web hit counter

Angela St. Lawrence is the reigning queen of high-end, long distance training and Femme Domme phone sex, providing esoteric depravity for the aficionado, specializing in Erotic Fetish, Female Domination, Cock Control, Kinky Taboo and Sensual Debauchery. To make an appointment or speak with Ms. St. Lawrence  ...

CLICK HERE.

Archive for the 'Goddess' Category

On this overcast 4th of July …

Tuesday, July 4th, 2017

zen

 

Let America Be America Again

Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home–
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again–
The land that never has been yet–
And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME–
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath–
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make America again

………………………………………………………………………..

God Bless America.

She is ours and His. Never theirs and his.

xo, Angela

Christmas Wishes

Sunday, December 25th, 2016

bunny

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What I wish for you …

That you live your truth, never bending to whim, to fad, to opinion.

That you know God made you; and that who you are and who you become is between you and God and nobody else.

That you give much more than you take, which is the true measure of a successful life.

That the people you love feel it to the bone: its depth, its honesty, its sheer will.

That your heart is full always of gratitude and hope.

That Christmas is your way of life.

And that you believe that Santa Claus is real.

xo, Angela

(my Holiday wishlist)

#FeedbackFriday 0.3

Friday, November 25th, 2016

telephoneI had a wonderful Thanksgiving and hope yours was extra special.  Hopefully, you’re one of the lucky ones who have today and the weekend off too. Me? I’m going to be around to take calls as much as I can this weekend, with a few respites here and there.

Since #FeedbackFriday (on Twitter & here at this blog), is coinciding with this holiday weekend, I wanted to take a moment to say how grateful I am for all of my callers:

You are top shelf, tits and champagne, seriously Good Boys. Maybe it’s because I expect the best out of you and you know it. But I don’t think so.  You, my partners-in-crime,  are  the Cream of the Crop: you really are gracious, appreciative, smart, witty and and wicked kinky. You make me happy. Thank you.

And here’s a few things you’ve said about me:

Gets into your head and then proceeds to blow your mind. Relentless, intoxicating and worth a lot more than she charges.

Miss Angela is not only the best on NiteFlirt, she is the best in the business. She knows how to give you exactly what you need. Call other girls at your own risk.  Once you go Angela you never go back … to anyone else.

Ms. St. Lawrence is divinity walking among mere mortals. I live to serve, to worship, to tribute, to shower her with gifts from her wish list. I am honored.

I usually wax rather rhapsodic and long winded in this space, but this time I’m taking a page from Oscar Wilde, who once famously opined that “brevity is the soul of wit.” With that quote as my guide, I will leave this to the Ms. Angela devoted and curious: Ms. Angela mind-fucks me so good and hard, my brain walks funny in the morning.

There’s a lot of pretend and want-a-bees on NF, but Mistress Angela is real and its an honor to submit to Her control. She read me so well and captured me with Her authenticity, intellect and class: A true Domme.

…………………

…………………

And that is why I adore you. Each and every one of you.

xo

feminist lovers

Tuesday, September 13th, 2016

feminist-loversThe greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I’m thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho. You cannot divide creative juices from human juices. And as long as juicy women are equated with bad women, we will err on the side of being bad.

Erica Jong

 

 

 

 

black beauty

Tuesday, August 30th, 2016

black goddess

“I was beautiful; after all, my skin was as rich and dark as wet, brown mud, a complexion that any and every pale white girl would pray for – that is, if she believed in God. My butt sat high in the air and my hips obviously gave birth to Creation. Titties like mangoes, firm, sweet, and ready. My thighs and legs were big and powerful, kicking Vanna White and Cindy Crawford to the curb.”

Sister Souljah, No Disrespect