Slip of a Girl had me back for the interview I’d mentioned in an earlier entry–girl talk, don’t you know? And it was a heck of a lot of fun. As I’d also noted previously, I like her blog a lot. And I don’t lie. You know that. Bookmark her site…she has this obsession with vintage lingerie and posts often. So it is always with great pleasure and delight that I bop on over to her blog to check out what currently has her swooning.

So, about this interview:

I know I mentioned that I was precocious as a little girl. And I recall something about my personal lingerie choices. There was some talk of cross-dressers and lingerie fetishes. I am thinking maybe she put something in my drink. Because I sure was talkative and quite revealing, considering my usual approach to all of this.

I know I said something about “grown up parts.” Not sure what that was all about. She was very curious about my own personal lingerie opinions and choices, so we dished about that for a while. Don’t you worry, Pervert Savant, I played my cards very close to my vest. Just like you suggested. I mean I can’t give away all my/your/our secrets, now, can I? Isn’t that what you said?

She even wanted to know about my brand of Phone Sex and my Erotic Writing, and was, indeed, very interested. It made me wonder if she wasn’t masturbating on the other side of my flat screen. (Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?)

She’d first found me via my story She Never Knew over at Blistered Lips, and as it involves panties and a bit of tawdry femdom sex play, she was keenly curious about the fetish of cross-dressing (the Angela St. Lawrence version). Like I said: I was friendly, even affable, but played it sexy and mysterious. I think she liked me a lot.

And I just know she wants me.

Angelaphabet 2.0  ~  Kink-o-rama

Absolute Woman
Baroness Latex
Christian Kink
Deviant Savant
Egomania Personified
Fuckalicious – to say the least
Glory Be to Goddess
Hypnotic Addiction
Indulgence: Sinful Nuns Deliver Us from Evil
Just $1.99: Kink-O-Phone for the Masses
Kindred Spirit
Lego Porn
Misunderstood Artist
Notes on BDSM
Over Light
Purple Pros-e-try
Quixotic Troubadour
Righteous Writers
Spy on Them
Thus spake Jane
Utterly Ridiculous
Very Fine Porn-Art-Graphy
What would you do for a KIT KAT bar?
Xmas Porn
You are healed!
Zero Phone (you know who you are)

Now isn’t that the cutest little butt this side of heaven? Aren’t you just dying to know where and how to find the woman is to whom it belongs? If you ask real nice, saying pretty please with cherries on top and promise to be very good boys (at least until you work up the nerve to give her a call–then, bad behavior is the order of the day…very bad behavior), I just might tell you.

Now, stop staring at those humps and pay attention. That gorgeous bootie that you can’t keep your eyes off of belongs to my friend, Lyndee.

AKA Luscious Lyndee

AKA Miss Fuckalicious

Is Fuckalicious Lyndee as cute as those buns you are staring at? Listen for yourself, and then visit the above links to her websites.

Lyndee and I kinda-sorta ran into each other while bee-bopping around the WWW and took an instant liking to each other. With men, I go by the seat of my panties. With women, my belly-feeling. And when I met Lyndee, it was like I’d just eaten a slice (maybe even two slices) of my grandmother’s Peanut Butter pie. She is both that sweet and that decadent. This is a friendship that is growing by the day, and I cherish it.

But what do the naughty boys have to say about our beloved Lyndee? Well, why don’t ya just read for yourself:

*****Speechless. She leaves me speechless.

*****Superb as usual! Lyndee is so hot and very professional. Creative and can get nasty (in a good way) and make you her bitch……gotta love it! She’s playful and NOT scripted….a must call!

*****Great voice and an awesome lady.

*****Amazingly fun, frisky, imaginative, intelligent and highly erotic! WOW!

So I love Lyndee, the guys love Lyndee. I’m betting you will love her too. Are you still here? Don’t you have a call to make?

Veronica Varlow, the uncommonly sexy Vintage Pinup model has opened an online boutique, Danger Dame, specializing in one-of-a-kind wardrobe items which are must-have classics for any self-respecting femme fatale.

The site is so naughty-noir that it isn’t too hard to imagine Bogart stopping by to pick up a few dresses and accessories for Bacall before they take off on their latest caper.

Miss Varlrow is very generous with her visitors, providing plenty of extra pictures from the classy, edgy shoots of ssaid products with New York photographer, Burke Heffner (check him out at Things to Look At ). She also has a hot diary you can check out while you’re there.

Happy Shopping! And remember: You break it, you buy it.

Did you ever notice that it seems almost “un-cool” to admit you like certain glitterati types?

So I’ve decided to come of the closet–right here & now–and scream it to the world: I am a Pamela Anderson fan! What red-blooded American male–any male, for that matter–can look at this picture and not get an instant woody? If I ever start playing for the home team, this is the kind of girl I wanna take home to mamma! Hell, I’d even call her mamma, if she asked! Kinky!

In the interest of full disclosure I have to admit that, while I did give Stacked a lookie loo (The premise–a sexy chick wreaking havoc amidst nerdish book-types–was right up my alley, after all.), I’ve never seen Bay Watch or any of her various other television incarnations; nor have I seen any of her movies. What I like about Pamela Anderson, what draws me to her, is the woman behind the brouhaha.

Yes, she is scald-your-eyes gorgeous. Yes, her voice is little-girl sexy. Yes, she fucks rock stars. (Would you turn down Kid Rock? Would you really?) Yes, she’s had implants (I’ve heard she is now silicone-free and hope it’s true, because she certainly doesn’t need it.) Yes, she won’t be starring in any adaptations of A Streetcar Named Desire or A Glass Menagerie or Death of a Salesman anytime soon.

Such fluff! You should be ashamed of yourself!

There’s is much more to Ms. Anderson than the superficial patina of her public personae. Don’t confuse the gig with the woman. Just like any of us, she’s working what she’s got. Pamela knows her tissue-clasping audience and plays to them. Considering her fame and fortune, I’d say she’s working it just fine.

Behind the full lips, blonde tresses, long legs and killer bod, is a very astute business woman, devoted mother and passionate animal rights defender. Google her name (For text–not images–you singularly-minded perv!) and, like Jane Mansfield or Judy Holiday before her, you will find a much deeper side (ignore the hype and dig a little) of this modern-day fem fatale. Adjectives like strong, committed, courageous, intelligent, and savvy are just a few that come to mind.

What a dame! What a lady! What an inspiration!

(But don’t go cheating on me with her, because then I will have to hurt you!)