Some Ground Rules

Some Ground Rules

Pictured above: My blog entry that London Lite printed without my permission


Three days ago London Lite just published an entry from this blog without my permission. I’m not especially happy about that, especially since 3 former work mates have figured out that I am NaiveLondonGirl – but that’s another story. I guess it means I have some new readers here. It also means there’s a whole new round of freaks e-mailing me.

So if you’re gonna e-mail me or instant message me (MSN: naive_london_girl@msn.com), let’s set some ground rules:

1. I do not want to see pictures of your cock. This is definitely not a turn on.

2. No, I don’t have any other pictures to send to you. Yes, of course I have more pictures of me, but I am wholly uninterested in sending them to you.

3. Stop e-mailing me and asking who Mr.MusicBiz is. It's confidental, anddmore importantly, none of your business

4. No, I’m not interested in going out with you. I don’t want to have drinks, dinner or sex with you.

5. Yes, that tit is mine. No you can’t see a pic of the other.

6. I am often busy and rarely have time to chat.

7. Intelligent, witty and thought-provoking messages are most welcome.

So if you can stick by those rules I’m happy to hear from you. And maybe I’ll e-mail you back. No guarantees tho. Somehow I’m always soooooo busy.

Right, so 3 former work mates saw the London Lite article published and have subsequently visited this site. Ugh. No, it’s not a complete nightmare, but it’s far from ideal. It’s one thing being anonymous on the net, but trying to be anonymous in a London newspaper seems more difficult.

So the DG is one of the three people who saw the article and visited the site here. Oops. Hope he’s not mad about the stuff I’ve said about him. Most of it’s flattering, right?

I’m still in the midst of my dry spell. 30 days without sex. Right now I’m okay, because Aunt Flo is in town. Somehow those 30 days crept up on me. I did ask the Ex if he wanted to shag last Sunday. He was completely uninterested. He looked at me as if I had asked him, “Do you want to eat your own feces?” He has a seriously low sex drive. No wonder he’s the EX.

Yesterday I was über horny and ended up using the shower head massager to get me off. Here’s my technique: Fill the tub half way with warm water. Then use alternating hot & cold water with the shower head massager. The massager should be on a directional setting, so that all the water comes out of a narrow area, allowing you to focus on one part of your body at a time. Aim the massager at your clit. You’ll come in less than 60 seconds.

I stayed in the tub until I came 5 times. I’m not sure if that’s pathetic or ambitious? I mean, it’s been ages since I’ve come that many times.

Hmmmm I think I’m going to go back into the tub now. Cumming hard before bed is certainly a luxury.