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Out of the mouth of worms …

Tuesday, September 4th, 2012




Albeit, an erudite worm.

An email:

I am just part of the coterie of obsequious sycophants … a cog in the grist mill.  Only Masa Harina tortilla corn flour for you, Miss Angela St. Lawrence.

Stomp me like grapes for the Must.

I ferment for you!

Sincerely, Tiny Wee Wee

I do love a smart boy who knows how to grovel with such flamboyance.

ingratiating, kowtowing,  bondservant  =  Deliriously Happy Mistress

It’s been a very good day.

Goodnight, Darlings.


1940’s Phone Sex

Sunday, August 26th, 2012

by e. e. cummings via a caller

Friday, August 10th, 2012

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

________________

Transcendental, verging on divine, don’t you think?  Which is why you never ever ever judge a client by his kink.

Your Secret is Safe with Me

Tuesday, July 10th, 2012

From the NiteFlirt Website:

What is NiteFlirt?

NiteFlirt is the place where you can Speak to Your Desire™!

There are never any hidden fees on NiteFlirt — you only pay for what you want, when you want it! And privacy is our thing. We never reveal your personal information to anyone, not even the Flirt you are calling. Your information is safe and secure, and we bill your credit card discreetly as “NF Services.”

Can NiteFlirt employees listen to my calls?

Never! In keeping with our stringent Privacy Policy, all your calls and all your personal information are always completely private.

Will people be able to see my phone number?

Never! To begin a call, we call both parties and then connect them. Whether you’re a Flirt or a customer, the only thing anyone ever sees is your Member Name and the listings you’ve created. Your phone number is never revealed to the other party, even if they have Caller ID.

Can people search for me by using my real name or email address?

NiteFlirt does not disclose your name or your email address with your account or listings. Members are only able to search for specific individuals by running a search for their Member Name.

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I personally believe NiteFlirt is the best platform for my callers to use.  I researched a long time before choosing to run my service through them.  I did it for you. Aren’t you lucky?

xo, Angela

SUBJECT LINE: Wow!

Thursday, June 14th, 2012

Angela:

I don’t think you know that you just spun a masterpiece.  You did.  I’ve enjoyed enough of your works to know.

Love, Sandra

This particular brief but sincere email came from one of the most manly men I know.  I’m particularly fond of Mr. M, because he’s the epitome of what I would call the perfect client.  He’s outrageously charming, he’s brilliant as all get-out, he’s cute as a button and he trusts me to take his fantasies and run with them.

And we run with them we do.  It is always awesome and always my pleasure.

But, as you surely see, Mr. M. signed this email with “Sandra.”  Hmmm.  What could that mean?

It means, just for once, Mr. M. wondered what it  would be like to be giver of the blowjob rather than the receiver.  In other words, the female.  How would she feel?  What would her internal dialogue be?  Would it get her hot?  Would she crave his load? Would she get wet, herself?

And, ohboyohboyohboy, did “Sandra” find out.

xo, Angela