Should I Lie to You?

I had an interesting comment left for me on one of my blog entires.  It got me thinking.  Should I lie to you?

This is becoming pathetic... has left a new comment on your post "Again in the Balls! Oops!":

I mean, c'mon dude. Your man is a wimp.

Which new yorker would winge twice over his balls being bumped into around the same female he's freeloading on?

This is becoming kinda pathetic and boring to read. 2 posts on the same dude who doesn't even fuck you, yet sleeps in your flat for free (like any woman would accept a dinner in exchange for a fortnight's lodging in central london).

Lie to us.
Tell us he gave you mindblowing sex.
Tell us you beat his ass for wimping like a touchy/delicate/sensitive faggot over his balls which were obviously empty to begin with.
Tell us you wiped his laptop clean of that gay ass Star-Trek Atlantis shite.
Tell us something new and interesting.

Don't tell us about bank tube station and Gary's sensitive balls anymore.

We'll stop reading this and go onto the multi-men gang-bang blog which is even more pathetic and boring...

8 men on one bitch who seems to have had it (no more appeal left to be fucked by any respectable man who requires some form of sex-appeal and at least a favourable ratio of women to men in their presence to achieve an orgasm).

So this got me thinking.  Should I lie to you? Do you want me to make up stories about getting fucked daily, nightly and ever-so-rightly?

I tend like the "warts and all" mentality.  Yes, I can write about the great sex that I have, but not all the sex I have is great.  Some of it is bad, sloppy, weird or mediocre.  I feel that if I were writing about having fantastic sex all the time this blog would be false-- a total figment of my imagination.  I think that there are a lot of you who read this blog who would pick up on that.  What would be the difference then between reading this and say a Harlequin / Mills and Boon Novel?

Obviously, when you're writing a sex blog, there are certain things that you have to lie about-- mostly names, places and occupations- which are generally inconsequential to the experience anyhow.  Does it matter that my friend/fuck buddy's name isn't really Gary?  Does that change the fact that I puked on his cock or that I had anal sex with him?

I feel that I should try to 'keep it real' as much as possible.  But let me know what you think?  Should I lie to you?

Too Harsh? More Thoughts on Zoe Margolis

Last night when I was in bed, I had a thought...  I tend to think about my blog entries as I laying in bed.  Anyhow I was thinking that maybe I was a bit too harsh on Zoe Margolis in my blog post Zoe Margolis, the Evening Standard and a Lesson in Journalism.

For the record, I do think what the Times did to her was shitty. I still stand by my statement that I don't think it's possible to famous and anonymous.  It's incongruous if anything.  I do think that it was naive of her to think that she could remain anonymous and have a best selling book.

When I said, "The best thing that could have happened to her career is her being outted. How many books has she sold since then?" What I really meant was that the best thing to happen to her WRITNG CAREER was to be outted.  She'll come through this and will ultimately be a better writer because of it.

Being outted was probably the worst thing to happen to her professional film career.  In that business your reputation is everything.  To have it tarnished and destroyed would be personally devastating.  I can definitely sympathize with that.  I can imagine that she was quite traumatized by the ordeal.

Anyhow, no one has asked me to clarify this.  I haven't received any bitchy hate mail or comments.  This was just something I was thinking as I was laying in bed last night.

Gang Bang Answers

Fellow blogger Dave has provided many answers I had to my entry Gang Bang Curosity. He has posted his answers in his blog: Glimpses of Dave. Please go to his blog, read his gang bang answers and check out his other entries. http://glimpsesofdave.blogspot.com

How do you decide which guy goes first?
We were in an over-priced, yet poorly decorated hotel room. Peach floral print bedspread and matching carpet. A double bed in the middle of the room. The scent of abrasive cleaning fluids, masked with potpourri filled the air. If not for the group of guys and a woman in various states of undress, the room could have been mistaken for a Better Homes and Gardens "before" picture from 1977.


The woman in question was Edwina. Or Eddie, as her husband called her. Eddie stood about 5'4, had long black hair that was messy and somewhat wavy. She had small-ish breasts that weren't on speaking terms with gravity. She and her husband lived in the suburbs, had kids, and did gang bangs for fun on the weekend.


