….and emails, phone calls and (not to mention) reviews coming.

Reviews that just tickle me pink:

• how can i put this… tell the truth so it is believable… if you saw a unicorn or a leprechaun how would you tell your friends? gentlemen, this girl is the rarest gem, the most precious find. stake your claim on her time and you will reap the rewards. she will peer into your soul, your darkest secrets will be hers, not to scold or judge, but to embrace. she will dance with your demons, sing your song as if she wrote it and have you thanking the simple twist of fate that led you to read this review. give her 15 minutes of your time, in honest, earnest, conversation and she will become your muse, your phone sex diva, your partner in fetish and fantasy.
• Ours is not to ask why…ours is to call and unzip our fly.
• Angela, you know that 5 stars isn’t enough to rate you! What can I say, you took me to new heights and led me around to show me forbidden delights at the end of your leash! I look forward to the next time I can bring you my leash and submit to your will! Thank you for knowing all the buttons, and how to use them.
• Catholic School Girl turned Phone FemDom takes Jewish Boy, twists his libido into some perverse pretzel of kink and he is born again in the waters of all things unholy. Praise Jesus!
• Tonight, I was assaulted. I mean that this woman took total control of me from the first second we connected. She has shown me new ways to please and be pleased, teaching me to push the erotic envelope. Only tonight she surpassed herself and actually tore the envelope to shreds. THE ULTIMATE MISTRESS OF KINK.
• Smart Cookie takes Macho Man and turns him into her Little Panty Wimp. Can it get any better than this?
• My plane landed in Fantasy Island and, much to my glee, it was not Tatoo, the growth-hormone challenged, white-tuxed cherub who greeted me, but the slinky, spike-heeled, dark haired goddess, Angela who clamped the collar on and lead the way. As she always does. With power, love and brilliant perfection. Next time I’m buying a one way ticket.
• Cotton Candy Kink and Rollercoaster Raunch: The St. Lawrence Carnival for the Carnally-inclined is in town. Break open that piggy bank!
• The thing about Angela is that you have a relationship with her. She takes the time and effort to know what works, what doesn’t what should and what won’t, even when you don’t. She is not for the meek or the afraid, but if you let your guard down — if you can be brave enough to really admit what you feel and what you want — she can change your life.
• Whew! Just when I think she can’t possibly surprise me anymore, she turns around and totally blows me away. I was kinky before I called Angela for the first time. Now I’m a pathetic, drooling, cock-stupid (as she so sweetly puts it) deviant and loving every minute of it.
• Being of the Nigerian royalty by birth, it was with some trepidation that I consulted with Ms. St. Lawrence in hopes of briefly utilizing her bank account to extract some frozen oil revenues to which I am rightly entitled from my corrupt and troubled country. To my surprise, she gave me empathy, understanding, and a shoulder to cry on. Before I knew it, a bond developed, the cultural differences between us vanished, and I found myself gladly giving her MY banking coordinates. I also got a fantasy that was so real, I could almost smell the aroma of fufu and boiled cassava leaves permeating my maid’s uniform. She’s VERY good. Call her!
• Angela combines a face that enchants with a vocabulary that stings; beauty that you long to touch with a command that would not allow you to touch her. Cruel, cruel, beauty, beauty.
• Roses are red, violets are blew, when Angela calls is when I start to spew, She knows me so well, she reads me like a book, there’s nowhere to hide when this Flirt sets the hook. Oh Angie, you know that I love you the best, for when I think of you, my wiener gets no rest! Thank you again, darlin’
• Angela St. Lawrence is my Goddess, my Princess, my Mistress. my lowly life belongs to Her. In Her presence, i am nothing but a dirty grub, Her butt barnacle–and belong always on my knees, at Her feet.
• Talk? It’s more like a telephonic transformation/erotic tsunami. Angela, you are intellectually and sensually brilliant. I remain, 5 days later, in awe.
• Tough call, tough lady, tough treatment. It was delicious!

Another time, another place…if I’m so inclined, I’ll share a few more.

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