Well it was an extremely successful Phone Sex Birthday bash.  Some just called to say hello and wish me a great day.  Some sent tips without any solicitation on my part … which is always nice.  A certain Savant called and talked politics, since we’re both liberal to the bone.  Mr. A. called and left four stars over the phone … which gave me a giggle, because he loves me to pieces but is developing a habit of hitting the wrong button.  Lots of new callers took advantage of the special rate, and I did talk to a few extremely engaging men, whom I do hope will continue to call. 

In my none-phone-sex life, JewBoy (the real life kinda-sorta boyfriend) wanted to take me to dinner for my Birthday, and was simply furious when I told him I’d take a rain check, because I would be busy with my Weekend Birthday Dirty Talk Marathon.   But he did give me a lovely gold and diamond necklace, which I simply adore.  I went out for steak Thursday night with friends and am going out to dinner and a movie with other friend this coming Thursday (trying to talk them into a matinee so that I can work that evening).  I treated myself to a few piece of jewelry and two new blouses.  And best of all, I’m going whitewater rafting today.  It is my absolutely favorite sport and  am sooo excited. 

I’m on my way out the door even as I type this.  But here’s some recent reviews for you to ponder:

*****  Happy Birthday to the most wonderful girl in the world!

*****  Angela is truly amazing. Every time I talk to her she takes me on a trip I never want to come back from.

*****  I’d been away for awhile, but there is NO staying away from Angela! ESPECIALLY on her birthday! No cliche jokes about age, she simply is the very best you’ll call or have in real life.

*****  She understands sex, but more importantly she understands YOU! The most sensitive sex-organ is between your ears and she’ll have you doing things you wouldn’t even think of doing before you know you’re doing them just because she’ll be inside of your head and you’ll think it was your own idea! Happy birthday, dear Angela! Happy birth-day to you!

*****  ANGELA IS HIGHEST RATING ON NITEFLIRT*************

*****  Angela, Thank you for a marvelous birthday celebration, as you know, the candles on the cake went Roman for me. Don’t apologize for your voice, I understand your many devotees have been keeping you talking since your e-mails first went out; your voice in any tone is always a joy for me. Rest up and enjoy your special day.

*****   really good. wish i had more time

*****  Quite simply THE BEST there is on Niteflirt.

*****  I never have enough time to sample All of Ang’s kinks and fetishes… but it sure is fun while it lasts!!!

*****  I keep coming up with new ideas… Angie keeps taking ’em and making ’em better!  

*****  A new fantasy! – Angela never ceases to amaze me (and make me whitewash the ceiling!) 

*****  Angela is so scrumptious! She’s the cream in your saucer of milk. She’s the chilling "click" whne the chastity belt’s lock is shut. She’s the "good boy" you barely hear as you slurp, slurp, slurp away on one of those… (well, YOU fill in the blank). She’s a flame of desire mesmerizing you to submit, while simultaneously being your expert scold-ress, shaming you for the very same temptation you fell for. 🙂 Don’t neglect her, b/c she is a treasure of fine kink, arousing erotica, and good, old-fashioned naughtiness!

*****  Oh, I had to call Angela back! (So, didi I mention she was quite addictive?)  

*****  No, no, no, no, no! I mean really REALLY addictive!

As always, thanks … and be good!  Or at least be good at being bad.

xo, Angela

Did you get this email?  Just so you know ….

Okay … so I’m kinda sorta cranky.  But you have to admit — even you REAL men, GOOD men, SMART men — that SOME men just are an embarrassment to your gender.  Come on, you know it’s true.  So for the sake of good fun and to concurrently aid in shaking off my bitchiness, I’ve come up with a short list.  It could be a long list, so count your blessings.  I’ll refrain from emasculating the obvious —  Bill Clinton who gets a boner every time he passes a trailer park or John Ascroft who apparently gets a stiffie for aluminum nipples.

