Do you think that sensuous GFE is incompatible with succumbing to a tease/coaxing into the depths of kink? If so, be proven wrong – call Angela, and experience her alchemy. The more imprinting Miss Angela does the more obedient I become.

The more I find my true calling for Her. She is a Goddess who deserves only the best from us.

Mistress has an uncanny capacity to pinpoint the perverted crevices of my brain and creatively elaborate a very personalized tale that renders me a mumbling, smiling wreck begging for more.

Talent: 200 stars. Professionalism: 200 stars. Sincerity: 200 stars. Emotional and intellectual investment in caller: 500%

A picture? A puzzle? Maybe it’s a tapestry. The intricate shadings and sequence of events that mistress can weave are incredible.

This woman, this tease, this Goddess is beyond the slower wits of mere males. We serve. We adore. We are blessed.

Romantic Filth!

Ms Angela provides the vivid descriptions that build upon and relate to each other. They are detailed and evocative. Her skills with words transport you to a world where her kinky imagination reigns freely and absolutely.

Exemplar extraordinaire! A virtuoso of fantasy. Thrilling! Whew!

Whether it’s a craving, desire, inhibition, or fantasy, share it, politely, openly, and thoughtfully with Angela, and she will reward you with a mesmerizing, smoky, ethereal trip to nirvana.

How am I so fortunate to have found this iridescent gem on NiteFlirt? She has pierced my libido, tied a leash to the piercing and lead me around like the happiest of slaves for some time now.

Mistress riffed like a great jazz player. My sissy wedding was filled with details so rich and interesting I giggled with chills. Then the couple’s first “dance”. Such romance and raunchy filth! Just thinking about it makes me ache for an encore.

Exciting and erotic or esoteric and erudite. Miss Angela can make me cry with laughter or passion or pathos. Her voice and her words are tools of control that take my mind wherever she desires.

Intelligence, empathy, vibrancy, warmth, imagination – just a few of Angela’s wonderful traits she’ll use to weave the most deliciously decadent fantasies. Open, be honest, and reveal your depth to her; the connection will enhance your being.

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(I think I like them too.)

Dear Angela

Thank you.

Sometimes I get caught up in a pursuit of happiness that can’t be caught, but must be enticed and welcomed with calm.
Sometimes, like today, I am calm and centered, and can realize how happy I am.

You are part of that.
Today I don’t expect we shall have a chance to speak, I don’t expect to have any kinky fun, or engage with your wit and wisdom, nor even to share the joys of your successes.

Today I am meeting with a well-heeled client, which means a serious payday and, most likely, an upgrade to our contract that will kick my bonus schedule into high gear. Yet here I am awake and alert well before I need to commute. So, I had a chance to realize that I have a kindle to take to office. I have a cage to lock away my penis. I have shaved balls. I have the beauty of a great novel to enjoy. I have peace and shelter. I have the confidence that another day will be equally hope-filled and happy, and that I can make a difference to someone I love.

All of that comes because of knowing you.
You haven’t made me happy.
You have taught me how to be happy.
You have shown me how to be grateful, and how grateful living promotes happy living.
You have shown me the peace that comes with living authentically.
You have allowed me to know a staggering and previously unimaginable combination of contentment with today and hope for better tomorrow.

So, Thank You, dear Angela.
You are so much more than Mistress. So much more than simple language can express, that all that can be said is “Thank you.”

Thank you doesn’t say enough, but it says what is foremost.

Mr.J

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Well. Gee. Um.

I dunno.

Who me?

Quite honestly, I am stunned. I am overwhelmed. I am many things.

But mostly I’m just an everyday girl who happens to like boys and is perhaps a bit more kinky than one might expect upon meeting me. I am also a girl who is rather fond of this particular gentleman. And he takes my fondness like a champ.

Because, believe you me, my fondness can come at a cost.  Because some days, those days when I’m just miserable and so damn cranky that I want to eat carbs and drink margaritas until not only do my hips triple in size overnight but they wake up with a hangover, I can be a BITCH. A mouthy, intolerant, impatient BITCH.

And he knows this BITCH!

Yet he chose to speak to the everyday girl who believes in gratitude, the girl who sees gratitude as an almost living breathing verb, the girl who knows that gratitude is prayer and gratitude saves lives and heals hearts.

And we’ll leave this here for now.

Thank you, Mr.J.

in which my sweeties let me know:

I know I’ve just cum, but my desire is undiminished.
I want you.
I want you to take me.

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I have noticed a change in how I now perceive pleasure. Before it really boiled down to watching some porn or reading a story and stroking till I came. Now it honestly doesn’t even enter my mind at first. While the desire to strong and cum is still strong, you have shown me that it is now secondary.

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You are wonderful.
You are a living triumph of love (romantic, familial, and collegial) over evil.
Every thing an evangelical thinks is a sin is really a virtue misapplied or misunderstood.
I am so excited to be close to you.
I desire you.

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Damn. I want to be yours so badly. Please own me forever. Please fuck me senseless, fuck me hard and dirty, fuck me easy and clean; teach my tongue to worship every inch of you.I want to tell you that I adore you. For all the guidance you have given me, for showing me who I truly am, for the conversations we have had, for all the times we have played. Most of all I adore you for your caring heart and beautiful mind. Thank you for letting me into your world. I will always cherish this experience.

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I never imagine you in heavy gowns of antiquity.
I imagine you in light colors and soft fabrics.
I imagine glimpses of arms and legs and back.
I imagine layers.
I imagine playfulness and elegance in harmony.
I imagine you dress down just a tad to allow your own beauty to be highlighted or revealed,
and not used to hang fancy dress.
I imagine you more like a hearth-fire more than a sparkler.

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I always know you have my best interest in mind (and heart) to help me better myself. Balance and patience have always been a challenge for me but now, with your guidance, I feel I have made much improvement. You have taught me that both balance and patience are needed for one to experience happiness.

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You are light and my inspiration.
You are my guide and my mistress.
I am wholly and completely yours.