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While Your Wife’s Getting Fucked

Thursday, November 20th, 2008

What to do, what to do?

Over at Hot Wife Allie (a place I visit quite a bit), loving husband Dave answers that very question:

* Watch adoringly
* Photograph
* Videotape
* Jerk off
* Wait patiently for my turn
* Join in the fun
* Watch porn
* Wait in another room and just listen to her moan, grunt and carry on
* Hold her legs up or open, if she’s on her back
* Spread her ass open if she’s on her knees
* Occupy an opening if it’s not occupied
* Suck on her nipples
* Get her a drink
* Get her a towel
* Get her lube
* Chat with other people watching
* Wipe the sweat off her forehead
* Caress her body
* Make out with her
* Wait impatiently for my turn
* Cheer her on
* Give her oral attention if she needs or wants it
* Take notes
* Pretend like I’m shocked, jealous or embarassed
* Smile approvingly
* Gasp or wince
* Any combination of the above

Seems it is, when all is said and done, just a question of manners.

xo, Angela

 

Hooker Poetry

Thursday, November 13th, 2008

Read and enjoy and then I’ll explain: 

(Craigslist ad)

SEXY ASIAN DOMINA’S SENSUAL PLAYGROUND – w4m

Busty asian temptress wants to wrap you in her spell and use her unique style of sensual torment which is perfect for the inexperienced as well as those seeking more extreme. My specialties are sensual roleplay. Come feel my ropes and lets play with my toys on you as you submit to my will and experience role reversal.

I have a female submissive as well for our experimentation. Double Mistress sessions are also available with advance notice….Double your torment and pleasure.

Come experience from one of London’s best. Incall and outcall are available.

Dave’s e-mail:

Hello Domina,

I need punishment! I want to read my poetry to you and then you punish me for their lack of quality. Here´s a poem I wrote for you, tell me what you think: 

Beat me up nonstop

You are a busty domina
I may come over to see ya
Beat me up and whip my ass
Make me take your masterclass

Her reply:

you have my phone number from the ad.  call to arrange
a session.

Conclusion:

Firm and businesslike, no comment about the poem. I guess this is what one can expect from a popular domina?

****

Found via Pervscan wherein Supervert  was editorializing on the Craigslist vs. Prostitutes controversy currently in the news

Our cherished Zen Savant ended with a Shout Out to Dave’s Little Book of Prostitute Poetry, which is just  frickin hilarious.

Dave — of Downloading Porn with Davo — was doing some traveling last year and used his down time to scan the Erotic Services section at Craigslist.  He answered quite a few of the ads, including a  snippet of self-writ doggerel along with the email.   Lucky for us, he documented what transpired. 

I would bet if a girl would have answered in kind — a humorous haiku, for example — she would have caught his attention and nailed down his business in a heartbeat.

and to Dave:  It is my experience (admittedly limited to observation rather than field study) that, as you so astutely observed, many Dominas strike this aloof tone, mistakenly believing it  adds to their "superior mystique."    While — as your own experience  proved — what actually occurs is a cessation of communication.  Because, really now, after such a cool (and uninspired) response, where does a guy go?  May I suggest that the next time you are seriously looking for a Maitresse — who can kick your ass while leaving a smile on you face — check out Mistress Matisse.  She’s sexy, smart and — what a concept! — friendly. 

… and again to Dave:  You are absolutely right when you say:  "These women get lots of e-mails and consider many of the men who write them as time-wasters."   This I DO know from personal experience.  In the PSO industry we Phone Sex FemDoms call the kinda guy you describe as a WANKER.  And, in our defense, it does get tedious.  Personally, I  find it very disrespectful of these guys.  Then again, we are the "professionals" and need to rise above the mundane and "act as if."  At least until are darker suspicions are validated. 

… and for Dave:                          

wish I’d been hangin’ at craig’s, honey
when you were lookin’ to spend some whore money

you’d have sent me a rhyme plain and pretty
which included a whole bunch of dirty

i’d have answered, my sweets,
poetically dangling my treats

you’d have smiled at my gesture
then responded with pleasure

the rest of this verse holds no mystery:
you and i’d have made craigslist history

pUsSy, cUnT, sNaTcH, tWat, cOochie

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

No matter what you call it … it rules the world.

Artist:  Jackie Adshead

Miss Adshead presents a comprehensive and diverse gallery at her website, from which you may purchase.  She also accepts commissions and offers many other options for purchase, such as cards, prints and wall-coverings — which you can see here.  

Found via Sweat Shop Sissy, who — whatever he calls his wife’s nether parts — surely adores every single inch of her.  They are simply a great twosome who make it easy for the rest of us to believe in true love.

xo, Angela

Strap On in a Poem? Yup!