There’s plenty of others who’ve been rubbing me the wrong way … and when a FemDom Goddess (wink) gets irritated she just starts thinking evil thoughts about what she’d like to do or see be done to the offenders!  On a day like this I think the world itself would be a better place if a certain segment of its inhabitants were just finally, once-and-for-all, forced into panties with a butt plug shoved up their ass for good measure.  Going so far as to cuckold all of them, though, would be problematic:  If we cuckold all of them,  who would we cuckold them with?  Hmmm …  Seems the fantasy is NOT reality, after all.  Who knew?

Anyway this all started the other day when Rick Sanchez showed up at CNN in his regular time slot.  Say what you want about the election, it got me interested in THE NEWS.  Before Obama I was your typical twenty-something wannabe Princess type, worrying more about my pedicures and the perfect seasonal purse (never did find a good white one this summer) than the political landscape.  So — all in all — it’s been a rather good thing  … except the television is on around here a lot more than it used to be, as CNN — rather than classical rock — is now the background noise to my days.

But when Sanchez shows up, well, he is so weigtless and artificial that I’ve gotten to where I actually turn off  or at least mute the TV.  What in the hell is he doing?  Twittering and Face Booking and reading user comments … there’s just no substance here!

Then there’s the guy who sent me this email yesterday:  My best friend is Mr. X.  I masturbate to him all the time and he has no idea. I love talking about him via email and giving out REAL information about him.  Now I ask you readers, is that creepy or what?  Who does this asshole think he is to give out real info about anybody he knows, regardless of whether he jerks off to thoughts of them or not?  Particularly to a PSO, whom he knows nothing about.  And you can bet this email was copy and pasted into to dozen of emails and sent to dozens of girls.  Bleh.  If anything, he should give me his own real info, so I can tell Mr. X (and, yeah, I substituted the Mr. X for the real name), and everyone you know, what a loser pervert you are.

Wes Hayden, the cowboy contender on this year’s The Bachelorette, certainly deserves to have his fucking rights taken away.  Maybe even some enforced chastity.  If you weren’t watching (now that I TiVo, there’s a little too much of what I normally wouldn’t watch being recorded), Wes was one smooth talker (and country singer) who admitted openly that he was really there to promote his career.  And while his motives have since been debated ad nauseum all over the net, he did at least hint on more than one occasion that he already had a longterm girlfriend waiting back in Texas.  What a dirtbag!  And he was so smarmy … singing and twanging his acoustic guitar (geetar?) under Jillian’s balcony ala Romeo and Juliet.   Which might have been at least somewhat charming if he had any serious talent, rather than just being able to carry a tune.  Oh, and apparently, he’ll do anything for a buck.

Of course, I’ve just got to include the boorish and doltish Jon Gosselin, of Jon and Kate Plus 8, who abandoned his not-so happy-nest to trip the light fantastic with other D List not-so-super stars while schtupping  his (now ex) wife’s doctor’s daughter.  Maybe he thinks the earrings make up for his rude and crude (not to mention very public) behavior; I think he’s a loser putz of a man.  Yes, Kate was bossy and overbearing.  But when you have a puerile, self-centered numbskull who can’t hold a job for a husband, you really don’t have much of a choice.  I mean, after all, someone has to wear the pants!  A&E really needs to get around to changing the name of that show.  Possibly to Kate Plus 8?  Better yet and more accurately:  Kate Minus Wimp-Ass Whiner Boy Plus Eight.  And good for her and the kids because now they really will live happily ever after.  Good riddance to rubbish and dead weight.

And one more.  Just one more to cuckold.  At least for today.  You see I was sneaking down the book aisle at my grocery store the other day, even though I promised myself that I’d steer clear of all things hardback and paperback until I at least read at least ten of the hundred or so books I have piled here and there.  … and there.    and maybe there.  I didn’t buy a book, but I was amazed at what I saw among the hardbacks.  Which was UNMASKED:  THE FINAL YEARS OF MICHAEL JACKSON, by Ian Halperin.  Shame on him!  Could he get that book out fast enough after MJ died?  Talk about cashing in.  SCUM!  I checked out this poor-excuse-for-a-writer (he writes exposes … bleh!) at Amazon and … surprise!  The book only gets two out of five stars.  Goody.  And you can bet I would cuckold his ass.

Ahhhhh  … I feel much better now.

xo, Angela

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