Edwina stripped down to her black bra and panties, complete with thigh high stockings, garter belt, the whole nine yards. Clearly these was her "slutting around" outfit, which may have been a little cliché, but was appropriate for the occasion.


She told us all to take off our clothes and stand around the bed. We did. She then knelt on the bed, and with a somewhat drunk/high smile on her face bent over and grabbed my hard cock.


So like in most situations, the female made the decision.

Check out his blog to read the rest. http://glimpsesofdave.blogspot.com

Zoe Margolis, the Evening Standard and a Lesson in Journalism

The London Evening Standard asked me to write a response to their piece about Zoe Margolis aka Girl with a one Track Mind.  Specifically, they wanted me to address "Margolis's comparisons of dating in London and New York and meeting people on the internet compared with in bars and clubs, and on the phenomenon of 'sex blogging'." And they wanted this in 150 words.

So here's what I wrote:

Response to Evening Standard RE: Zoe Margolis 

I tend to think that Zoe Margolis has it wrong. (FYI she’s blocked me on Twitter and I responded in kind.) The best thing that could have happened to her career is her being outted. How many books has she sold since then?


She’s foolish to think that she could have remained anonymous for so long. Even Belle De Jour came out. Soon enough that lame-o sex-blogger at Oxbridge will be outted too (and most likely feted with six-figure book deal.)


You can’t have it both ways. You can’t be wildly successful AND anonymous. The public won’t let you. The taxman won’t let you. The men in your life that you date and have sex with won’t let you. There is always someone out there ready to tell your secret.


Yes, it’s unfortunate that Ms. Margolis’ secret was disclosed by the Times, but would it have been better if it had been an ex-boyfriend?


Don’t get me wrong, anonymity is great. I like it. I use it for my own sex blogging, but I’m not so naive to think that my secret will remain safe forever. I am, at least smart enough to have a contingency plan—something that Ms. Margolis didn’t appear to have.


RE: Zoe Margolis in NYC


Ms. Margolis said regarding her stint in New York “I think here people find me a little too brash and honest.” What part of New York was she in? Surely, not New York City? Perhaps she was in Poughkeepsie or Rochester or somewhere conservative in New York State?


The last shocking thing that happened in New York City was US Airways Flight 1549 miraculously landing in the Hudson River. One thing that is remarkable about New York City is that nothing is shocking. New Yorkers are unshakable. Besides the Yankees and Knicks doing well in the playoffs nothing gets New Yorkers excited. Not the weather, not the bright lights, not even sex and certainly and not Ms. Margolis.


New Yorkers are blasé, laid back, too cool for school and have seen it all. My point is: You cannot be “too brash” in NYC. In my estimation Ms. Margolis, at best, experienced the life of a glorified tourist.


RE: Dating in NYC vs Dating in London


Typical night out in New York: You go to bar, you meet a few guys, someone buys you a drink, you give them your number then a few days later you go out on a date. If the date goes well, then you have sex with him. Then you never hear from him again.


Typical night out in London: You go to a pub, you get incredibly drunk, you end up pulling some guy at the pub. You go back to his place and have sex with him. You don’t exchange numbers. Then you never hear from him again.


Of course that is an over-simplification but it’s the same results, through different methods.


RE: the NY / London Man comparison:
Men here are different than in NYC.


In New York people are outwardly freaky. They wear their neuroses on their sleeve. Many times you can tell that a guy is a weirdo or freak after the first few sentences.


Here in London it's the reverse. Men seem to be perfectly composed and then when you get them into bed you find out they are these sexual freaks... all those years of boarding school and keeping a stiff upper lip is spilling out onto the duvet! Do you know how many men here in london have asked to wear my knickers? That never happened in New York!


RE: Dating on the Internet
I have talked about dating on the internet ad nauseam on my blog and podcast. I’m almost bored of talking about it now. The internet is OK for meeting guys to date. It depends on which sites you go to. I once joined J-Date, the Jewish Dating site even though I’m black (and not Jewish). It was a very interesting experience and very different than Match.com or InterracialCupid.com. On J-Date lots of guys were interested in me being their “Bit on the side” but I was never Kosher enough to take home to mum and dad.


On the internet you get a higher percentage of weirdos to vet which can be quite discouraging. There are some really great guys out there, but you have to be prepared to take the time to look.


