my second order for Erectalis and I’m just so drawn into the escort listings that I find myself logging onto it several times a day.

They make it easy for you to search through their database of whores with all sorts of criteria, from location, to physical description and even the specific services they provide.

My favourite search is a simple one, I select the following categories: women; escorts; will travel; in London and available NOW.

I think that’s the clincher, the immediacy of it all. This search generates a list of women who could visit right then and there, complete with photos and some of them nude!

Sometimes when I’m sitting at my desk at work and I do this search, I imagine booking one to come and see me in the office.

I could ask the prossie to dress smart and professionally, then just drop the blinds on my glass wall, lock the door and get blown! I could really do this!

I could get discreetly sucked off while my entire department sat outside, oblivious to my discreet adventures and no one would ever be the wiser!

The temptation may become so great that I’ll have to do it!

The other search is similar to the previous one, but I don’t select the “available now” option.

What I do to make this second search more interesting is that I filter the results so the most recently registered prossies on the site come up at the top of the list. This is the best way to keep track of the newest whores who’ve joined the site and every day there’s a few more new ones to choose from!

I’ve set up a “hotlist” on this site, to keep track of them all, which is another cool feature. Basically it’s like bookmarking and consists of all the hotties I’m hoping to shag in the not too distant future and continues to grow!

Sometimes I just log in and look at my selected group of personal favourites and imagine how good it will be as I work my way through each and every one of them!

And yes, I’ve had to nip off to the office loos more than once just to wank myself senseless because of these discreet dreams.

There are literally hundreds of hot, horny whores to choose from and every week, I seem to make a new bizarre discovery.

After “hardsports” (yuck!), and last week’s identical twins, this week’s find is possibly the most bizarre. I stumbled upon a woman who, for a limited time, is offering her services as a “lactating mother”.

I’ll admit it, I had to Google “lactating” to discover it’s meaning. It turns out it means when a woman is breast-feeding and “expressing” milk.

That’s a new one on me too, “expressing” milk.

You’d think with my ex-wife breastfeeding my daughter, I might know a bit more about this subject, but I don’t. I guess it only shows just how little a part I’m playing in both their lives.

But by far the scariest part of my search was that I had to go to the second page of the results to discover this common definition.

Why?

Simple, because the first page of results was wall-to-wall lactation porn!

Sorry, but I don’t find anything sexy about human breast milk. Call me old fashioned but they idea of tasting it kind of puts me off me dinner, if you know what I mean!

My other observation this week is that it’s amazing to me how many women are signing up to provide sexual services.

I suppose it’s easy enough to set yourself up this way. All you need are some revealing photos, the number to your local mini-cab office and the willingness to shag strangers for dosh.

Fill out the form, register as a service provider and suddenly you are your own independent, tax-free business!

You know the old joke about prostitution that goes something like this:

An older whore is explaining to a younger whore why it’s such a great profession. She said, “You got it. Then you sell it. But you’ve still got it! It’s the perfect product!”

As a salesman, I do appreciate the common sense here.

There are so many women just giving it away, it only makes sense that the smart one’s wise-up and realise that they can still have their fun and make some dosh at the same time.

Thanks to this website, anyone with the desire can be up and running and in business in no time! It’s really made it easier for the amateurs to go pro!

And I have to say again that I find it extremely distressing that so many women on this particular site, especially the younger, newer whores, are offering “bareback” sex.

This is so stupid and it makes me so angry, I could scream!

Look, if you happen to be one of these prossies who’s doing it without a johnny or you know one, or one offers you a bareback ride, do me a big fucking favour please! Tell them to stop! It’s dangerous and no shag is ever worth dying for, ever!

Not even with that hottie from Big Brother last summer, Sam Heuston, would I consider unsafe sex. Unless we both went and got an AIDS test, and passed it with flying colours!

I don’t care who you are; or how safe and clean you think you are; use a goddamn rubber!

And that my friends, ends my public service announcement!

There’s one thing that’s continued to trouble me greatly. I’m talking about the situation with my daughter.

I guess that’s why I’ve saved it till the end of this entry. I’ve put it off as long as I could, but I can’t “not” mention it, can I?

Specifically, I’m starting to deeply wonder if I’m really her father. I haven’t seen her again since the post-Christmas visit and my wife hasn’t seemed keen to let me have her again. Well, we have nothing planned at the moment, but it’s not for my lack of trying.

I think I was so excited at finding out I was father; so over the moon thrilled, that I had overlooked this plausible possibility.

I want to thank one of my regular fans that got in touch and suggested a paternity test. Thank you, mate! Though, if I’m honest, the thought had crossed my mind already.

The problem with having a DNA test done is a simple one; I’ll find out the truth.

And if it turns out the truth is that I’m not her father, well, I think I’ll just be devastated!

I love that little girl so much it hurts! She has to be mine; she just has to!

Is my wife really that downright scummy that she would try to fool me again? I don’t know if I want to know the answer to this one either!

I’m sorry; this is really hard for me to think about and even harder to write about.

I’m in my office right now and I’m actually getting a bit choked up. I really can’t let that happen here, so I think I’ll bring this entry to a rapid close.