So apparently there really is an event called the Festival of the Steel Phallus.   Now your quite apt reaction might be:  Only in America!  While mine would run along the lines of:  The last thing we need in this world is a Pecker Party. 

And we’d both be wrong.  

Because first off, this particular celebration takes place in Kawasaki, Japan.  Secondly, it’s proceeds go towards HIV research.   

But I am thinking about a select group of closet cocksuckers who would be in absolute heaven if I sent them to party it up at the festival.   You know who you are; don’t try to hide behind that monitor.  We see you. 

xo, Angela

      Oooh, so sexy!

Or maybe you like her?                

   More your type?

Well, beloved readers, these gals all happen to be prettied-up boys.  So cross-dressing, transvestism, girl-boys, just isn’t as new as you might think. 

Want to see more?  Check out Vintage TV Lover’s FLICKR PAGES.  And he happens to be a very good friend of mine, so treat him nice.  Or else.

xo, Angela

As previously noted, I do enjoy the mind fuck when it comes to these masturbatory fantasies.  Most of the time, my beloved callers are either on the same page or eagerly leaf through their book of kink until they are with me.  Which makes us all very lucky, indeed.  And happy — grinning ear to ear, delighted with the mischief we are about.

Gracious gentlemen mostly one and all, indulging my desire to teach them new tricks.  Which brings me to an age play fantasy of which I’m particularly fond, wherein an older woman takes control and/or advantage of a naive teenager.

Probably at the heart of this dirty little game is the dynamic of the powerful vs. the powerless, quite common in BDSM and FemDom circles … and even under the vanilla sheets of many a married couple.  Tossing age difference into the mix is kinda-sorta like adding fuel to an already very hot flame.  Because what is a boy to do when the Naughty Neighbor or Raunchy Real Estate Agent or Seductive Professor or his older sister’s Bratty Friend decides to use and abuse him?  His dick is going to get hard, of course.  And then all bets are off.  He is basically her sex puppet and she WILL have her way with him.

And I ask you, is that so bad?  Could you handle being a sex puppet for a day?  Or maybe even a week or a year?  Okay, a year would probably wear you out and you’d want to get about the business of normal life once and for all.  But maybe we could stretch it to a month.  Or even an intermittent thing, where you go back — again and again — because she is sizzling hot, you get rock hard just thinking about her and all the wild and devious things she makes you do.  That you want to do.  That you need to do.

There are a lot of young guys who prefer the "seasoned" woman to (what can often be) the silliness of girls.  This woman is sexually charged, knows what she wants, goes after what she wants.  And all the boys in her sphere have their fingers crossed … pickmepickmepickmepickme oh, pleasepleaseplease, pick me.

Yes, I get these callers (oh, yummy, yummy, yummy) and I do a simply fine job at role-playing the wicked governess/teacher/neighbor/soccer mom/boss’s wife/neighborhood MILF quite well.  In fact, when I worked for a service and was everywoman (lactating, pregnant hermaphrodite Chantelle to barely legal Katie to Goddess Veronica to shemale Samantha), I had a quite popular persona, Lucille, who was the neighborhood’s hot-to-trot and lascivious corrupter of young men.  She was incredibly over-sexed and outrageously nasty. 

Unfortunately, the teen boys (and boys through their early thirties) just don’t get it.  They are not mature enough to comprehend that the phone experience is an adventure in F A N T A S Y.  So as quick as I get them, if I divulge my true age, I usually lose them.  Then they spend way too much money hopping around trying to get it just right.  Because they want a "real" MILF/Cougar/Older Woman, they are missing all the fun they could have had if they’d only allowed my wicked mind to have it’s devious way with them.

But then there are the full-fledged grown up men — and I do like them best-est of all.  Because they’re smart enough to know this whole phone sex thing is about fantasy; and they’re wise enough to know that they are looking for "talent" as opposed to "reality."  So we reverse our actual ages, with me becoming the manipulative, corrupt, Svengali-esque witchy woman teasing and taunting their youthful alter ego (ah … those were the days, eh?) until their teenage dicks become Pavlovian divining rods pointed straight at me.  And I have my way with them over and over and over.  I’m insatiable, dontcha know?

Sometimes I feel guilty about loving my work so much.

xo, Angela

Sometimes I’m just too bored.  And then I’m too lazy to do anything about it.  So I will troll chat rooms and read profiles.  The rooms that really catch my fancy are the ones set up by someone advertising/looking for a specific "other" who will play their kink game with them.  They build the room, then park themselves, waiting to see if anybody bites. So early this a.m. I found the room Haircut4SoCalFem where "ClipDom" had set up shop.  I just had to check out his profile:

Name  Ask.

Location  So Cal/Los Angeles

Gender  Male

Marital Status  Very Divorced

Hobbies & Interests  D/s with some twists. I particularly love women with ultra short boyish haircuts.

Favorite Gadgets  Part of my scene is haircutting, but there is much more.  I love buzzing women’s hair with hairclippers

Occupation  Looking for RT Sub women or women who prefer short hair in the So Cal Area.  Not into Cyber at all don’t even ask.. sorry

Personal Quote  Feel free to IM me. I’m often away from my computer so be patient. I usually don’t bother with people who don’t have profiles.  "That which does not kill you…might leave you with brain damage."

I do hope Mr. ClipDom finds that special girl, although one can imagine why he is "very divorced."  I certainly wouldn’t want a husband chasing me around the house with his erection in one hand and hair clippers in the other! 

Actually, I empathize with Mr. ClipDom.  I mean that has seriously got to be a fetish that causes a guy problems.  We women love our hair.  I just spent 200 plus at the hair salon today (and if I do say so myself, I look mahvelous). 

Of course if you’re cutting corners and are in need of a haircut, Mr. ClipDom just might be the guy for you.  But what happens once he buzzes your tresses?  Do you wait around for a year for them to grow to some reasonable length so he can do it all over again? 

Hmmm …

xo, Angela