when she turns to you
her circumspect attentions
blessed be you

when she opens you up
her clever bemusement
blessed be you

blessed be you
unhinged and broke open
blessed be you
asymmetric and fervent

blessed be you
that your merits are counted
blessed be you
because your edges are rounded

when she gives to you
her urgent crooked love
blessed be you

when she drains from you
like a dark-eyed gypsy
blessed be you

blessed be you
un-creased and pressed flat
blessed be you
teetering and undone

blessed be you
wrung out and boiled down
blessed be you
buoyant and effervesced

blessed be you
sweet boy
for her blessings
these blessings that are yours to count

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by yours truly,
xo, Angela

While I’ll never understand why a guy playing with his pecker whilst talking with me gets to then leave a review of my er, um, talent, he does.  Yes, you heard it, ladies and gents, an actual Phone Sex Review.  But then there are those times I’m just pleased as can be:

“All hail to Miss Angela, the supreme Princess of NiteFlirt and superior Goddess to all men. We worship at her feet and bow to her every whim, for we are mere men. Miss Angela wields her power with grace, sophistication, sensuality and a knowing wit. We are her toys — to be controlled and used. We exist for Miss Angela’s entertainment. Aren’t we lucky?” ~Peter Roget

And all I can say to Mr. Roget is:  Kiss my ass, you filthy guttersnipe.

(because he likes it just that way)

xo, Angela

an email exchange

Dearest Scunt:

Watched torture porn (teeth were pulled, barbed wire was shoved up an ass … ya know, business as usual) over the weekend and thought about you.

xoxoxo,

Ms. Angela

My Goddess:

I am so hungry for you right now that I can taste my suffering.

Groveling and cringing,

Scunt

Dear Mistress Angela,

Thank you for our call tonight.

I can’t explain my feelings around you. I do trust you more than anyone I have ever known. I trust you to want the best for me, to protect me, and yet… I fear. I fear where you can take me, I fear how depraved and dirty you make me feel, I fear how excited this makes me.

And yet I want it all. I want you to control me, my everything. I want to suffer for you and I want to rejoice for you. I want to be afraid. I want to know the fear. I want to put myself to your absolute control, and mercy. I want to know the joy that only you can open for me.

I want to lick my tears from your feet.
Tears of pain and fear.
Tears of joy and wonder.
Tears that I wept on you, for you.
I want to taste your flesh seasoned with my salt.

Please Goddess, I want to orgasm. I want to come with your voice in my ears and your name on my lips. I want beyond all words, beyond all grammar. I want so that all I know is want. I want so desperately that it is not the orgasm I desire, but the communion with you that allows it.

Love,

Your Boy

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Mmmm. Emails like this.

My beautiful, motley assemblage of brilliant kinksters: how I adore & cherish you, and how you constantly and determinedly honor me with your devotion, your curiosity, your eagerness, your obedience, your attention. I absolutely love what I do and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else with anybody else but you.

And here are the Holidays, my favorite time of the year. My tree is up, decorations are in place and gifts are mostly wrapped and bowed.  But then there is us: you and me.  What about our Christmas? What do I give you? I’ve thought and thought about this. What do I give you, my stand-up guys, kneel-down slaves, dress-up panty boys?

So I’ve decided to do something unprecedented, something that I’ve literally never ever done before:

I will be taking calls Christmas Eve and Day.

Because, you really are the ones I prefer spending my time with. I think we will have a jolly time, don’t you? What will the price per minute be? I’ll never tell. You’ll just have to wait and look under the tree.

For those of you who’ve asked what I’d like for Christmas, you’ll always make my day with an Amazon gift card (eclecticpearl @ yahoo DOT com), as I shop there often and vigorously. And of course, Holiday Tributes are always appreciated …

And goodness gracious, let’s not forget my favorite charities: Wounded Warriors, ASPCA and St. Jude’s Hospital.

xo, Angela