Sunday, September 28th, 2008

Harlot

by Jill Alexander Essbaum

                   (a definition) 

A woman in black with a wasted face,
              Small, bleak girl in a blue satin dress,
                            A nervy girl with a rabid pulse,

A loose-of-life lady, a beggar in skirts,
              A kitten at your keys, the witch who wouldn’t burn,
                            The red spot on Jupiter that could swallow the Earth,

A cavern into which you climb,
              The gangplank bridging swoon and sigh,
                            That wee bit of lust you drag alongside,

Who you cast like a pearl before a pig,
              Who you clothe as a housemaid in your wife’s rags,
                            Who frotts your thigh and bums your fags,

Who cooks the supper and works the avenue,
              Who has a different name each time she knows you,
                            And swears that she would kill for you,

The early bird that eats the worm,
              An orphan of the universe,
                            The coed seducing her teacher mid-tern,

She’s miracle, spectacle, pinnacle, side-show,
              Manacle, clavicle, tabernacle, afterglow,
                            A little button made of bone,

Who lodges in the heart’s hotel,
              Who people demand of what they will,
                            Who’ll do you in the swimming pool,

And play Cockney nurse to your Scottish physician,
              A cock-smitten gin-Molly with a sottish disposition,
                            The groupie who’s made it with all the musicians,

A wily mistress, Zion’s daughter,
              That stupor in the gaze of mourners,
                            Gravedigger, stonecutter, hearsedriver, shroudmender,

Who lies beneath you like a whore,
              And puts good use to sullen hours,
                            And blinks back tears of raving terror,

Your whole life’s happiness, grey as ash,
              Your piece-on-the-side, your secret stash,
                            A hot sauce and a tasty dish,

Who will dance until God falls out of his sky,
              And allow you to handle the merchandise,
                            But will engine your Titanic to an iceberg demise,

And will screw you to the wall with scant ado,
              Darkness done, she casts no shadow,
                            Fuck all, she’ll say, I’m having issues,

She’s the fiction invented for your arousal,
              The serpent you take up and the poison you suckle,
                            A frivolous income at your disposal,

And her weary nights wear on worriedly,
              And she fears she may die from lack of sleep,
                            And her wide-alive eyes are Eau-de-Nil green,

And her Free States masquerade as Confederate,
              And her tastes run noble, but her talents, proletariat,
                            Who flirts with trouble and trouble returns it,

She’s your Sanctum Sanctorum and your Hocus Pocus,
              Whole cities spring up from the ruin she once was,
                            She is insane, and she is in sadness,

Who will stick to you as a burr to cloth,
              Who blends her Stoli with Seconal,
                            The she-wolf with your crotch in her jaw,

Intransitive verb without an object,
              And if you loved her you should have said it,
                            And if you said it, you ought to have meant it,

Rahab, Tallulah, Joan of Arc,
              Hooker, Strumpet, Strap-on, Tart,
                            She’ll go up like a goddamn spark,

And singe your linens and char your plaster,
              And traumatize your mother and appall your pastor,
                            And she will do whatever you ask her,

The gangly book-mouse who cowers a bit,
              That soft-bottomed Ma with a child on her tit,
                            A concubine damp from her sash to her slit—

              Yeah. That’s about it.

***

Oh I am  so very, very charmed, enamoured, gaga over, fall-on-my-knees-smitten with the lovely Ms.Essbaum.  Yes, there is a book and a website … aptly named Harlot and  Harlot Poems, respectively.

The website notes that her poetry has been compared to "a cross between Dorothy Parker and a lap dance" and "John Donne in sexy underwear."  And you already know I adore Donne.

Oh, and there are more books of poetry (and, yes, SD, I want them all.  please, please, please):  Oh Forbidden, Heaven, and the soon-to-be-published Necropolis.

I have another one from Ms. Essbaum I will be featuring soon … much shorter, but simply scrumptious and quite funny.

xo, Angela

Angelaphabet 0.9

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

Random Mischief ~ September 2008

Anal Beads ala Felix the Cat
Bad Boy Living the Life
Condom a capella Ringtone (FREE)
Drunk as a skunk:  Christopher Hitchens
Elegant Undies … Seriously!
Financial Domination with Ms. Sherry E.
Girly-Boy Transgender Erotica
Have Fun!  Play Sex Games
Irving Klaw:  Retro Fetish Photos
Jason likes Porn Stars
Kink via The New York Times
Lingerie Blog from Slip-of-a-Girl
Mother Jones:  Phone Sex Photo Essay
Not So Silent-Porn Star Blog
Once you vote black, you’ll never, er, um …
Pat Buchanan:  Satan’s toady
Quickie Domination
Radical Vixen:  Make Porn Not War (and call her)
Sex work:  Will She or Won’t She?
Tons of Dirty Pictures
Ultra-Hip Sissy Man Blog
Vampire Phone Sex
Wong Number?
Xtreme BDSM with Eva Lordes
You Can Be a Dirty Little Blogger
Zen-fabulous Hypnotic Goddess