FemDomme Doggy StyleThursday, October 21st, 2010 | |
Well yeah. This really is kinda-sorta the way we see it.
So get on your knees and start barking.
(art credit: the most fabulous Gille & Marc Schattner)
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FemDomme Doggy StyleThursday, October 21st, 2010 | |
Well yeah. This really is kinda-sorta the way we see it.
So get on your knees and start barking.
(art credit: the most fabulous Gille & Marc Schattner)
You Looking for Me?Friday, September 10th, 2010 | |
As I’ve said before, I really don’t pay that much attention to my stats here at Zen Fetish. Some who know me have oft said that there’s a bit of Scarlett O’Hara in me. And I wouldn’t disagree. If I’m in the right mood, I might even admit to a WHOLE LOTTA Scarlett. Hey, it seems to work for me, so why fix what’s not broken.
But sometimes I do get around to checking out the Zen Fetish back office. I really don’t know why I don’t do it more often, except for the fact that there is a whole lot of stuff on a daily basis vying for my attention. And — fiddle dee dee! — isn’t observing and analyzing web site data someone else’s job? Because it certainly isn’t mine. While I do wear a lot of hats being the Phone Sex Diva in charge of this rodeo, there are certain things which should ALWAYS be delegated, particularly if there are numbers and/or any kind of statistical analyzing involved.
So my Curious Georges, wanna see?
When I do bother to look, I see a lot of the same stuff, some of which I find either mundane ( perhaps I’m jaded?) or predictable, like the phone sex stuff. Some things make me giggle; remember Cock-Sucking Love Bugs? (Which, by the way, still makes an appearance every once in a while.) Some things confuse me.
Such as …
Did you happen to notice the green text? Huh? What? That phrase, deep throat small dick, which is frequently showing up (as you can see) in various constructs, just doesn’t make sense to me. How does one deep throat an undersized penis? How is that humanly possible? Is it wishful thinking on the part of a secret society of er, um "under-endowed" gentlemen who’ve banded together in search of the girl whose tonsils they can tickle? That sounds like a reasonable explanation, doesn’t it? Because little penises rarely get sucked, let alone have the opportunity — not to mention ability — to deep dive into a willing mouth. I mean, after all, why would she?
Or …
Maybe it’s the same guy? Day after, night after night … searching, searching, searching. Tucking his sad little member between his thighs as he huddles over his keyboard and types away, jumping from Search Engine to Search Engine, scanning forums and chat rooms, continuously rearranging his verbiage. She must be out there. I just have to keep looking. Somewhere there is a woman who can swallow my teenie weenie. Oh where, oh where is the midget girl with the thimble throat?
😉
xo, Angela
Happy Birthday to Me!Sunday, August 15th, 2010 | |
Angela:
Here’s a birthday poem for my FAVORITE PSO.
Pervert Q. Savant
Literate Smut
I’m a normal old guy, you can just call me Tex
I live just outside Dallas, you can check all my specs!
Well, I saw this here ad about “Literate Sex.”
And I thought, “What the hell, I’ll just pay my respects!”
The website said Angela was the lady’s first name
And the brainiest phone sex was her claim to fame
My dear wife was off at her weekly bridge game
So I bought me five minutes (I’ve no sense of shame!)
I dialed up the number (It’s in the public domain!)
And advised Miss St. Lawrence about what pulled my chain
“I like dirty words. Thank you!! But no whips or pain!
“Said she: “I knew it immediately. You’re an erotomane!”
I scratched at my head. It was a new word for me
It wasn’t there anywhere in my vocabulary.
Said I, “Are you giving me the third degree?”
“Said she: “I screen all members of the bourgeoisie.”
That was another word that just didn’t engage
It made me uneasy about my genital stage
I wasn’t sure Angela was on my same page
Said she, “I suspect that you might be a strange coprophage!”
I have to say now, that word took me aback
I’d never heard it before. But I cut her no slack.
“Hell no!” I exclaimed. “Don’t have a panic attack!”
“Said she, “I may have to punish your petite scrotal sac.”
That was another term that just wasn’t my style!
It passed over my brain by a good nautical mile.
Said I, “If you’re a young babe we can talk for a while.”
Said she: “Aha! So it seems you’re no gerontophile!”
Hearing these new words, they set me affright
Perhaps she was thinking I was no bright light
Said I: “Let’s get to it! What’s in store for tonight?”
Said she: “I was thinking of a hermaphrodite.”
Said I: “Let’s just you and I do it in the ‘missionary’!”
(See, “hermaphrodite” wasn’t in my dictionary)
“And don’t pair me up with no simperin’ fairy!”
Said she: “A succubus I know might like your cherry!”
“Sucking!” said I. Yes! That rings my bell!”
And I felt my member commencing to swell
My heart started pumping like an artesian well
Said she: “Do you prefer a Monsieur or a Mademoiselle?”
But before I could answer she spun out a tale
About a big black something the size of a whale
That shot up my asshole like a Galveston gale
Said she: “Succubi like to inhabit a male!”
Bucking and snorting, it left me with piles
It felt like my anus had been rubbed with steel files
When my five minutes ended, I was tired of her wiles
Said she: “Don’t call me again! I prefer bibliophiles!”
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Thanks, PQS! And thanks to all the rest of my sweet You Know Whos for the presents and emails.
xo, Angela
Balloon Fetish FunTuesday, August 3rd, 2010 | |
I’m just sayin ….
(Thanks to HDB for sending this.)
On your knees NOW, boy!Monday, June 7th, 2010 | |
photo credit: Tales from Tanya