Happy Easter... giving away a video to the highest bidder!

Happy Holidays, Ya'all.
It seems there is no end to celebrations this year. by the time I am done posting this blog, I will be a subtle change from the way I feel about holidays though.
We all know there are certain ups mistresses face when dating married men. well, that is not entirely true. not when that man can afford to drive to 'the office' and spent
hours in a hotel bed resting.
the worst part is how he can drive youhome, berating himself for being such alousy husband and father, and you are sitting there thinking:
"You Idiot! You are just lousy"
At one time, someone must be willing to decide what is more important. and so, asking the one woman who doesn't care whether you go or come, it isn't worth it. Get a life!
so, after listening to this man describe things about me that the office secretary had said about me, i made it my mission to find out more.
From asking each person individually, to almost asking carol... but i never got there.is this guy in the office: a guy you can buy with a few bears and maybe a thousand bob... and he can tell you anything you want to know... he can sell his grandma.

mmmmmmmmmmmmh. know thy enemy then you will know thy friends.

sleeping with the enemy is fun, especially when that enemy is a man so conceited and in denial about the reality of the consequences of fucking with someone's life. when a man is so sure of himself, it is due to three things:
a. he has done this many times... he knows the drill.
b. he has some form of leverage (money/power/charm)
c. he is an idiot!

Now, first two apply... the last one applied for my case.
if a woman is capable of abandoning a man for good, never looking back, then that is not a woman you sleep with with your eyes closed. you fuck her and hope she doesn't stub you in the back, or cut off your dick. you are careful. otherwise, you are idiot.
there i said it. an amazingly easy to dupe idiot. i didn't even need to hide it, i just behaved, well, like a woman!!!!
so, no amount of leverage, no matter how many times a man has screwed over can save him, when he starts to behave like an idiot.

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Coming up on Monday..
look at a step by step process of destroying a man you love to hate.
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so those who have been berating for making this blog, it is time to make good your word... today is easter, and i have hidden some eggs for you to find.
Find me a good figure, and I will find you the first recording.
Going once! Going Twice...
Takers out there, send an email and let us
so, there

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Don't forget to log in tomorrow on more insight into the life of the Dirrty Mistress.

XOXO,
Dirrty Mistress.

Hi.

---------- Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2009 03:35:06 +0300
Subject: Hi.
To: dirrtymistress101.secretWord@blogger.com

I want to write in short hand today. While exploring the latest topic
on everyone's lips today- the economy.
Exactly a year ago, I was working in some Media hse in Nai. This job
wasn't glamorous,but it paid my bills. Plus, I was so 'corporate
chic'. Then one day, I left work and went with WG at klub house,
Parklands.
He wanted to talk.
Personally, I never 'want to talk'. I just talk. So, he wanted to talk.
After tea and bittings, we placed our cups on the Lexus dash board,
and he told me that someone wants to destroy him. That he had received
damaging info. Abt me,that could be devastating.
Then he proceeds to say the person was the secretary,who was overheard
by someone else,at some pub, saying WG has a clande,who works there.
Bull. Then, I knew it was a lie. So, I started recording, to avoid
another Carol on phone incident. Refer to previous blog!
He went ahead and said a lot of true stuff, bt whatever wasn't was an
absolute lie!
Then I discovered something...the fucker was paying someone to spy on me!
Hallelujah!

His justification.

Back when I was young... Younger than I am right now, I lived in the daily horror that one day, some dirty old man would be my boss and use me over and over.
We all lived in fear of sugar daddies taking hostage of our destiny, and us being reduced into 'used women'.
What a guy like Gatonye will NOT tell you, is that he is the worst kind of a sugar papa. I mean, he will use words like "You are a very special girl..." and you will feel like you ARE special. mostly this is not in the form of needing more education, special school special, but more of, life will be kind to you, kind of special.
And i believed it.
when a man holds your destiny so casually, in the word special, then there is no reason not to believe him. when he makes it clear that he has your best interest at heart... who will not believe?
and how does he justify this?
He say that he is a gentleman. yes, a fucking honest to go gentleman, who will be true and honest, and all things that make you want to tear.
And I believed him.
I did.
Until one day, he called me in the company of Carol, a girl we met at a trip to Meru, for a Court case.
Carol is the ideal girl to have a fling with. She was demanding and shameless. She was with his co-counsel, and so, she had the benefit to play both men.
Carol, also was set up to get all the information about me to send back to him, in exchange for.... (whatever). And she did. she told him that I would never tell on him because I knew his wife! (he must be shaking his head today, and wondering what happened, because I told.)
So, WG calls me one evening, then stops suddenly, by claiming there are cops there. He unwittingly leaves the phone on, and I listen to every word he had ever told me, as he tells Carol. Hah! The man is on post-paid, so the 30 minute listening was no juice. He tells her that he knows her employer at the insurance company she worked, and he could get her another job... with my current (then current boss) at a certain Media House!!!
I am so shocked, that I decide to ask him, just to hear what the *&%^#%Q has to say about it.
Listen to this...
"what do you mean another gal?"
"i heard you..." I insist.
"No. No. No... There is no other girl. It is only you and Mama Gatonye..."
I Cross Waiyaki Way... and ponder. I Pretend to be stupid and maybe dump... or a mild case of amnesia.. because, this man. this bloody fucking man wants me to forget something I heard so clearly. He forgets I have a Photographic Memory, and that My IQ is higher than his. Yes, I have said that. so? Bite me. It IS HIGHER!
He plays along those lines...
Until I tell him to call Safaricom and get the real details. I promise I can do the same.
Hehehehehehe!!!
Then the pipe bursts, and he says he misses my body, and would like to meet me at 4pm, at 'our place'... meaning that continental hotel in westlands. 4 pm? 4pm? Mister, 4pm, is like not going to work at all.
So, the fucker was screwing carol. Now I know? How do I know?
a. Because, he wants to meet at 4pm.
b. Because I will shop till I drop!