On the other hand, if you’re looking for casual sex the internet is perfect. You can cut to the chase. I’ve used the NSA (no strings attached) section of Craig’s List. Yes, I’ve had some kinky and fun times. One thing that is worrying is that there seem to be high percentage of guys with STDs on Craig’s List who lie about being disease free. See my blog entry: Herpes and the Craig’s List Liars


RE: The Phenomenon of Sex Blogging
I blog because I like writing. I feel that I’m a natural storyteller and I love communicating with people. I love it when my blog posts makes someone laugh.


It’s not necessarily that sex blogging comes easily or naturally for me. It’s just that sex is a topic that I like. I’m constantly interested in reading and writing about. It wasn’t until this year that the blog really started turning a profit. The money is great, but really it’s a labour of love.


I think there are lots of sex blogs out there, but few that are of substantial quality. Anyone can start blogging about sex, but few people are brave enough or honest enough to do it well.


I think in the back of every sex blogger’s mind they believe that they’re the next Belle de Jour. She was really one of a kind, though. In reality any sex blogger would be LUCKY to achieve the sort of infamy that Zoe Margolis has achieved. That’s why her “oh poor me I’ve been outted” stance rings false. I just want to say, “Oh, come on girl! That’s the best thing that’s happened to your career!”

And here's what they printed:

Gazza: Friend and Fuck Buddy

My pal and sometimes fuck buddy, Gary has been spending a lot of time sleeping in my spare room lately. He's here from America for a few weeks on a film shoot.  His hotel is somewhere near Heathrow, but for the past 6 days the crew has been shooting in East London and Greenwich / Blackheath.  Not being a fan of early starts (he has to be on set by 5 AM) he's been crashing at my place.  The early-morning commute from Heathrow was killing him.

I met Gaz like 10 years ago in New York.  I was friends with his girlfriend initially.  I realized that I had more in common with him than his girlfriend.  We slept together a few times while he was dating his girlfriend.  He broke up with her eventually and went out with another girl.  We slept together a few more times.  He broke up with her and went out with another girl.  We slept together a few more times.  We even fucked on her bed.  What can I say?  I was crazy and in my twenties.  No wonder my karma is shit now.

I remember once when I was 24.  I was in Harlem getting my hair did.  All of a sudden I had this urge to feel Gary's cock in me.  I desperately wanted him to fuck me.  I had never had feelings like this before!  In fact I was sort of 'off' sex.  It hat been OK, but not a big deal to me.  Never in my life had I craved sex.

I started twitching in my seat.  I called him on his cell and said that I HAD to see him.  That it was an emergency-- an emergency shag.  The only place he could meet me was his girlfriend's place-- she was in the Hamptons.  I went over to his girlfriend's place- a nice one bedroom apartment her wealthy parents had bought for her.

As soon as we got in the door we rushed into the bedroom.   He ate me out and fucked me hard on her bed.

While he was in the middle of fucking me his girlfriend called. Although that would have been enough to put most men off, Gary was able to finish... and finish well.   His girlfriend left a message  on the answering machine to say that she was on the  Hampton Jitney returning to the city.

It was  nearly identical to that scene in Sex and the City from the episode "Running with Scissors" where Natasha comes home early to find Carrie in her apartment.  Luckily I made a hasty escape and Gary was able to get the sex smell out of her place before she came back.

I remember leaving her apartment on that hot summer day thinking,  "That was a really good fuck.  I'm still horny and I want some more!"  It's ever since then that my libido has been insatiable.  I sometimes wonder if that event had never happened if there would be a Naive London Girl?  Perhaps not.

I've never felt any romantic feelings for him and as far as I can tell he never felt any for me either.  What I felt for him was two things:  Animal lust and friendship -- not always at the same time, that's the extent of my feelings for him.  He's cool as shit. And really funny.  He reminds me of Boricua Seth Rogen and Tracy Morgan combo -- if you can imagine such a mix.  

And when we fuck we laugh and laugh and laugh.  He's a pal and a good fuck buddy.  Sex with him is always fun.  We never "make love"  we just fuck.

I can't ever see myself ending up with him.  Maybe it's his lack of ambition in life?  Maybe because he drinks a little too much?  He's just my really good pal who on occasion I fuck.   We don't ever plan to fuck, it more or less just happens. Sometimes we just hang out and watch TV.

