Who in the fuck cares anyway? And since when did it become the business of us to judge others’ sexuality?

Let me make this clear to you close-minded, uptight, bible-bitch slapping homophobics out there: I don’t give a shit what you think or that you think your thoughts are God’s thoughts.

FYI: God DID make Adam and Steve. Of course he did. Who the hell else could have? Do you think he stopped after Adam and Eve and then invited some other God to step in to create the rest of us? Or at least the people you don’t like?

I am so intolerant of your intolerance.

What would Jesus do? Anything but what you do — you smug, condescending (and not to mention mean-spirited and wickedly cruel) sad little person.

Okay, I feel better now.

Night all.

xo, Angela

Speaking for myself and only myself.

Of course.

My passions tend to vary. Some belligerently take center stage without notice or reason to stay for a while then fade with nary a goodbye. Some last only a day or two, never to be seen again. This goes for the everyday stuff of my obvious life (perfect hair, tuna casserole, bubble baths, the color pink, shoes, spa pedicures, watches, purses, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, French fingernails)…

…and for the sexual turn-ons which guide my mendacious and curious libido. And you know me by now, dontcha? You know that sexual turn-ons for me are a lot about fantasy. Masturbational fodder–more or less. I just don’t need to live out everything I think about.

I’m too smart for that and I’d never be done.

Just ask anybody who’s awakened to hear me list off my dreams from the previous night or recent nap. Because it has always astounded my listeners. My brain would most likely destroy my body if I had to live out every sexual idea my cerebellum entertained.

I am always reluctant to list or write in detail about my own fantasies or those my callers share with me because most people are surprisingly intolerant and harshly judgmental of other people’s fantasies. I hear this all the time in my everyday life and even from some of my callers, silly boys.But enuff of that. Back to my passions, which is, after all, how all of this started.

We were speaking in sexual terms…if you need reminding.

For me, it all revolves around power — either lacking or possessing it. And it can go either way. As much as I love administering FemDom mind-fucks, I can also be incredibly aroused by giving up power. Usually I only do this in my mind, thus the masturbatory inclinations re. “powerlessness.”

Try this on for size: Wherever, whenever sex occurs, there is a power exchange.

What do you think? Sound too generic, too generalized?

I don’t happen to think so. In fact I think it is a basic constant where truly good sex is happening on a regular basis.

And it doesn’t have to be anything fancy or complicated or brutal. It really can be as simple as who is on top. Or the act of holding someone’s wrists. Or whispering forbidden, dirty words. Or not permitting orgasm until permission is requested and granted. Or gently taking someone up against a wall…or while their friend/family are in the next room…or under a blanket at the park. In other words–times and places one normally wouldn’t concede to having sex.

Newness (AKA spontaneity) also counts for a lot. I have only lived with one person and can’t claim the experience of marriage. But I do talk sex with a lot of guys and in a variety of venues (even in mixed crowds). So I briefly encountered a loss of spontaneity in my own personal sexual arena and have heard the complaint more times than I can count. Not to put too fine a point on it, but boring sex sucks.

And sexy is not about physical perfection. The urban legend is, indeed, fact: perfection can be quite boring. Pretty boys (I’ve had a few) are usually (95-99% of the time) empty vessels. Sexy is about attitude. And every breath we live defines our attitude. So, no slumping…that is if you want the pay-off of hot sex.

So, anyway…there’s a bit about passion.

…or something like that.

Actually I have no idea what the artist’s intent is. You can see the full-size original here. There is also a related blog here.

I am totally confused. Particularly since Porno Person told me he thought of me when he saw this. Hmmm….

So what do you guys think? I’m dying to have your imput.

xo, Angela

Just turned into that kinda day. How was I to know?

Cocksucker is such a great word, heh?

And so many boys wanna do it. They just aren’t telling the girlfriends and wives. Take it from me. Take it from any girl who takes phone sex calls: Lots of boys want to job the knob, lick the stick, eat the meat. Not to mention swallow the load.

Today was a day of many new callers.

Some of which have already been permanently blocked because I will never judge a fantasy but refuse to tolerate assholes. And unfortunately a few slipped through the cracks. It always happens and I always deal with it accordingly: Get lost. Don’t let the dial tone bite your in the ass on you way out. Goodbye.

