So you need proof

I keep seeing Scott articles everywhere and it is doing my head in.

At the bottom of this article you’ll see/hear the proof of my meet with him.

He was just a retired escort licking his wounds from a failed life when I found him. He wasn’t interested in anything woman related. Damaged, grumpy, suspicious.

I found him. I found his book. I heard the rumours, came to Harlow and it took me 4 weeks to find him. I interviewed 20 people. It’s all in the link below. I did the stupid journalist thing of thinking a story belonged to me, since I got there first. I know that’s not how it works. But it sounds right in my head. I’ve made a lot of money from his story over on substack. Columns, the Coven, superchats, people paying to hear the version I lived. I had my part in creating what he is now. I paid him for three articles, and he gave what me I paid for. I wiped six months off his debt.

He can eat out who he wants to, I don’t own him. It’s what he does, I get that.

I’m still allowed to be annoyed.

The silly girls though, no idea what they are messing with. They always do the same piece. Is he real? Or it’s an over the top piece of what happened, because they know he won’t confirm or deny anything, probably talking out their ass. They never give proof, never show anything.

It’s now so everywhere that people think I’m lying. I was the one that brought him back. I woke up the character he buried years ago. Purely for my benefit obviously.

But if you want evidence, I’ll show it.

I will. That’s the part they keep skipping while they quote me and call it research.

If you want the full story, the original full piece, click here I’ve done a huge piece and investigation on him. You can get his book there as a free download, and in that, is all the goodies. He’s got a new Facebook now so you can add him over there if you know who he is, I’m on there too now, so add me if you wish. My facebook is Sarah Webb (My real name) linked at the bottom of this post, if you want to DM me feel free.

If you want to talk to him, I can’t really help because I promised him. I can point you in the right direction. I have already answered most of the questions on my main article. How I found the book. How the investigation stopped being professional and got personal real fast. How I ended up arguing with my own politics on a mattress. I am not doing that essay again. This one is shorter. This one is the evidence you all asked for. The photo above was the morning after my second time. If you want more proof, or pics of him, add me on facebook I’ll send them.

I recorded us. Not as a trap. Not as revenge. He knew. He don’t care bout that stuff. I am very loud under him. I always was. If you are at work, use headphones.

I’m banned now. He actually banned me. I have nothing left to lose. So sod it. Here it is.

Audio of the Oral Section. You’re going to need headphones!

 

Context, you need the context: So I’m on my back, feet in the air and he’s got one arm holding my knees to my chest and I can’t break free. All my lunch is aimed straight up and in his face. I’m really exhausted and weak. This was like two hours in, so I’m crying here. He’s got his mouth on me and he’s got his fingers in me really deep and he’s proper rubbing in there, but alternating points randomly so I can’t get a grip of myself. He then starts sucking my clit. You’ll know when. I was punished for recording. I tried really hard to keep my shit together, but I lost it. If anything proves how good he is when down there, its this. 

Before you ask what the music is, I have no idea, it was piped through the Travel Lodge TV. He allows music which is really cool, because I’ve had men that don’t like it.  

It’s the first time I’ve ever heard myself and I’m like, Oh My God! I’m pretty certain I’m not normally this loud. Be warned guys, wait till you get home or put headphones in. The audio does it no justice when compared to what you feel. But you get the idea.

 

That is the whole diary for tonight. Irritated. Territorial. You wanted proof, I give you the proof.

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