I always get along with all of his girlfriends.  None of them knew I was fucking him, but I'm always happy to see him  happy in love with someone else.

He's the one I botched the blow job with -- yes I will get around to blogging about that eventually.  And he's the one I lost my anal virginity to -- yes I'll be blogging about that soon too.

Anyhow, it's been nice having him stay here at the flat.  It's like having a little bit of New York here in London with me. When he leaves, I'll be sad, but not heart broken.  He's a good fuck, but he's no RTC or BFE.

Sex at Oxbridge

I've just been reading the Sex at Oxbridge sex blog. It's interesting, in the way that most sex blogs are interesting. Soft core, vanilla yet and somewhat tantalizing. I really don't understand the big deal about it.

I mean, is it REALLY surprising that college students like sex? Is it REALLY surprising that you can be a well-educated woman who likes orgasms? Or was it just a slow news day for the Evening Standard?

Get with it you Brits. Raunchy sex is for more than the Jeremy Kyle crowd.

Don't Waste My Time if You're Not on My Beg List

Seriously?  Do you think I would seriously take up this offer?  Would you take up this offer?

Subject: nice one
From: "XXXXX XXXXX" deleted@.co.uk
Date: Mon, February 15, 2010 11:36 am

Hmm Nice blog and very direct.. but I think it is the other way around.  Sure you
have pulled a lot but then again it is not very hard to pull guys.. yeah we are easy
pulls.  But having a a naughty blog is not good enough.. I know why you should fuck
me.  But I don't know why I should fuck you? 
Big kiss
X

No I am not a celeb and no I do not reveal the contents of my bank account either 

This e-mail really irked me. It's like this guy is trying to use reverse psychology to try to pull me. I don't want to fuck him. As I stated in my last blog entry I have no interest in fucking random guys that read my blog. I would rather fuck random guys that DON'T read my blog. The only exception is if you're a celeb, influential or über rich.

One thing that bothers me about that e-mail is that this dude has presumed that I'm missing out on something if I don't fuck him. He knows why I should fuck him.... Yeah.. OK, whatever. But he doesn't know why he should fuck me? Well, you know what, he shouldn't fuck me. I am not hard up enough for sex that I need to beg random strangers to fuck me.

There are only 3 guys on my beg list. That means out of all the men in the entire world, there are only three of them that I would beg to fuck me -- and Mr. 'Nice One' is definitely NOT on that list.

Cum with a Fat Wallet

Everyday since I've pronounced myself single I've had 2-3 e-mails from guys that read the blog or the podcast wanting me to go out with them. It wouldn't really be a date scenario they basically want me to fuck them. I suppose that's par for the course when you have a sex blog.

Here's the thing: I don't get anything out of fucking guys who read my blog. OK, that's not entirely true. Within the past year I fucked one guy who reads the blog. He's a great fuck and a really lovely person and I'm glad we've remained friends. And I fucked a couple celebs that read the blog, but those are the exception, not the rule.

Fucking someone who reads my blog has a lot of advantages for them and very few for me. In fact, it has mostly disadvantages for me; loss of anonymity being one of the big disadvantages.

It's SO EASY for me to go out and get laid-- Getting a boyfriend is more difficult. But my point is: Why would I fuck someone who reads the blog if I could just as easily fuck someone who doesn't?

So here's the deal. If you read my blog and you want a realistic chance at fucking me you have to bring something to the table. Either you have to be rich, influential or a celeb.

If you want to fuck me then e-mail me with an offer I can't refuse - me@naivelondongirl.com

Come with a fat wallet. Otherwise, you're wasting my time and  I can't be bothered.