And then there were the five (something in the water, perhaps?) wannabe cocksuckers. Yum yum yum. So nice for them to stop by. Sparkling pure new victims for me to corrupt. Delicious to talk with and oh so dirty. Dirty little cocksuckers for Mistress Angela. At least on the phone in our world of erotic mind fucks. Where they are safe to be dirty and I am the woman to make it happen.

And I so like making it happen:

1. Dwayne thought he would like to be forced to suck one cock. I made him suck that one cock while forcing my fingers into his rump. He liked it. He liked it and was embarrassed that he liked it so much. Nonetheless, he did. He knows that I know that he did. I hope he blushes tomorrow every time he thinks about what he did with me/for me today.
2. Stephen was one of three Stephens who called me today. “Perhaps a little bit of humiliation,” he shyly asked. I tied his weenie in a pink bow and made him show it to my girlfriends and apologize for its smallness. Then he had to suck all of their boyfriends cocks. Except Madison’s boyfriend. Samuel decided he wanted to deflower the little fruit loop and fucked him. Fucked him hard. Stephen emailed me the sweetest thank you note.
3. Craig started out requesting a cuckolding fantasy — one of my favorites, as you should know. And he did, indeed, witness his little wifey taking her pleasure with more than a few well-hung studs. But I just couldn’t fuck the last guy. I was sore, dontcha know? So I made my little cocksucker-neonate cucky-hubby drop to his knees and suck the thick shaft I was holding in my hand while I watched up close and personal. And wouldn’t you know it? Craig got an amazing erection sucking that cock. So I made him masturbate and cum simultaneously with the guy pumping his mouth. Naughty husband! Very naughty.
4. Simon said (well-meant pun) he wanted total enslavement. So I took him to Femtopia, an idyllic world which exists in my mind and to which I occasionally invite the very lucky. The dominant Goddess-Women there demanded that Simon and the other man-slaves perform man-sex acts for them. Simon got quite the cum bath. And was only permitted his own orgasm when drinking man-spunk from his own rectum.
5. And beloved David. A regular caller with irregular fantasies and the heart of an Angel. And probably the only caller out of the five to have actually sucked a cock in his VERY REAL life. I treated him like a dawg and he loved every minute of it. And so did I.

Just another day at the office.

The Angela St. Lawrence Office of Smut.

Stop by anytime.

xo, Angela

I really haven’t been myself in so many ways for quite a while and you who care have taken notice. And been more than generous with your comments and suggestions. Thanks so much. I think.

IT IS SO DAMN GOOD TO BE HOME!

So today which is now winding down was kinda-sorta like the “old days” (last year) in that I just worked my little butt off –call after call, perversion after perversion– and hardly had time for anything else. It was a long day and even at times a tedious one. But most when all is said and done it was a rewarding one…just putting my nipple to the grindstone and getting the job done. Sometimes that is all that is needed to be complete. This was one of those times.

I’ve missed all my friends, callers, readers and fellow bloggers and can’t wait to catch up. Today’s busy-ness left no time for that and now all I want to do is to crawl into bed.  I do hope you understand.

In the very near future I will be publishing Chapter 4 of Pervert Savant‘s LINGERIE ON THE RAZOR-WIRE which he’s described as, “The Gut-Wrenching Story of a Naive Pre-Operative Transsexual Enmeshed in a Fetid Web of Corruption and Intrigue while Performing Humanitarian Services within the Sordid Confines of the Texas Penal System.”

And remember Jerotic (Jeremy Edwards)?  Generous and productive as always, Mr. Edwards sent me a list of the latest stuff of his which can be found around the Net and included a short story for Zen readers.  More coming soon.  Fo Shizzle!

What I do know is that Mistress V had one heck of a vacation of her own and even sent me pics.  She’s given me permission to share one or two with Zensters and I will do so in the near future.  Honest Injun.  I will say this about that: My beautiful friend’s vacations differ immensely from mine.

I will be working the kink-o-phone again tomorrow.  Will you be calling?

I certainly hope so.

Nighty night.

xo, Angela