What the Pervs are Reading

In case you're curious here's a list of yesterday's most popular Naive London Girl blog entires:

The Perverts that Google Me
http://www.naivelondongirl.com/2009/12/perverts-that-google-me.html

Breed Sex Part 1: They Want to Cum in You
http://naivelondongirl.com/2009/06/breed-sex-part-1-they-want-to-cum-in.html

Shower-head Masturbation Techniques for Girls
http://naivelondongirl.com/2008/08/shower-head-masturbation-techniques-for.html

Entires tagged with "Masturbation"
http://naivelondongirl.com/labels/Masturbation.html

Boxing Day Blow Job
http://naivelondongirl.com/2009/12/boxing-day-blow-job.html

Spanking Incident Incited by Houmous
http://naivelondongirl.com/2009/12/spanking-incident-incited-by-houmous.html

Cum in my Hair: Finger Fucked in Mayfair
http://naivelondongirl.com/2007/03/cum-in-my-hair-finger-fucked-in-mayfair.html

Phil Petrol and His Massive Cock
http://naivelondongirl.com/2008/08/phil-petrol-and-his-massive-cock.html

The Perverts that Google Me

Here's a list of things people googled that led them to my blog.
(Stats from December 29, 2009 from midnight to 7:15 AM)

• naivelndongirl
• abortion fetish
• how to tell if girl fucked minutes before
• girl foot locker
• sexual things to do
• girls locer room books
• london girl fuck
• "bend me over" shag
• sex london
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• girl with showerheads
• bareback escorst london
• how long have you been single for
• pregnant women who love cum
• american girl sex
• cum on hair
• londongirl
• "i need cock"
• london women with ass
• "pussy eating"
• not interested in male friendships unless attracted to them
• naive london girl
• tighttitty
• natural insemination sex pregnant
• snowbalaling girls
• hptt://www.ice sexo girl.com
• jumper girl fucked
• tongue in m s
• showerhead technique
• sexy thin girls
• americansxe
• Oh wow, you're wearing one of those t-shirts with another fake t-shirt sewn inside so it looks like you are wearing two t-shirts, you have some mildly insulting chat up line which is about as original as the cheesy slogan on your t-shirt, you do some variation of a sports degree, you call your arms "guns" and your mates belong in a zoo. Go on, I'm nearly smitten, tell me I have pretty eyes whilst staring at my tits. I wonder if any guy will ever stray from this road to certain FAIL.
• sex with naive london girl
• american sex
• cam girls tears shirt
• why am i still single quiz for girls
• do all guys cheat
• black brading risking pregnancy
• london on sex
• streaming masturbation girl technique
• shower girl head
• lesbian sex you tube
• a girl without panties
• massive cock naked girls

Sex Pays and in Belle de Jour's Case it Pays Well

Since the recent revelation of Belle de Jour's identity as research scientist Dr. Brooke Magnanti there have been several things that have perplexed me about her situation

I can't put my finger on quite everything that has confused me about this. The biggest question I've had so far is why does she even bother staying a research scientist? Let's do the math:

• £ 72,000 - Sex work - That's how much I estimate she received after her agent's cut. That's going on a rate of £200/hour, 2 hours per client, 3 clients per week, 60 weeks of sex work.
• £1,000,000 - Book sales and advances. That's how much I estimate she has received for the publication of her last three books. (Although I've privately been assured that the actual figure is more)
• £ 25,000 - Writing - That's how much I estimate she's made from her columns in various periodicals over the years.
• £ 750,000 - TV Rights - That's how much I estimate she has been paid for the TV rights for the both ITVseries, "Secret Diary of a Call Girl."

When you add it up it comes to £1.8 million pounds ($3 million US dollars).

Over a period of 6 years thats about £300K ($500K) per year. Even at the 40% tax rate she still would have cleared £180K ($300K) Compare that with a pre-tax salary of £50K ($83K)? I'm estimating her research scientist salary is £50K/year which after tax is most likely to be more like £30K.

Why would you bother being a research scientist if you can make 6 times that as Belle?

And that is what's really perplexing me!

She shouldn't be worrying about 'outing' herself as Dr. Brooke Manganti. From a purely financial standpoint, she should be burying "Brooke" and pursing her life as Belle.

Perhaps staying a research scientist morally legitimizes the fact that she worked as a prostitute? It was a means to an end. A very profitable end.

I just wonder, however, that if she didn't have those two letters "Dr." in front of her name, if people would be so forgiving of her past?

What do you think? Comments please.

Sex Blogger Reveals Her Identity

There's a very interesting article in the Sunday Times about Sex blogger, Belle de Jour. "I’m Belle de Jour: Finally the anonymous sex blogger from Diary of a London Call Girl comes clean to The Sunday Times. She's Dr Brooke Magnanti"

Many of you have probably read her blog. Throughout the years there has been much speculation about her identity. Who is she? Was she even a she. Some people have even speculated that the good quality of her writing means that she is probably a man. (That idea within itself is offensive.)

A few years ago I hooked up with someone on Craig's List who had some connection to Belle. He lived in a flashy apartment on the Thames. He wouldn't say what the connection to her was. I was thinking that maybe they were flatmates, but I really don't know.

He had mentioned to me that the book the book was going to be a TV series ("Secret Diary of a Call Girl" starring Billie Piper). But this was at least 18 months before the series aired on TV. I still have him listed in my mobile as "Paulie Walnuts." Guess it's time I deleted him, eh? I can't even find the blog entry about him here. I remember him eating me out We also did some kinky stuff on his balcony, but I can't really remember.

Anyhow what also fascinates me about Belle de Jour was her ability to keep her identity under wraps for so long. So many questions remain:

How was she paid? How did she get her money? How did she pay tax? Did she keep it secret from absolutely everyone?

You may recall that Zoe Margolis AKA Abby Lee AKA Girl with a One Track Min had her identity revealed three days after her book was published. I guess some sex bloggers are better than others at staying anonymous.

Anyhow, I'm not really anonymous. There are plenty of people who know who I am. I not as high profile as Belle or Zoe. With the exception of the blog entires I've written here, my life is pretty mundane. Yes, I have interesting moments, but there really is no great mystery to be revealed.

Oh, I guess a lot of guys have been wondering what I look like. According to a Popbitch mole, I look like "Mel B's fat look-alike." Despite the fat jibe, I find that flattering. Here's a cartoon pic of me:

I Get it Every Night

Generally, my boyfriend doesn't want me to write about 'us.'   On the odd occasion after some amazing sex he'll say, "It's okay for you to blog about this."  But by then I've normally too tired to blog.

I'm a little tired of people complaining about my blog.  If you don't like it go read Girl with A One Track Mind or some shit. (FYI, she's banned me from her Twitter for some unfathomable reason).  By all means go read her blog as I'm finding it to be completely scintillating these days.

My boyfriend moved into my flat yesterday.  For a guy who doesn't have a lot of stuff, he has SO MUCH stuff.  Mentally, it's a big step, but at the same time he's been here for the past fortnight so nothing has really changed.  We're doing a 1-month trial to see if it works out.  I feel a bit offended by that.  Am I really a one-month trial like Netflix  or Lovefilm?  After 30 days if he doesn't like it he can cancel his direct debit or something?

Anyhow, since he's been here the past couple weeks I've been getting licked out every night.  He worships my pussy and I love it.  He asks to lick me.  And there are times when he can't get enough.  He loves my pussy juice as much as I love Coke.  And if I'm a good girl tonight, I'm gonna get some cock, too.

Even though I'm not blogging about sex, I still have a filthy mind.  He's gonna shoot me full of his cum tonight and thinking about that makes me so horny!

The Disgruntled are Revolting

From Anonymous:

your blog its a scam now....you have failed us. Yo... your blog its a scam now....you have failed us. Your blog is full of ads and that is not good for your image but good for your pocket. SInce you are now in a relationship your or view of things are different. Im not reading this blog anymore. Doesnt even gives me a hard on or gets my wifes pussy wet (thats a deep insult for a sex blogger).

Im sorry but WAKE THE FUCK UP BITCH!!!!!

My only reply is to quote the Bible Sex and the City, from the episode, "Splat." Those of you who are intelligent enough will get it.

CARRIE
Why can't you been happy for me?

MIRANDA
I'm sorry but, I don't understand why you have to move away and give up your life.

CARRIE
You moved to Brooklyn!

MIRANDA
That's just Brooklyn!

CARRIE
I cannot stay in New York and be single, for you!

MIRANDA
What?!

CARRIE
This is about you, as long as I'm here, in the same place, writing my column, then nothing has really changed.

MIRANDA
No this is about you.

CARRIE
No. You moved on, Charlotte's moved on, even Samantha's moved on! I can stay here and write about my life, or I can go with him and live my life.

MIRANDA
You mean his life? Carrie I love you, come on!

CARRIE
Then just say it, you don't like him.

MIRANDA
Fine, I don't like him.

CARRIE
Then don't you, go to Paris with him.